*KAEL* I have always thought it weird that I found myself more comfortable with Isabelle than I ever was with Talon, even way before I knew how cunning and cruel he was, but now I know, it is because there was never any need for us to fraternize because we are not even related by a single pint of blood. The crowd breaks into a frenzy, everyone trying to run for their life. My Father sits with shock as if he cannot comprehend that he has been fathering another man's son for years. Talon, in his changed form lunges towards me or rather my wife, and I do not hesitate but jump between them . It is like I am an invisible wall protecting the woman I love from any harm that may come from my beloved brother. Sarcasm intended. I feel his claws dig through the fabric of my shirt as if they could go straight through my flesh and rip the heart right out of my chest. "You've always liked to stick your nose where it does not belong, brother," he snarls. "Is this why you
*LILAC* I thought I died. If that dagger could have killed a Lycan in an instant, how much less a mere human like me. But then I woke up, two weeks after, in an hospital bed. It took a while before I could process what was happening, heck I could not even understand. Carla said the works of the fates were beyond our reasonings. Carla had stood at the door entrance of the room, watching as I came to life. Her first sentence to me was; "You did good, Lilac." Maybe I was dreaming, maybe all these was a little game before I finally stepped into oblivion, but then he had walked in his eyes redrimmed with dried tears black hair falling disheveled against his face. He had sprinted towards me, and he had cupped my cheeks with scarred palms and he wept on me. "I love you, Princess," he had whispered repeatedly. He was real. Everything was real. I lived. A week after, I had attended the trial of Talon and his wife, they were both stripped bare of their m
*KAEL* I have no idea how I manage to drive all the way down to my suite. My need for Lilac is like the moon reaching for the sun's light. My ache for her is like an itching on my skin that needs to be expelled. My lips are on hers the moment we step inside. She gasps at my sudden intrusion but I care less as I deepen the kiss, my hands reaching for her neck as I back her against the sofa. I kiss her like it is the last thing I am going do and she meets with that same frenzied innuendo. We are drinking each other in like starved wolves, every each of our skin fraught with sensations. I reach for her dress zipper, but stop myself to look at her, silently pleading for access. Lilac reaches for my belt , and that is all I need as I pull her zipper down and her dress falls to the ground. I ift her up, my lips meeting her again as I lead us both into the room and onto the bed. My clothes are off too and I feel her shiver as I press against her. "It's your first time, isn't
*LILAC* "Mother! You cannot expect me to marry a beast! How the hell will I cope? I have a whole lot of life out there to live!" Milo's screeching voice echoes down to the basement where I stay. I strain my ears, trying to catch the whole conversation, but all I hear next is muffled whispers, bed rustling, and then silence. I huff in defeat. There is not really much I can know when I am down here in this dingy basement, well technically it's not a basement, just a tiny ass room that was supposed to be for supplies but my stepmother deemed it fit for me, the outcast child as she calls me to live in. At least I get a room, Cinderella didn't get one. The screeching sound of tires announces my Father's arrival and a grin splits on my face as I put down my book, hurriedly running out of my room to meet him. Dad's arrival means less of Nina's and Milo's bullying and I always looked forward to it.. No don't get me wrong, I love my Father just as much as I know he loves me a
*LILAC* Every second that ticks draws me closer to my to my doom, in less than twelve hours, my life will take a drastic turn. I bite back the tears that has been threatening to fall since I was told I will get married to the Prince of the North city — the werewolf city. It is a night to my wedding, and I can hear as Nina and Father make arrangements towards it. Chairs scrape against each other, low chatters from the maids and the subtle music playing is enough to remind me of my pending disaster. I am Nineteen, and I am getting married, I didn't even get the chance to go to college. If anyone ever told me this is going to happen, I would only have laughed at the joke, but staring at my wedding dress that hangs against my door, I can tell this is no joke. I, Lilac Hirav, am getting married tomorrow. Funny how the unexpected things take place much to one's dismay. The knock on my door draws me out of my thoughts and my Father walks in. "Dad," I greet. Dad sighs and settles down on
------- *LILAC* The drive is silent and I try my best to scoot away from my husband's side as far as possible. Even if he is certainly delicious to look at, he is still a Lycan which also means he has an animalistic side to him and I definitely do not want to see that. I sigh as I look out through the tinted windows, watching Lyria fade out before my eyes. I have known the rout walls of this city all my life and leaving now? Tears are rushing back to my eyes again and I instantly blink them away. My husband probably would not pleased at my tears. Only if I could run. Run away from this life I am being dragged into, maybe if I can flee from entering this world I know nothing about. But can I? Trapped in this million dollar car with a man I barely know as my husband, can my life ever be perfect? I guess not, my life has been cursed ever since my mother died. She was my greatest joy. The only person who could bring me peace. But as time went by and more people started talking about
*LILAC* My eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips and then back to his eyes. Fuck this. I can't take any more of this. I push his chest firmly with both my hands, which causes him to release me instantly. We stare at each other. "We are married, you are going to have to learn to live with that." He says coldly. As cold as possible, contrasting his earlier concerned expression. I nod, trying hard to control my breathing and avoid eye contact. How the hell can I look him in the eyes after what happened? "Do you want some food or not?" he asks. His expression remains neutral. I bite my lower lip, unsure if he wants an answer. I think he's waiting for me to reply. But I don't know what I wanna say. Is there anything I should respond with? Do I owe him an apology? Will I end up in trouble? Am I being unreasonable? I look away. "No," is the only word I manage to force past my tightly clenched teeth. Maybe there is nothing I want more than for him to leave right now. "What?" he ask
*LILAC* "Lilac Hirav." My heart jumps at the deep voice that calls my name — The Lycan King. He continues, "May I officially welcome you to the Royal family of Lycania, and congratulate you on your Marriage to my second Prince." The words feel strange coming out of his mouth. I know that the word "Marriage" is meant as an act, but the tone of his voice still feels weird. It seems like there is an underlying meaning behind it though and my cheeks flush red. What do I say? Thank you, your Highness? Your Majesty? Or should I bow? Thankfully the moment doesn't last long because Kael speaks before I can decide what to say. "Thank you," Kael replies and I seem to be the only one that hears the underlying strain in his voice. "My wife is deeply grateful for your beautiful speech of welcome, Your Majesty" His smile seems genuine for some reason but his eyes have lost their warmth. "She is indeed a beut, just like we heard." I almost gag at the remark that comes from the man beside the