Yall, tomorrow is the end. This story will be completed after the prologue. I absolutely loved writing this story and hope you enjoyed reading it. It was my first dip into a "darker" romance, and while it did have some darker elements, I tried not to be too heavy. Thank you to everyone who supported me on this journey. Thank you to anyone who started reading this on Dreame and followed me over here to GoodNovel.
“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
I froze, mid bite of the yellow apple that I’d just ripped from its tree. The air grew instantly cooler as wind whipped around me, blowing my untied robe open. Goosebumps prickled my skin. Turning around slowly, I met the chest of a very tall, broad-shouldered man. I instinctively took a step back, removing the apple from my mouth, but refusing to chew the bite that lingered in my mouth. I raised my eyes to his face, noticing icy blue eyes. But as I stared, they appeared to dance beneath the moonlight. Similar to when you dip black ink into water, and it bleeds into the clear liquid. I squinted, leaning closer, and making sure that I wasn’t imagining it, but he scowled at me, as if I was the one being rude here. Finally, I found it in me to chew, swallowing the apple, “Eating an apple. What are you doing?” I raised a brow. He narrowed his eyes, “Watching you steal fruit from the garden,” he retorted, clearly unimpressed by my bluntness. We stood there, locked in star
“We meet again, little thief,” the man from the garden chuckled darkly. My mouth fell agape as I stared into his icy blue eyes. That can’t be Elliot Lakin. The prince whom I’m supposed to woo with my spectacular contract. Everything around me stood still as I stared into his eyes. The inky swirls swam within the blue, mesmerizing me. Almost like I was entranced once more, unable to look away. He smirked, snapping me out of it, and I scowled at him. “Elliot, must you be late for everything. Including a meeting discussing your future,” Agustus growled. Elliot shrugged, not moving his gaze from mine, “I’m not sure there is much to discuss. I’ve already made up my mind.” “Elliot, you will sit down and listen to what Ms. Pershing has to say,” Meredith growled, narrowing her eyes at Elliot, who was still smirking at me. “Yes, mother,” he drawled out, making his way over to the seat next to Emmet. I hated how my eyes followed him. He was even more handsome and impre
“Why the fuck would you do that?” My temper has never been this bad with him, but for fuck’s sake, he just signed my life away. “I own you, remember? That means your mind, body, soul, and life. I didn’t ask for this, you did,” my other half muttered disgruntled in my head. How the fuck was I meant to forget? I never realized the mistake I was making two years ago. Regret is a feeling I deal with every single day like a fucking slow acting poison. Death would have been a better option. “We could at least discuss these things, as they affect us both! I don’t want to be the King of Nymeria.....I don’t even want to be the King of Valtarin and I sure as hell didn’t want to be her chosen....” He separated from me, taking my breath away, and standing before me in true form. Black smoke curled around him in soft plumes, creating a cover for his body to adjust to being human again, “What can I say?” he shrugged, chuckling. With every heave of his chest, the large black wings pro