Semua Bab Princess and her four Princes : Bab 121 - Bab 130

~Asad~Azrien Hator escorts me through silent hallways. No one dares step foot outside curfew, not when the number of Nobles at Crestbane has been dropping at an alarming rate over the last few days.The Liminal order guards keep a close watch at night, ready to pounce.As we enter the faculty hall, Azrien scoffs, "Let's hope you're found guilty.""Of?""Anything. You have no idea how I longed to kill you and be rid of your bloodline permanently. Having a solid reason is all I've been farming for. I wouldn’t bore myself with your haggard wizard of a grandfather. His time is already over, don't you think?"Hot anger floods my veins, yet I try hard to rein it in.When I was seven or thereabouts, Azrien Hator came to my family's house in the countryside unannounced to force my father to make a powerful potion for him.My father wouldn't tell me what the potion was for, only that it was for dishonest purposes.When the time came for the concoction to be delivered, my father sent one of ou

~Bethany~I arrived at Torah at three in the morning. It took more of my magic than I'd initially planned to break out of Crestbane's magic wards. But so far, none of the Liminal order or their guards have jumped from the shadows and attempted to kill me. Which is fairly disappointing. But at least it means I can get Zuri back quickly. Quick and silent as a shadow, I pick the lock of the guesthouse front door and slip inside, ascending the stairs until I finally stop at a room where I sense human life. Holding my breath, I use a simple, common magic unlocking spell, step inside, and turn on the light to find that- Thank the fucking universe. Zuri lies flat and straight on a bed, staring sightlessly at the ceiling like she is caged in a limp spell, which has her forced to remain that way.

~Bethany~"Oh my gods, Baby…” Jayan rushes to me, rubbing his fingers all over my face as if he’s uncertain that I'm the one.I let him do that. I understand how panicky my absence must have caused him, and the fact that he’s a shifter makes it worse.“You look like shit, what the fuck happened to you?” I hear Mosley ask Olyon.“You aren’t worth a reply from me, none of you are.” The Vel Morin Snaps at him. “If you could sit your icy ass down here and let our Mate go out there all alone without help, then you all are a bunch of craps.” He moves into the living room and turns to face all three of us. “Bethany almost died. A fucking creature from Tophet almost killed her! I'm fucking disappointed in all of you!”I don’t have time for this emotional rollercoaster. I need to check on my Fae. Because if another one of them is hurt, I'm going to snap.I slip away from Jayan and almost make it to Asad when the Fae’s eyes suddenly force open and he draws in a long breath.His eyes move across

~Olyon~“Okay,” Bethany says in a rather defeated voice.“Please, I need explanations.” Salazar stands. He doesn’t look good; he looks like he’s going to shift and let his dragon take over any moment.Mosley is sprawled on the floor, head in his palm, and ice crawling over his arm in slow, steady motion.Shit, this idiot is going to freeze himself solid if he does not get a grip on his emotions.“Is it possible that Mort can, for any reason, turn into a Netherlord?” I ask no one in particular.“I think so,” Mort replies with a frown. “Come to think of it, all Netherlords were once powerful casters until they decided to dabble and experiment with Malefic magical energy. But that’s not always the case, and I'm pure-bred Fae anyway.”“There is no history of Faes turning into Netherlords?”“None that I've ever heard of.”That brings a little calm into my soul.I look around us, and we are all a mess. With Bethany unstable, every single one of us equally turned unstable.No, we need someon

~Mosley~Fuck, Bethany is stark naked, straddling me, her wet body, ass, boobs, everything is rubbing on me right now, and I think I‘m going to explode.“Are you ready?” She repeats.Oh my gods, ready for what exactly?Still, I breathe. out a “Yes,”My heart is hammering hard, but I slip my hand behind her, holding her frame firm on me. I want to stay like this with her for as long as she will let me.My cock is torturously hard in my pants, the fucking turncoat..Slowly, she removes my hands from her back and pulls my fingers until they stop at her throat. “Wh-what are you doing?”Bethany smirks and tilts her neck until it becomes properly positioned between my fingers. “Strangle me, Mosley.” She tells me as if she's gone nuts.My stomach lurches. Dear gods, no.When I just stare at her in indignant alarm because there’s no way she can be serious about this, Bethany starts pressing down on my fingers, and when I feel the force of her hands against mine, becoming tight on her neck-