“I still don’t understand it”, I confess, wiping away a tear. “We had gone from loving and intimate to….I don’t know. He hates me”. Mila gasps. “My lady, don’t say that. I am sure the prince doesn’t hate you. He might be mad but he certainly doesn’t hate you”. My scratchy eyes are fixed on the door. Sia had left me, and I broke down. Mila came in a moment later with my dress for the Claiming and when she saw me, she threw it in a corner, and gathered all the tissues she could find. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better”, I say sniffling. His words had destroyed me.Sia had called me stupid, insatiable and insane. He had said it on a more complex term but I understood it all the same. The realization makes me start crying. Mila hands me the tissues, patting my back awkwardly. I don’t blame her for being so uncomfortable. She is being forced to make me feel better. “You don’t have to lie to me Mila. He does hate me. Oh Mila, what am I do to now?”. “Stop crying”. I just st
Meet me in the cellar now Thane. Sia frowned at the little note on the desk. He was just in the middle of his haircut when the note came in. He didn’t know what Thane wants. Lifting his gaze from the tiny piece of paper, he checked the time. 6pm. Dinner would have been served by now, but after receiving Thane’s message, he isn’t so sure he would come down for dinner. He didn’t even have lunch, and Crinka was to blame for that. Sighing, Sia took note of all the hair strands on the ground, his chest tightening. It would grow back, he said to himself. “Pharix, it’s enough”. The woman paused. “But my prince, I am not done with the curls.” “Leave them like that”. “But your highness…” He rose gradually and Pharix was forced to step back. Sia looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t like having so much hair in his face, but it was the least he could do to please Pharix. Let her touch his hair. She seemed to like it anyway, but Crinka loved it better. Maybe more than she loved R
Thane couldn’t believe the sight that met his eyes as he unlocked the cellar door. He had hoped that they would have been done with the Claiming so that he could return the ink, but turns out that wolves have other ways of claiming people.Sia was on his knees, face twisted in agony and Thane could see why. The little wolf has her fangs buried in his neck. He had always known that Crinka could not be trusted, and now seeing her marking his elder brother in her wolf form only confirmed his suspicions. She was crazy!Snapping out of shock, he whipped the silver knife out of his pocket and slashed at a pocket of fur. The wolf howled in pain but his mission was accomplished. The wolf retracted her fangs, and slowly turned on her pays, facing Thane. She was small, very small but utterly dangerous. Sia fell to the ground, grasping his neck. Thane knew that his wound wasn’t going to heal, and Izal would have to look at it.He grabbed Crinka’s wolf by the jaw, and tried to hold her off until
Sia woke up a moment after Thane exited the cellar. He sat up groggily, stretching out his limbs. Suddenly everything came back to him. The dress. The gun. The ink and Crinka. Most importantly Crinka. He shot up to his feet, ignoring the weird look Izal was giving him. What was he doing here anyway?“Where’s she?”, he asked in a raspy voice.“You should take care of yourself first. Here have some water. It will help with the sore throat”.“How did you…? You know what? Never mind. Where’s she?”.“Behind you”.Sia quickly turned and was livid to find Crinka locked in a cage with silver bars. She was awake, her eyes filled with sadness. Sia felt his chest tighten. He averted his gaze, turning to Izal.“Who the fuck put her in there?”.“It was only necessary. She’s a wild brat”.“Let her out”.“No”.“I don’t want to fuck you up Izal, let her out”.“I’m sorry but I can’t. She’s unstable at the moment and a threat”.Sia suppressed the urge to laugh. His little spitfire, a threat?”.“Whose i
She pulled away and Sia just stared at her lips. He wants more, but if that was all she’s going to give him, he might as well take it like that. “Is there nothing I can do to convince you to stay?”. “My mind has been made up Sia”, she said and turned for the door. “Even if you’re pregnant with my child?”. Thane choked on his spit and Izal’s eyes widened. Crinka paused in her steps and slowly turned around to face him, her hands clutching her belly. Goddess, could it be? Could she actually be pregnant for Sia? He hadn’t used protection the last time and she wasn’t on any pill so…She shook her head. No. She wasn’t pregnant. She couldn’t be. “Am I…”, she began. “Am I?”. “No. I just wanted to know if you’ll stay had you been pregnant”. “It’s impossible to bear you kids, so please refrain from making such assumptions”. “So you’re just going to leave?”, Thane asks her. “You said that you were going to….” “That was before I lost my wolf okay?”. “I know you’re in pain. I know you’re
Eloive was out of bed the moment the sun was up in the sky. He wasn’t a morning person but if he wanted to escape the horrors of the palace today, he needed to be up and about. The Fae Queen would be coming today and there was nothing Eloive hated more than receiving visitors. He didn’t have a problem with the Vampire King since he was always asleep when the Lord of the Undead came to visit. Eloive was also glad when he heard that the girls had been driven away. He knew they would be back but he would every minute in their absence. A royal breakfast was mandatory on a day like this but he wasn’t interested in his grandmother’s rant. He didn’t want to be lectured about his behaviour, and he certainly didn’t want to listen to her scolding Crinka for canceling the Claiming. Eloive smiled as he hurriedly scrubbed his skin. No wolf had ever dared to do that, and he was proud of her being the first. With her presence in the iced mountains, there would always be something to look forward to
“You’re still in bed seriously? Baby, I told you we would be having a royal breakfast and we can’t afford to be late!”, Sia yells as he stepped into his room. He is fully dressed, spotting a white tee and cargo pants.I roll my eyes at him. “It’s your fault I’m still in bed”.“And how is it my fault?”.“It’s your fault I’, sore”, I mutter, my cheeks heating up as I remember last night.“Oh really? So you’re blaming me for making love to you? I was only carrying out your request”.“I said you could make love to me not drive me to the point of exhaustion. Hey! What are you doing?”, I yell as he rips the sheets from me. His eyes widen when he saw it. The blood I have been so desperately trying to hide.“Jesus what happened here? It’s like I fucked virgins last night. Did your hurt yourself Crinka? Talk to me baby”.“You’re really clueless aren’t you?”, I mumble, looking away.“Clueless? What do you mean..”, he paused, his mouth forming an ‘oo’ as realization hit him.“Yeah”.“That’s some
“Mila, do the princes have a lounge where they err.. hang out?”. Mila pauses in her embroidery work to look at me. “Yes, my lady.” “Great. Take me there”. She shakes her head. “I’m sorry my lady but I simply do not know the place”. “You could ask your friends. They might know”. She shakes her head. “It’s for the royal princes my lady. We know that they do have a lounge, but no one knows where it’s located”. “Not even the king?”. “Not even the king my lady. I heard that they made it that way, a secret only known to themselves. Rumour has it that when the princes want to escape from their parents and work, they go there.” “That’s just wow”. “If you don’t mind me asking my lady, why did you ask about it?”. “I just wanted to talk to Sia amidst his brothers, but that won’t be happening now that there’s a secret lounge only they know about”. “You can still talk to him amidst his brothers my lady. I heard that they are in the dining room having some fun”. “Is Sia there?”. “Yes my