(Rian’s P.O.V)
I didn’t hear Morrigan wake up from her fainting spell but when she commanded me to stop punching the daylights out of Leland, I felt the Royal command coming from her. Snapping out of my daze, I see on her forearm a tattoo of some kind that wasn't there before, and then she mentions something about a blessing from the Goddesses.
Does she mean BOTH of the Goddesses? Like the Fae one and the Moon Goddess?
I think that's exactly what she means Stark.
Lysander asked what she meant by blessing, so thank the Goddess that one of us had our senses about us to ask the question. Morrigan goes on to explain her meeting with Selene and the Goddess Danu in the Celestial Realm and what the tattoo possibly meant.
“So basically, they are giving you this sword because we are goi
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) I wake up the next morning, stretching into a hard chest while feeling a delicious soreness sparking across my body. Remembering the improvised play session that Rian and I had last night. I peek my head over to the bedside table to see that it’s now seven o’clock in the morning—ugh too fucking early. I extricate myself from Rian’s grip as slowly and as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake him up just yet, I need some privacy and alone time. Too much shit has happened without me having the proper amount of time to actually process everything. I hop into the huge shower with the water hot enough to boil my skin off. Bathing in hell fire, I see. Looks like we are ready to take on that dumbass uncle of ours. I couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes me from my wolf’s honesty.
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) After Rian and I had finished getting ready and packing up our things, we met Cormac in the hallway to head down to the car. The car ride was going to be interesting with Albrun coming with us as well as Leland and his mate. Winnie and Lysander left early this morning thanks to King Alstin teleporting them back to Khisfire so that they could pack and get a car. They were going to be meeting us in Màni in a few hours. “We’ll miss you Morrigan, and you too Rian.” Queen Aubriana says, hugging both Rian and me. “We’ll miss you too Aubriana, and you as well Alstin,” I state, moving on to hug Alstin. “We will come and visit soon, I promise cousin. Now that we know you are alive and well, we have a lot of catching up to do and I have a lot of stories of your mother to share with you.” Alstin states, his eyes misty with tears. He missed my mother tremendously, and they were very close to one another during their lives together. I hugged the rest
(Rian’s P.O.V) I couldn’t help the outburst of laughter when Albrun told Morrigan she had snatched Leland’s voice from him. She looked like a deer in headlights—wide-eyed in shock, her mouth dropping open. “No worries baby, I like him like this so please, by all means, keep his voice.” I chuckle. Hey, I wasn’t lying, I couldn’t stand the fucker. Leland glares at me and his mate does the same, I shrug my shoulders with a slight chuckle. “How did I do that!? And how do I undo it!?” Morrigan shrieks out, obviously freaked out at what she was able to do. “Remember what we told you about elf magic? It’s driven by our intent and desires. Spell caster magic is driven by emotion. So, you were obviously intent upon shutting your uncle up.” Albrun laughs again. “Okay, but that still doesn’t answer the second quest
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Waking up this morning to a deliciously sore body was probably NOT the way to start my first day of training but I didn’t care. After Rian and I had our fun, Stark and Winter played for hours, and boy did my wolf and I love it. Winter and I have already concocted a plan for some primal play scenes in the forest—hide and go seek with a happy ending. I shiver at the thought before I hear a throat clearing behind me and I see Lysander and Winnie coming into the kitchen. “Well look at you! All domesticated and shit.” Winnie says, taking her phone out to take a picture of me cooking breakfast. “Yes, now if you don’t want your food poisoned, I would suggest being quiet.” I retort as I place the bacon in the pan to cook. I was cooking everyone breakfast this morning: eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Couldn’t be mo
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Lysander was trying to get me to meditate so I could center myself, yeah, that wasn’t working out well for me. My mind kept drifting to the upcoming war, realizing that my sisters are getting married in a matter of weeks. The anxiety from it was making it difficult to concentrate on emptying my mind and relaxing. Uncle Albrun had to grab my hand because my anger and frustration were getting out of control, and they could see it. Lysander FINALLY gave up on the idea of having me meditate, for the time being, thank the Goddess Danu above for that. “Now I want you to try and control your emotions and create a small ball of fire like I just had,” Lysander instructed, tossing his little fireball from one hand to the other. He said he had concentrated on his love of Winnie and their passion for one another, I figur
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) After a few more hours of training, I make the decision to talk to my wonderful uncle Leland. Winter made a lot of sense, we really haven’t given him the chance to fully explain the situation and I, honestly, shouldn’t have listened in on his conversation with his wolf. Those conversations are private for a reason, and I know that I would be pissed if someone overheard my conversations with Winter. I thought Leland had left but I found him sitting in the living room after walking in through the sliding door that led to the backyard. “I’m giving you the opportunity to explain EVERYTHING to me,” I state firmly, crossing my arms over my chest as I sit in a chair across from where he is sitting on the couch. Leland sighs, “When Conri and Amelie found out they were pregnant with you, they were overjoyed. Your parents were much older than others when they finally had you—Conri was almost 60 and Amelie had just turned 57. There had been decades of unrest in M
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) 3 weeks later It had been a few weeks since my talk with Uncle Leland and we came to an understanding about our relationship. Rian and I discussed bringing back the monarchy, his response to it was surprising, he was okay with it and understood where Leland had been coming from regarding politics and agendas. My training was difficult at first, particularly harnessing my spell caster magic and controlling my emotions around it but eventually, I got the hang of it. Lysander said that I had an affinity with water, and it seemed that my magic, was elemental magic and according to him, there weren’t many elemental spell casters left in Khisfire. Uncle Albrun and I had an easier time with my elf magic because it was all about intent, I was able to teleport myself as far away as the Oceri, the sea dweller’s and sea shifter’s kingdom where I met Prince William and his mate Princess Charlotte along with their children Lottie and William Jr. I had accidentally
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) I was limping my way down to dinner because Rian angry fucked my booty hole because he was tired of my being a brat to him. The sting reminded me of all of the delicious tortures he inflicted upon me for the last 45 minutes before angry fucking me. He glares down at me, grasping my hand, and stomping down the stairs. So fucking rude. My booty hole hurts, and he won’t even carry me. Fucker. Serves you right for biting him like that. He told you to stop or you were going to get punished, you got punished. And don’t even try and pretend you didn’t like being angry fucked. Yeah, well my butthole hurts so I’m allowed to be salty. Winter barks out a laugh, so fucking rude. Rian and Stark told Winter not to heal me, and like the perfect little wolf she is, she’s not healing me. So, every step burns and I let out a whimper, and that only makes Rian smirk in satisfaction. You’re just butthurt that I’m a good little wolf and a good little Sub for