Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Golden Prince and his Witch, Book 2 : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Bellatrix The minute the golden shield went up I let out the breath I had been holding, bracing for impact. The Queen is so impressive I sit almost starstruck as she shifts from Jewel to her flawlessly. Her aura swirling around her like a golden protective cloak, her armor as she faces the enemy. Saint is next into the room as his mother stands off against Reece, the queen smiling with an easy manner while Reece looks demented. I still feel my body starting to fade as breathing becomes heavy, I feel weak as Saint works to untie me. Everywhere our skin touch comes alive with the most intoxication sparks from our bond. I feel Olympus pushing forward, such a good wolf. Saint is mumbling stuff as he works to free me. I struggle to hear him over the sound of my heart in my ears. It is so loud. I manage to say the word my wolf is insisting I say out loud, staking our claim on our mate. He smiles and says it back, placing a small kiss on my forehead before he attempts to stand me up. My l

Queen LeanorThis bitch is crazy, she looks deranged as she paces in front of me. I just need to keep her focused on me until Saint gets Bellatrix out of here. She is so preoccupied telling me how I stole her life. I swear the years have made her crazier, I can’t remember her being so delusional.The minute Saint gets out the door I slam it shut behind him to make sure Reece can’t follow them. Never once in all her rants has she mentioned her Mate or child, the same child for all she knows could be in my dungeon. No wonder that poor girl is a mess, having to deal with this fucking trainwreck. I shake my head and start to laugh, she stops dead in her tracks and glares at me. “What the fuck do you find so funny?” I just raise a brow at her; really she can’t tell she is the only other person in this disgusting room. “We have been here for about twenty minutes listening to your bullshit sob story about me stealing your life, never once have you asked about your daughter. You don’t deser

DenuIt’s been two days since we shifted, Bellatrix and Saint have hardly left their room. I on the other hand had work to do, my sister Catalina has a lot coming to her. My mother got home late last night, she looks broken. I guess having to put one of your children in the dungeon was quite a lot for anyone. My father on the other hand had turned up this morning covered in blood and looking just as broken as our mother. Angelo said he had been working over Gamma Carl; that's a nice way to say he beat the shit out of him for fucking my slut of a sister. Aunt Lenny has been quiet, she spent last night with Azaelyth, I didn't ask, it's none of my business. Right now I am heading to my mothers office for a briefing with her, aunt Len, Emerald and Bellatrix if she can actually leave Saint for ten minutes. Angelo was away getting the furniture and bed I ordered from one of the bespoke shops in the village. I mean I have to move in with him. I want it to be done to my standards. I am so l

SaintI can’t get enough of my mate; my mate it feels amazing to actually be able to say that. Bellatrix has been mine since we were kids, it’s always been her. Olympus laughs at me, I just ignore my wolf. Av got more important things to do at the minute am heading to my fathers office as they want me and Bella to hear Azaelyth out and honestly I don't know how I feel about it. Bellatrix is too soft, she sees the good in everyone, she will be an excellent Queen and Luna but she needs to learn to put people in their place. She starts training with my mother soon to become the Queen Luna, mother will sort her right out. My mother is the only reason I agreed to this meeting, if she thinks that she deserves a chance then I can at least hear her out. My father has been very quiet on his opinion but I know how much Bellatrix being taken triggered memories of my mother being taken. Uncle Haggen still looks haunted and just angry at himself for not being there to stop them taking her but th

Denu I stand looking at my sister, she was born twelve minutes before me. The blonde hair comes from my fathers mother, our Grandmother. She is beautiful, but rotten to the core, her lack of care for the people she hurts. Don’t get me wrong I am no angel but going out of her way to hurt people on purpose. I watch my mother try to cover up the fact she has been crying and my father smiles through the pain of knowing his daughter is a whore with no care for the old werewolf laws and sacred bonds our Goddess has given us. Catalina sits inspecting her nails as if she is waiting for something or someone to come rescue her. “Catalina, you do know our parents can’t help you?” She lazily turns to me, the nasty smile that spreads across her face has me wanting to wipe it clean off her face. “Who said I want help, Denu? Do you think you will ever be able to stand in judgment of me?” She laughs, shakes her head at me as if she knows an inside joke. “You know nothing, oh wait a minute, you kn