Aut viam inveniam aut faciam- I will find a way or make one. I wasn't sure if this chapter needed a trigger warning or not. It does have some darker, disturbing elements, but everything is more eluded to rather than outright described. If you disagree, please feel free to let me know. This story is coming to a close very soon. I would love if you left me a comment with your thoughts.
“El..... It.... hurts,” I choked out, as pain spread through my body like wildfire. My body tensed up, feeling as if I’d been tased, “Di.... did I....do it wrong?” Elliot offered me a small smile. Even through the pain, I noticed his eyes were red and glassy, “It’ll be over soon, baby. You did perfect. Just, squeeze my hand.” Screwing my eyes shut, I focused on baby blues in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his hand while I waited for the pain to pass. Then, everything was numb. My body felt as if I were floating on a cloud. Warmth enveloped me as I opened my eyes. I felt different. Like parts of me were missing while simultaneously being filled with something new. Something better. “Fuck, kitten. I’m so proud of you,” Chaos praised in my head, “So fucking proud.” A choked sob escaped my throat, my eyes finding Elliot staring at me with his head tilted to the side. The glassiness was still present in his eyes. Relief flooded his features when I nodded at him, silently
Do you ever feel like your life is a series of moments threaded together, but one piece pulls away, unraveling everything as you know it? My father’s death created somewhat of a domino effect for me. I was like a rosebud. I had the potential to be something amazing, but without the proper nutrients, I would die before I bloomed. My mother had tried to starve me of everything I essentially needed to flourish. But in the end, she gave me the one thing that would change everything. I’ve been staring mindlessly out this window for what feels like a lifetime, but it couldn’t be more than a week. I've lost track of days, hours, minutes, seconds. None of that matters anyways.It’s stormed every day since he’s been gone. When I was a pup, the storms terrified me. I’d cry until Dallas relented, allowing me to stay in his room with him. Then, when he was gone, I’d welcomed them. Needed the sound of the thunder to fall asleep, like a baby needs a pacifier. Now, it simply feels as if it’s
A soft knock on the door startled me, “May I come in?” Stella whispered, holding out a tray of coffees. “Of course.” She held the tray up, “I brought enough for everyone. Chaos knows he’s welcome to hang out. In the open,” Stella raised a brow, pulling a coffee out and handing it to me. “He says he prefers to be closer to me. Apparently next to me isn’t close enough,” a soft laugh escaped my lips, “Inside of me is the way to go.” 'Don't act like you don't love when I'm inside of you,' Chaos quipped. I could imagine him wagging his brows at the double meaning. He's not wrong. In either respect. Though I couldn't fathom the thought of being intimate right now. Maybe ever if I can't figure out how to fix this gaping hole that I call my heart. She rolled her eyes, “So dramatic, that man.” I nodded in agreement as Chaos separated from me, narrowing his eyes at Stella, “You do realize that I can hear everything. Is it a crime to want to be inside of an amazing woman?” he w
“I think these may have been the greatest idea you’ve ever had,” I moaned, savoring the taste of another blueberry. My basket was nearing full, despite the fact that I’d eaten probably a hundred while picking them. Elliot had suggested we plant a garden full of fruit trees and bushes so that "we could relive meeting every day." Those were his words, not mine. The moment he'd said them, I swore someone had switched out the man I knew with some strange creature. “Aren’t all of my ideas superb?” Elliot quipped, watching me with a smile on his face. Standing on my tip-toes, I pushed a blueberry into his mouth, causing his eyes to widen, “See?!” “I’m just shocked you’d stick those dirty fingers into my mouth,” Elliot shook his head in mock irritation, “But the blueberry is delicious.” “Such a pain in the ass.” Elliot winked, “You knew what you were signing up for.” Sitting the basket on the wood, I pushed myself up onto the deck before flopping onto Elliot’s lap dramatica
“I am the future Queen!” “And yet you are still not enough,” my mother growled, flashing her wolf’s golden eyes. The way her insults rolled off of her so easily was like a knife to the heart. “I can’t believe you.” “Lilliana, you are fragile. You let your emotions control how you lead, and that is not acceptable,” she retorted, her face scrunched up in disgust. Roughly wiping the tears from my face, I scowled at her. Didn’t she know how much I hated crying in front of her? How much did I despise the natural act of having emotions? I had just learned that my father is dead. He was murdered, on our lands, and there are no suspects. My father was far too strong to just fall at the hands of anyone. There was a reason they called him the Almighty King. He was one of the fiercest Lycans in all four kingdoms. While he led with kindness, he held our people to a certain standard. Trained our warriors to be the best. My mother, Coralynn, was trained in the art of being an absolute bitch
Before he could open the door, I was twisting the knob. His eyes roamed over my nude form before a smirk crossed his face, “Princess, the Queen requests you be on the balcony in thirty minutes.” “Good thing we only need twenty.” I grabbed my father’s Beta, pulling him into my room, and kicking the door shut. Our lips smashed together, and he pulled me flush into his body. One of his hands held my back as his other laced beneath the tight weaves of my braids. After a moment, he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his torso. My tongue slid along the seam of his lips, begging for entrance, to which he obliged, allowing me to explore the depths of his mouth. He tasted like a forbidden fruit, and I couldn’t get enough. I kissed down the length of his neck slowly, taking my time as he held my body to him. The way his body reacted to mine had me smiling against his skin. I needed the kind of release only he could provide me with. “Lilliana,” he moaned, tightening his gri
I tossed and turned through the night, unable to sleep. I woke up around three and began practicing my magic. Since magic was forbidden, my father was the only person who knew that I possessed it. Sitting cross-legged in my bed, I closed my eyes, imagining a tiny fire. After focusing for a moment, I could feel the warmth in my hand. Smiling, I opened my eyes to see a tiny flame floating just above the palm of my hand. I motioned my fingers upward, and the flame jumped slightly, making me smile. I was learning more and more about control. Without a teacher, I was forced to read through old texts that my father kept in a hidden trunk. They were my great grandmother’s before she died in the War on Witches. The magic that flowed through my family's blood ended with her.... that was until I was born. The first time I was angry with my mother, all the lightbulbs in my room burst. I had thought about how angry I was in my mind, and then they were shattering, causing my mother to scre
“Nymeria is counting on you, Lilliana. Prove to them that you are not worthless,” my mother hissed. She could care less about the kingdom.... she wants me to prove to her that I’m not weak. “I will not let the kingdom down,” I gritted out. “Was the contract good enough for you? Did you study it well? Not that you have much of a choice, but you are agreeing to the terms, yes?” she shot off question after question. I could see the glimmer in her eye. It was the first time I’d noticed it. It was the first time I’d seen her beg me to challenge her. But I refuse to give her the satisfaction. “I have studied the contract that you gave me. I am agreeing to the terms of my contract as long as Elliot is on board.” My mother’s eyes lit up as if she had won the lottery. And was that pride I saw in her blue orbs? If only she knew what I was implying. That pride would be squashed faster than an unwanted spider on the wall. “I trust that you will not give Sebastian trouble. I’ve asked h