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15. The Court
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[ELARA] “Come on, Elara,” Magnus urges, his voice barely containing his fury as his hand comes to rest on my arm. I flinch at the contact, burnt by his touch. When I see my arm, the skin there has turned a shade of pink. This is Morgana’s work. I know it. “There’s a council meeting now, Prince,” an old, toothless man tells Magnus but he dismisses him with a wave of his hand. “Later, Lord Jaromir,” he mutters. Ruelle calls out my name from a distance. Reflexively turning, I notice her rushing towards me through the departing crowd of courtiers, her face red with worry. I know she wants to warn me, but it’s too late now. Magnus notices that my legs have turned to stone, and yanks at my arm. His grip is too tight, the pain searing through my flesh. ‘It’s more than just a physical grip,’ I think to myself. A low growl escapes his lips before he begins dragging me away. I hesitate, resisting his pull but then he shoots me a glare that kills every rebellious fiber within me. I stu
The Wicked Werewolf Prince 17. The Witch's Den
[ELARA] I dismount from the horse and land firmly on my feet. Magnus looks at me and nods, signaling for me to follow him. We’re away from the palace, about half a mile away, I presume, as I look back at it from a distance. We walk a few steps, surrounded by trees so high that I crane my neck trying to find their crowns. Night is starting to fall, the sky taking on a sinister shade of gray streaked with red. We stop at a lone hut standing upright in a clearing. It’s too small to contain anything significant inside. But when Magnus actually throws the door open, I see a trapdoor in the floor. It opens with a creak, revealing a series of stairs. I follow Magnus quietly, too intrigued to speak. It’s not long before we’re faced with a weird-looking door. Morgana is the first person I spot when the intricate locks on the gilded door click and twist, before it swings backward to reveal what I presume is a witch’s den. I wonder how long she has been staying here to set up all of this.
The Wicked Werewolf Prince 18. Beyond The Curtains
[ELARA] When I open my eyes, it takes me a moment to remember where I am, which tells me how well I slept. I don’t know what brought me comfort—whether it was the satisfaction I felt for doing right by Beatrice, or having my wolf back in talking terms with me, or thinking that my husband isn’t a heartless man after all. Seeing that side of Magnus, soft and vulnerable, has definitely changed the dynamics between us. And after the words exchanged between us yesterday, I can only hope he’ll be up for talking rather than have me guess his thoughts. His words ring back in my ears: Step one foot out of the line and you’ll find yourself entangled in courtly politics, and soon you’ll be a pawn in their game ready for disposal whenever needed. Is that really what’s going down behind the friendly faces I’ve come across the court? They have never been friendly to me, of course. I’m a stranger, unwelcome and not up to the standards they’re used to. But there’s always a general state of calmne
The Wicked Werewolf Prince 19. Eldric's Legacy
[MAGNUS] ‘Fuck you, Magnus.’ I can’t get it out of my head. I just can’t. The council meeting has been going on for the last few minutes, but I find myself zoning out every few seconds. My mind keeps recalling Elara’s reaction when she entered my chamber earlier this morning. While Morgana was riding on top of me. Nothing could’ve prepared me for that. Not for when she entered. And definitely not for how she reacted. ‘Fuck you, Magnus,’ she mumbled, her voice too quiet due to the shock. After that she sprinted out and I haven’t seen her since—she wasn’t in my old chambers, or with Ruelle. That’s probably a good thing because I don’t know what I’m going to say to her. Morgana laughed about it; somehow it aroused her further. But there was no way I was going to continue. I asked her to leave right then—the disappointment on her face was something I couldn’t miss. Alistair is not at fault, I knew that before he even tried to explain himself. Elara is stubborn. She’ll do what
The Wicked Werewolf Prince 20. Love and Poison
[ELARA] Pain shoots up my arm and reaches my skull the moment Alec’s fangs pierce the flesh there. It’s excruciating and I’m thrown back by the impact, knocked off my feet as a reaction to it. I bite on my teeth so I don’t scream. I don’t want to alert the guards. They could hurt him. They could kill him when they see the bite mark on my arm. Even though his arms sear as they try to reach me through the silver bars, he doesn’t stop. Alec wants me dead; I can see the murderous look in his eyes. Just a moment ago, I was hoping there was nothing holding us apart, but now I can’t be more grateful for those silver bars. He tricked me into thinking he was harmless… until I extended my arm inside the cell to touch his cheek. And then he came at me, like he had done inside the tent. Furious like a beast. My arm begins to throb, the flesh starting to turn a shade of reddish-black as blood trickles down to the muddy ground at an alarming rate. Lila’s panic is mingled with mine. But he
The Wicked Werewolf Prince 21. Echoes of Mistral Hollow
[ELARA] According to Morgana, if I stay awake during the extraction procedure, I will likely lose my mind from the pain. So she suggests I be put into a dreamy sleep, induced by the sap of some wildflower. Lila requests me to listen to her this one time, but I refuse the suggestion and let Morgana begin. But the moment she cuts the blade through my arm, I let out a scream so loud, my ears deafen momentarily. I see Magnus shut his eyes, a groan leaving his lips. “Put her to sleep,” he commands her. Despite the fury I feel, I don’t object. The sap is thick—pricking bits of my tongue as I gulp it down. A moment passes before my mouth begins numbing. Morgana comes closer once again, blade in her hand. As the procedure begins, I feel myself slipping into the familiar realm of dreams. It's as though my consciousness is divided, stuck between the reality of Morgana's lair and the vivid dreamscape that unfolds before me. In the dream
The Wicked Werewolf Prince 22. The Dead Prince
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The Wicked Werewolf Prince 23. The Restless Wolf
[MAGNUS] As I make my way to the council chamber, my footsteps become heavier. It hasn’t really struck me yet that Kian is gone. That he’s dead. I should be relieved that my contender for the throne is put down. But I feel a sense of loss. After all, he was my kin. But now Eldric has no choice but to announce me as heir. Unless he thinks of doing something absolutely crazy. Could he get rid of Queen Seraphina and marry a younger woman? Seraphina had trouble bearing children; when Kian finally came out of her, he was frail and sick. No one believed he would make it. But he grew up to be a strong alpha werewolf, proving that the blood of the Luna coursed through him. A part of me can’t help but think of the love Eldric feels for his wife. Despite all the cruelty he put me through, he was always kind to her and to his kid—spoiling them with affection. A life that he took away from me by being responsible for the death of my own father and mother. And there returns my anger. Alist
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