All Chapters of The Opalescent Kingdom: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time my birthday rolled around, I was glad to see that my hearing had returned to normal. I was awoken by a tickle in my nose, a delightful tickle that was only indicative of amazing food. I stretched my sleeping limbs far from my body, taking a deep breath and enjoying the enticing scent of freshly fried bacon crowding my nostrils.Wasting no time, I bounded down the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of the bamboo-topped breakfast bar. A low growl escaped my lips, and Sella was practically drooling on the floor. My mom giggled at my near-feral response."Good morning, sweetheart. And Happy 21st Birthday!" She exclaimed, tossing me a premature sample before it hit the pan.I popped the raw meat into my mouth, enjoying the hickory curing and melt-in-your-mouth texture. Yes, werewolves could eat raw meat, and sometimes it was good, but my mom knew that I preferred it lightly fried, not raw and not burnt to a crisp."Mm, thanks, Mom.""How'd Misa do with her new kicks yesterday

"Shit, not here!" I heard Anthony shout through my muddled brain. So close. He is so close to us. I could feel my teeth tugging and extending into pointed fangs, completely unlike the large canines I was used to in my Lycan form. These were razor sharp, drawing trace amounts of blood as they rested against my bottom lip.In seemingly the blink of an eye, the man named Rory was gone from my sight, having been dragged into the nearby staff room to my right. I quickly changed course to follow him, my mom hot on my tail, brimming with curiosity. I rushed through the heavy oak door to find Rory being restrained against the far wall by Anthony, who was seemingly struggling to hold him back. Rory was hissing and glaring at the man, who I now noticed was remarkably similar in appearance to him.They both shared the same dirty blonde locks, though Rory's were worn longer and without any gel. He was fair in complexion, though not sickly pale like most people imagined vampires to be. His flawles

His arms were lovingly draped around me, stroking my upper thighs with his thumbs while we listened to the soothing music surrounding us. I sipped on the savory cocktail Dylan brought by and was finally starting to feel the calming effect of the alcohol as Rory's embrace evoked feelings of utter contentment and belonging I had never felt before.Was it normal to feel this way about a royal? Did he feel it too?"What are you waiting for, Aria?" Sella's exasperated voice interrupted my imploring thoughts.Without thinking, I whispered my answer aloud to her. "I haven't heard from you in hours, Sella. I thought you were hiding.""Sella? Is that your wolf?" Rory's piercing blue eyes were wide with astonishment and intrigue."Yea, well, I was trying to give you some privacy with our royal, but all you've seemed to have accomplished is giving you both blue balls."I spat out a bit of my drink back into my cup, giving Rory an apologetic glance, as if he could hear her shameless claims."Yes,

That night, I drifted off into the deepest sleep of my life, surrounded by luxury and the plushness of imported cotton. I was never one for dreaming. In fact, I probably couldn't have named a single dream I'd had since I was fifteen, and most of the ones prior were fantasies courtesy of puberty. I had expected I would spend the night dreaming of my royal, but that wasn't the case. Instead, my mind was teleported to an empty wood.Dense wood, like the kind one would find in the Northeastern US. Vines flowed heavily from tree branches, and the moon was shining full above the canopies. I glanced around, picking up a strangely divine scent from behind me. I turned to see a young woman, barely older than me, in a silver gown that shone as if it were covered in millions of diamonds. Her hair was so dark that it looked like someone had transposed a piece of starless sky and draped it over her head. Her tan skin was lightly glistening, and her black eyes followed my movements with curiosity.