As the evening sun set, Zeidan led his horse around one tree, then another, and into the clearing that spread out."Now we're there." "And where exactly, is this place?" Lyne asked softly."It's an old destroyed building of course." He slipped off his horse and wrapping his arms around Lyne's waist, helped her down. He tied the horse's reins to a tree.The huge red brick structure glowed under the orange, tiring evening sun. Having part of it break down with a domed roof supported by what pillar was left of the building. It rested on a base three feet high like a half-eaten cake with red-colored sugar frosting on a plate."That I can see." Lyne followed behind him, her hand in his. "How stupid of me not to have known. My past life is practically just like this building. How can I not relate to this?""You do need to forget about that." Zeidan squeezed her hand passionately. "You are with me now.""Will it make it better?" "Of course, it will." She still has that question lurking in
"I still don't understand why you are this mad," Styx said as Charles sat on the chair opposite him in the courtroom, eyes blazing like the sunset in the dark room."You don't understand? Dad, you gave our worst enemy our army. You didn't even think about the consequences." His voice boomed in the room."We had an agreement...""That's what you keep saying. Of what use is the Onyx to us?"Charles took a bottle of drink that had been on the table and threw it against the wall. Styx could only watch his first son well up with fury and rage burning inside him. If there was something he knew about his son, it's that there is nothing he could say to convince him."What do you mean of what use is the Onyx? You do know this is what we have been after all these years. With that beautiful treasure, our lives will be better. Think about the powers we will be able to possess. Multiple powers just like the vampires."Styx tried to explain, excitement rising in his eyes. Charles still looked uncon
Around the palace, a voice tore across the place announcing the arrival of someone strange and unbelievable. The whole staffs were rigid and the royal siblings except Charles all ran to the entrance in their shifted form to protect the palace. Their gritted fangs do much to threaten whoever comes through the door. The sun was still in its early profile, the wind eased the whole atmosphere but did not make the tension the visitor brought any softer."What is he doing here?" Reb asked, her brows furrowing."He's obviously here to cause trouble."George replied, his balanced furry body underlying all the fear and nervousness within."Well, I hope he does come looking for trouble because he'll find plenty." Korba joined them and stood in front, her claws digging the ground. The gate opened slowly and their tensed body followed its movement. All crouched at attention as to attack whoever came in but what they saw shocked them all to see a lone man wearing a hat that concealed his face and
Where was this blasted basket of flowers?Lyne crossed to the table resting by the newly painted wall and picked up a basket of rose flowers that she made to place beside the dresser. After placing it there, she stepped back a bit to inspect her work in their room.From a boring choice of pieces of furniture and colours to a lovely and exciting arrangement of flowers, decorations, and fabrics that she had spent hours handmaking. No doubt, Zeidan will surely love it when he comes back. Or maybe he wouldn't. Of course, she should have known. A pang shot through her chest at the thought. Remembering how she had eaten breakfast alone after Luana pulled him away, she wondered if she had been tricked into repeating her past life back in her Father's kingdom. She slouched and sat on the edge of the bed, beads of sweat lacing her forehead. But this isn't how a queen should react to her husband's absence. She should get used to it. He's the king and so he has a lot to take care of, she convi
Shelbrooke removed his hat and wiped his face that has been wet with sweat. Not from the scorching sun but the heat of rage welling inside of him. He should have known coming to see the Alpha would be a waste of time and energy. He should have changed strategies and formats instead of stopping so low to come and plead with him.Wearing back his hat, he removed a stick of cigarette and ignited the fire to light it. He looked back at the building he had just emerged from and shook his head. What the hell has he done? He thought. Puffing out his fury along with the heavy smoke that came out of his nostrils, he thought about what to do. Yes, he has plenty of his men around Vampire city now but what's the assurance that the Wolf army won't help in overpowering the Werecats. He groaned at the thought."It would do you better if you found someone reasonable to talk to." A voice boomed behind him and he saw a young boy probably in his mid-twenties with green eyes and golden hair. With his r
The day still young at 1:00 pm, Zeidan walked into his building and headed for his room while waving at the people greeting him. He couldn't measure up how much he has missed Lyne and he wondered if running to see her face is the best.Turning into the room, he was welcomed by the fresh lavender smell that filled his nostrils. He stopped at the entrance and his mouth dropped open at the transformation in his room. The grey walls have been replaced with newly lemon-painted walls. The curtains from a piece of heavy fabric to tiny linens that could filter heat and let in ventilation. He looked at his bed and saw that the sheets has been changed into fresh white sheets, plus the numerous baskets of flowers that surrounded his room. His place now had an unusual feeling of a relaxing place. A place he would surely always love to come back to.A place like..."You're back home already?" He heard her loving voice behind him and his blood rushed into his veins. Before he could say another word
Folding her skirt as she walked through the corridor, Lyne's mind was filled with questions as to whether Zeidan is only putting up a show. She needed answers to a lot of questions but it seemed hard to ask. The corridor was as empty as her inner self and she wondered if, at the end of her tunnel, there will be light just like the end of this passageway. Either way, it was either she lived as a second choice or not. She remembered his words about Luana having access to the Onyx room.Have they been that close? Is she the stumbling block between two lovers? Maybe she needed to let them be. What's with the whispers, knowing each other's likes and dislikes, and taking her along to important places? This is a pure truth that cannot be denied. She is definitely the second choice.While still deep in thought, she didn't realize she had gotten to the corner when she bumped into someone."Oh, I'm sorry." She said lowly as she made to touch the person's feet to apologize like she would be mad
Zeidan has just picked a black belt with a golden design at the center to wrap up his dressing. His mind wandered back to what had ensued between him and Lyne and he asked himself if that isn't what he has always wished for. A woman who is after his peace.Luana strode in and he noticed how she slowed her pace as if to assess the new look of the room. He looked back at her and he couldn't miss the pain she forcefully swallowed before saying anything."So, she was right?" She muttered."You were saying?""Nothing." She looked up at him and forced a wry smile. "I was just wondering what's up with the change all around. I mean, first, the King was covered in dust, and now he's the all-caring that isn't even bothered by his room being tampered by someone who isn't worthy." There was a tone of disdain in her voice that he couldn't miss."I think we have a more important thing to discuss other than Lyne. Let's get to it, shall we?" He waved her off and slipped into his coat while leading Lu