RhiannonAs I zip up my last bag, a jolt of excitement zaps through me. I’m actually doing this—leaving the island, visiting my brothers! And not just one, but all of them want me over. I’m going to be away for months! It’s like suddenly, the world’s opened up to me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m about to embark on the grandest adventure of my life.I drag my luggage downstairs, where the helpers are waiting to take it to the private jet. Yes, a private jet. Talk about travelling in style, right? I guess there are perks to being the daughter of Alpha Kings and a Queen.Downstairs, my fathers are waiting to say goodbye. Rune, with his gentle eyes and soft-spoken wisdom, pulls me into a hug that feels like a warm blanket. “Take care of yourself, my little moonbeam,” he murmurs, and I can hear the unspoken worries in his voice.“I will, Daddy. Promise,” I whisper back, squeezing him tight and trying not to cry. I wanted this, right? Why am I sad saying goodbye?! Pulling away, my
SorenAs I watch from the shadows with invisibility as my shield, the princess strides confidently into the castle, her brother, the new Alpha King, at her side. I’ve heard tales of her beauty, but to witness it firsthand is something else entirely. She’s not just beautiful; she’s flawless, with a strength in her step that speaks of her royal bloodline. She moves with an effortless grace, her laughter echoing softly as she embraces her brother. It’s almost a shame, really, that she’s become a pawn in our long-awaited game of revenge.I turn away, the sight leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, and reach out to Ivar and Gavriel through the mind link. /“She’s landed. And from the whispers I’ve caught, she’ll be staying a while before heading to Micah,”/ I transmit, my voice a steady thrum in our connected consciousness.There’s a pause, a beat of silence, before Ivar responds, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of excitement. /“Then we must act swiftly. Once she sets foot in B
RhiannonSaying goodbye to Rhys feels like leaving a piece of my heart behind. The month with him has been nothing short of magical, filled with lessons that went beyond the mere medicinal. Under his guidance, I discovered a healing touch I never knew I possessed, a gift from the goddess herself! It’s a moment of pride and sadness as we part ways, his final words of encouragement lingering in my ears.“Use your gift wisely, Rhi. You’re meant for great things,” he says, his bright blue eyes filled with brotherly love and a hint of something else—pride, maybe.I hug him tight, promising to visit again soon. “I’ll miss you. And thanks for everything, really. You’ve no idea how much this means to me.”As I board the jet to Micah’s kingdom, the excitement bubbles inside me. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and I can’t wait to dive into the world of technology and innovation he reigns over. Flopping down on the seat, I let out a sigh, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation for what’s to
IvarI pinch the bridge of my nose, the incessant banging echoing through the halls like a drumbeat of defiance. She’s been at it for what feels like hours now, and as much as I admire her spirit, it’s starting to grate on my last nerve. As I step into the room, just in time to catch her mid-swing with the cup she was given at dinner, I can’t help but let out a half-amused, half-exasperated chuckle. “Are you quite done making all that noise?” I ask, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.She whirls around, the fire in her eyes blazing even brighter at the sight of me. “If you’re going to treat me like a caged bird, I might as well sing like one,” she retorts, and I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips.This one’s got spirit, no denying that, and for a moment, I’m amused. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me with such defiance.I push off from the door frame and walk towards her, noting the way her eyes flicker with fear. But she doesn’t shrink back; in
RhiannonAs I sit on the cold floor of my cage, a storm brews within me. My captors, though undeniably attractive, have become the focus of my simmering hatred. They’ve given me a cage with comforts—a soft bed, food, water, even a working toilet—but here I am, sitting in my own filth, seething with anger and plotting my next move.The door swings open, and the leader, Soren, strides in, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier. I scramble to my feet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in any position that might suggest weakness.My thoughts are interrupted as Soren strides in, the embodiment of dark, intimidating allure. His presence alone commands attention, but it’s his news that freezes me in place.“There are dragons,” he starts, his voice as smooth and dangerous as a blade sliding from its sheath, “hovering above your brothers’ kingdoms. Waiting for my signal.”I blink, confusion momentarily pushing aside my anger. “Dragons? What does that have to
RhiannonBy day six I realised that my cage here wasn’t that different from the one back on our island. There I was fed, had my own room and space to run, but I had no freedom; much like now. It’s quite a depressing realisation when I think about it; out of one prison and into another. Only this time there were three gorgeous dragons guarding my cage. Ugh, I don’t want to think of them as attractive, not when I know the type of people —monsters— they are.Kidnapping me because of something they think my parents did. It’s the oldest trick in the book and the most annoying. My fathers must be livid, scouring the place for me. But I had no idea where I was and I think I blacked out on the way here.So, what now? They keep me as a pet until my parents respond? Oh, Goddess, what if… what if they decide to brutalise me and send me home tainted? I’ve never been with a man, much less kissed one!With this terrible thought in mind, I start pacing again. I’m still wrapped in the same dress as
GavrielWatching from the shadows, I observe Soren and Rhiannon at the cliff’s edge. They speak with a familiarity that grates on me, an intimacy that should not exist between captor and captive.More than Ivar or Soren, it’s me who harbours the deepest loathing for the princess. It’s not just her; it’s everything she represents. Her lineage, her blood—tainted with the atrocities committed by her fathers and their armies. The very armies that left my world in ruins, my family nothing but memories to be mourned.My mothers and sisters brutalized in ways I don't even want to think about.I’ve always been the silent one, my brothers often joke about my lack of words, but my silence is not a lack of things to say; it’s a choice. A choice borne from the understanding that some thoughts are too dark, too filled with rage to be given voice. Here she stands, the daughter of those responsible, living, breathing, and undoubtedly lamenting her captivity as if it were the greatest injustice.My
SorenThe notification comes as a ripple through the dark web, a shadowy realm where whispers and threats are currency. It’s from the Alpha kings, their response to our message. Ivar and I gather around the secured terminal, the air between us charged with anticipation and a hint of something darker.The video flickers to life, the image sharp despite the layers of encryption. There they stand, the Alpha kings, united in their fury. Their faces are etched with rage, the kind that speaks of unleashed storms and ravaged lands.“We’ve received your message,” one of them begins, his voice like thunder, “and we want you to know, you’ve made a grave mistake.”Another steps forward, his eyes a blaze of anger. “Whoever you are, know this: there’s no hole deep enough to hide from us. We will find you, and when we do, the mercy you beg for will be a distant dream.”Their threats weave through the digital space, a promised violence and retribution. But it’s their final statement that chills even