The walls had ears and Zezi had listened through the fours of the training room. "I think our King should mate with Lady Iriysi, she is a PureBlood and not a pest or a dog."One of the castle's servants had said. It was a group of people a good distance away from the training room, but now that Valerick's mark was on her, this very heightened hearing was one of the "perks" that came with it. "Lady Delice, I prefer." Another had chipped in."Or put all your concerns to your business, how about that? I heard you still haven't found your mate yet, that should be enough to occupy your mind, do you not think so?" A voice she knew all too well, snapped. A slight chuckle and another voice rose to the occasion to continue what they started. "Don't be like this Gwen, you know how it is.""No, I do not."Zezi wondered where Gwen had found all the people shipping her with the King, so far so good, she had been able to confirm that she wasn't widely liked by the vampires. She didn't care."
It had been futile to fight against Valerick and soon enough, the dress had been gotten rid of.No, ripped. He had ripped it off her, then led her to the sofa when she complained breathlessly that the table was too hard a surface to lay upon. His tongue collided against her skin, and electricity sizzled in her veins, as he pressed her into the sofa to steal her pain away, replacing it with something more demanding. The need that coursed through her veins wasn't just hers and the way it consumed her stole her words away. She couldn't tell if Valerick was intentionally leaving the bond between them open or if control was just slipping from him too. She wondered if he had been feeding, wondered if he had been getting enough rest, he didn't look much like himself, so she wondered if---"Ah," a sound vibrated through her chest, and slipped past her lips, when she felt his tongue flicked over her nipple.With an involuntary shiver, she realized that she had no cuts there. By the Moon,
"The King is back."That had been about over thirty minutes ago, when Gwen had brought the news to her with absolute excitement. Now, Zezi stood in front of a hefty guard who wouldn't let her go into the room to see him. A gun would have been good right now, just so she could shoot a bullet right through his head."Get out of my way." She snarled. "That is an order!" But the guard stood rigidly at the door, looking straight ahead like he couldn't see her. Like she wasn't even there.Zezi gritted her teeth, as the running around of physicians in the room, slipped into her ears, their chaotic mutterings and Valerick's groans of pain tugging at the strings of her heart. From his side of the bond, she could feel nothing. Guilt dug a grave in her mind, and regret laid in it. Buried, deep, deep down. Her breathing was ragged with the conflict that tussled her around without mercy. Wasn't this what she wanted? Why was she not content with it? She should be happy. She was saving her
The Volakys - the former King's creations, his undead army made out of blood magic, the terror of the Dark Times. These creatures were to the vampires, as the vampires were to the werewolves. That was what the book Zezi had read some months ago had told her about the Dark Times. She imagined that they were even worse.Tension settled in the room, fear consumed the air. "Who told you that?" Laura was the first to snap. Zezi frowned, rage flooding into her veins. "Is it true, Princess? Is this something your White Circle has been dabbling in and keeping a secret from the rest of us?""Don't be ridiculous, pest!" Laura slammed her hands over the table that stood between them. "No one wants to go back to the Dark Times. Why would you even think that we would bring back the Volakys? They were a terror to us."Zezi arched her an eyebrow.They were fools if they thought they could play her around. Bigger fools if they thought she wouldn't notice. Or maybe she was the biggest fool right
Zezi moved a finger, consciousness rushing back into her veins. It didn't feel like she was in the water anymore, didn't feel like she was drowning anymore.Instead, she felt the softness of the sheet beneath her and the smell of the first rain rushing into her lungs as she greedily inhaled. Her eyelids flickered open at that moment, Valerick's hazy outline which was illuminated by the golden light of the room, was all she could see. His hair fell over his face as he hovered over her.Another blink and she could see him clearly. He was alive, he was fine - that was if the familiar webbed lines that tattooed his neck were to be ignored, his peaking fangs and the dangerous look in his black eyes."Don't do that again," his cold voice warned, slicing through the silence, and the sound of clacking irons filled her ears as he moved away.Zezi panicked, and in a quick movement, she made him switch positions with her, trapping him with her thighs, observing at that moment the bundle of chai
Feral. That was how they were. Valerick's actions were fueled by a sort of insanity and an unrestrained thirst. Wherever his lips met her skin, his fangs left an imprint. Her cries of pain morphed into pleasure, as her claws dug into his back and her hands fisted into his hair. With the speed they had, their clothes were long gone in seconds. Naked bodies rubbed against each other. Zezi's ragged breathing filled the room, clashing with the scent of their arousal that perfumed the air. It was sweet, it hung to the roof of their mouth and the back of their throat.He peppered her neck with ferocious kisses and she did the same to him, her tongue slithering over her mark on him, torturing him as he did her. His claws dug into her thighs, and she threw her head back, as she cried. But his mouth had captured a taut nipple and her body jerked in his arms at the conflicting signals the consecutive actions sent through her veins.His tongue flickered and sucked, and her sex ached to have
Invitations were sent out quickly.The castle was bustling with different activities in preparation for the fast-approaching Joining Ceremony. It reminded Zezi of the time she had just gotten to the Castle and seen how the hall was decorated.Gwen had told her back then that it was for the King's wedding and she had been petrified. It was funny that now it was happening and she wasn't feeling the way she had felt those six months ago. She was scared, yes, but it was for a different reason. Something more complicated than her hatred for him or his kind.Immediately Lady Delice had gotten the wind of the coming Joining Ceremony; that was after the night she and Valerick had completed the bond, she had appeared at her doorstep, looking absolutely worried for her. "You know what is going to happen to him. Lady Zezi, why are you letting this happen? You are going to die." She had declared, her feverish hands holding Zezi's own with worry.Even though Zezi knew the ceremony was happening
"We finally found one!""Shhhh." Zezi said as she laid down her six-year-old daughter on the bed. Mira was a beautiful chubby girl with brown curly hair. She stirred lightly in her sleep before smiling peacefully once again. A smile that wiped away the frown that had crossed her face when her father barged into the room.Zezi smiled then too, before she turned to her husband who still stood at the door. He was quite muscular and his grey uniform fitted a little tightly against his skin as usual. He looked tired, his brown eyes that were usually filled with optimism now had frustration swindling in them.He walked across the room and hugged her, relaxing into her arms. "We finally found a body.""We did?" She pulled away so that she could see his face. That was great news! For quite a while now, werewolves had been mysteriously disappearing from different packs in Teeland. When the packs' alphas discovered that it was getting out of hand, they came to their King, Alpha Gery who was