Drakken threw himself at Benjamin at his words, already deciding within himself that if Benjamin wanted the throne then he had to win him for it. But one thing was for sure; he was done tolerating the bullshit called his stepbrother. As the situation was right now, someone's head had to roll for peace to reign.He delivered a clean punch to his guts and Benjamin toppled over, spewing out blood. When Drakken went to punch once more, Benjamin was very fast to move away, giving Drakkn a kick to the face. George rushed to carry Eleanor from the ground, getting Benjamin's attention who was on the verge of attacking Drakken and Drakken used the opportunity to clasp his big hands around his shoulders and crushed it over his knees. There was a painful growl and Benjamin started transforming into his hideous wolf.This was part of the reason Drakken had never been comfortable around Benjamin. When he was born, he overheard his father telling Benjamins's mother that he was never going to accep
ONE MONTH LATER."I can't believe this is finally happening, dudes. Can y'all believe it?" George asked as he took a long swig from the glass in his hand, his face squeezing from the strong taste of the brown modern ale. "I can't believe it too," Duncan let out cheerily, his face a mask of smile. "So... I thought to ask Evie out today.""What!" George thundered, half sitting up from his seat in astonishment as his eyes widened in shock. "Eleanor's maid?" Duncan was nodding his head, his smile not breaking. "I haven't approached her yet, but I have been keeping tabs on her and know her real mate rejected her which somehow works to my advantage, you know.""What about your mate?"Duncan shrugged casually. "I have been crushing on Evie for as long as I can remember, Geroge. I am telling her tonight. If there's anything I'm certain of, is that I see the way she looks at me sometimes in a sneaky way.""That didn't answer my question, Duncan. Do you want to break her heart in the future?
EPILOGUE"Magdalene, come here this minute!" Eleanor screamed at the top of her lungs as she chased after her last child who seemed unaware of her mother's rage she giggled heartily, racing down the well-trimmed meadow at the back of the house where they went out to relax every day. "Magdalene!""Daddy!" The girl squealed, changing course from her favourite hiding spot at the back of a tall tree, towards her father who was smiling as he stretched his hand to catch her. "I am going to make sure you are sent off to a boarding school just like your older brother!" Threatened, Eleanor, tapping her forehead. She had been chasing the little foot from the house, refusing the help of the guards whom she knew her daughter feared greatly. Drakken had insisted his daughter was never to be left at the mercy of the brutes under any circumstances."Forgive us, Luna, we have sinned." Drakken made a face as they approached her, rephrasing the biblical words. "You spoil her, baby and then you leave
Berkshire, a small city in the heart of England sharing borders with the werewolf and vampire Kingdoms. *******************In the town of Berkshire is located the liveliest brothel housing the finest girls nature is yet to bestow on mankind, drawing from the three territories that made up this world; humans, werewolves, and vampires, men of lascivious intent to satisfy their carnal desires from the willing skirts of these comely beauties.From inside the brothel downstairs where the club is located, loud music blasted resonating through the little town as the girls danced, teased, and beckoned for the attention of the lost men as they drooled after the girls, begging with their eyes to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath their skimpy drawers.In one of the rooms upstairs of the enormous aged building, Eleanor Macbeth, the best stripper in Berkshire metropolis that stripped in the club, was preparing to go down for the evening for her much-demanded performance.She sat in front of the
She raced back to the changing room and packed her bag and headed home immediately, all the while still agitated by Ambrose's demand. On reaching the front of the almost dilapidated building where her shabby apartment was stationed, she stood looking at it, taking a steady breath to calm herself before going in. This is the only time she often felt at ease after her performance every day. Every pain melts away to be replaced by the warm thought of only one person...Her son. The thought of him running to her when she got home, the way he told her he missed her and watching him sleep, made up for her fucked up life and gave her hope for the future. It wasn't supposed to be like this, yet, this is what life thought she deserved.Stabilizing her emotions, she covered the distance that led to the creaky boards that made up for stairs that would take her to the floor of her apartment. She wasn't always a stripper. She used to be the happy child of Mr. and Mrs. Macbeth, one of the influen
Northern Bristol in England, the Kingdom of the werewolf, and home to Alpha King, Drakken.*******************"Check!" The sound of the Queen on the chess board reverberated as Drakken slammed it with so much to infuriate his gaming partner_ his younger brother, and gradually raised his head arrogantly to smirk at the younger lad whose face was filled with so much acrimony at his brother for his incessant win."You are cheating! That must surely be it!" The lad declared and jutted out his lips in a juvenile ilk that left him looking nothing less than the pup he was.Drakken pushed away the blond lock falling across his forehead, grinned widely and shook his head. "I will gain a victory with my eyes closed, kid. It comes with age.""That's a lie!" The boy stood up from the stool and crossed his hands on his chest defiantly. "Father said he won his first game at..." He stopped to think of the age, then jerked his head. "You are boring, I am off to meet father to teach me other cool stuf
"No! No! Please, stop! Please, don't do this, I beg you!" Eleanor cried and kicked her legs fervently whilst thrashing around as beads of hot sweat trickled down her body and tears poured down her face in her sleep."No!" She bolted straight up from the bed panting in fear as she does every time she had this same nightmare. Gradually, it has become normal for her to be pulled by invisible hands back to the very day she would give anything never to relive _the day she was raped by that unrecognised monster. Despite the outcome of the rape being a child she would give anything to protect, reminiscing the very ordeal was like a blunt knife was stabbed into her heart and twisted while she watched as she bled to death. She might not always think about it, or rather, doesn't allow herself to think about it, every day of her life she wished life would give her the chance to meet the monster that did that to her. She would make sure he paid for all her pains and torment.Fully regaining back
The way she asked the question made Drakken grit his teeth in outrage. Why does she look like she doesn't know who he is? Everyone knows him in the three realms of this world! He snorted in resentment. On top of everything, she is also a pretender!What a mega jest of the century!Now he would not be able to kill the chit of a girl as planned... Their mate bond only made him find her appealing rather than repulsive. No, he shouldn't be thinking like that! He took a step back. Eleanor's heart pounded faster against her chest and Drakken was overjoyed at knowing she feared him. He admired her inane attempt to appear the least bothered by him in the facade, but her skittery nerves and hammering heart spoke volumes. "Relax," Drakken said briskly and rolled his eyes. "I am not going to eat you." "Ironic," She braved, "...because that is exactly what wild animals do." Wild animal? Did she just refer to him as a wild animal? He would have shown her what wild animals did to sharp-mouthe