Neem“You have been summoned by the prince.” Sera says in her distant voice and I nod. “Of course.” She leaves the room, her eyes lingering on me a little longer than they usually do and I freeze, wondering if she will take my tongue before she leaves. She has always been timely with it, but for some reason this week she has let it grow out while I try to ignore the elephant in the room which is my tongue. She leaves and I sigh in relief. Not today. Remembering her summons, I groan and turn my face into the pillow. This is torture. I’ve not seen him alone once since Aden came here nearly a week ago and I was blindly wishing that I could keep that up... forever. This is the third time he is summoning me, and each time, I did the only thing I could to turn down the prince’s summons; I attended the king.As much as I hate the king and hate being drunk from him, I prefer that over the pressing issue of tackling my feelings for either male. I don’t know when and how I let the prince get

CelineWith my wolf fully awoken, I am easily the most powerful person in the room. It is a drastic change, from the obvious least powerful to being the person in command of the room. I have gathered the females of the pack house together because I figured there are some things that I won’t allow to continue to stand. “The side talks end here.” I say, slowly pacing to one end of the room while they watch me. “The ridicule, the mockery, the snickering and the gossips that I do not belong here, they all end here. I have been chosen as Alpha Lor’s mate, and there is nowhere else I belong if not by his side.”I stop and look each of them in the eye. “Needless to say, to anyone found spreading unsavoury rumours about me, I will assume that as a challenge to my authority and we shall hold a duel.” It is obvious who will win. My power is on a different league from theirs. “We must be united, or the entire pack is a joke. There are enough enemies waiting to find a single chink in our armo

Celine“What do you think?” I ask, meeting Nessa’s eyes in the mirror. She looks at me from head to toe slowly. “It’s perfect.” She says and my anxiety lets off a little. I smooth a hand down the pearl white gown and feel a flutter of nervousness again. It’s insane because it’s just Lor, and I’m becoming his Luna this evening and yet I feel sick with the hives. Nessa steps up, sensing it and places a hand over my shoulder. “Do you love him?” She asks and I snicker. “I mean, it’s only natural to as he’s my mate.”“Yes, but do you?” She asks. “Yes.” I whisper. “I love him so much it scares me. I have never loved anyone this way.”She smiles and pats my shoulder. “Then you are making the right choice. Today is all about you and the Alpha, so many people are here solely because of you two so relax into it and enjoy every minute.”“Yes mom.” I say and she slaps my ass.“I’ll see you outside.” She says and leaves and it’s only me again, with my anxiety. The sound of faint music trai

EmmaThree hundred and ninety six years agoI regain consciousness slowly, never even having a moment of disorientation about my location. The prison floors are ice cold and they would bother me a day ago, before I became immortal. Now, I sit up and curl my knees into myself, wondering what is taking them so long. I can no longer hear or feel them and I assume they went beyond my range of power.There are no more rats, at least not alive. There are a few rat bodies strewn around, some of them that were not strong enough to endure the mental onslaught of earlier. It’s sad that there are only rats to practice with, I wouldn’t have minded a go at the bastard that put me here in the first place. If I succeed, he will fear me like he has never feared anyone, and if I fail... well I’ll die painfully I suppose. My resolve hardens and I take a deep breath and gather my power, inviting the hundreds of rats again. They come eagerly, streaming into my cell and filling up every single inch of

EmmaThree hundred and ninety six years ago Everything speeds up after that. I remember him turning to me, the smile on his lips so alien it made me wary. I remember saying thank you and I remember being escorted out of the prison, free at last. The next thing I know, I am being stripped by servants for the first time ever, even though I insisted I can take care of myself. My head rings and everything feels off. It is really happening. There will be no mating ceremony of course, even though there should be because Lent is a Alpha Kristen’s second son. It’s a little much to ask everyone to pretend to be happy for me when they obviously feel anything but. This is Alpha Reenan’s first way of showing us where we belong, how below his graces Lent has fallen for being with me. As for my mate, I have not seen him since he escorted me into one of the below chambers, usually reserved for the respected members of the pack and told me to get ready for the mating. The incessant chatting of th