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Caesar remained deeply in love with Pandora, despite their struggle with infertility. He found it somewhat amusing as she subjected herself to unconventional treatments, enduring hardships in the hope of having a child. The treatments imposed restrictions on her usual activities, leading Caesar to move back to his quarters, allowed to see the Queen only on days appointed by physicians.The potions took a toll on Pandora, weakening her physically. Despite her attempts to downplay the effects, it was clear that her mental health was deteriorating. While depression was common among omegas, it was rare among alphas.For Caesar, the years together passed like a fleeting moment, but for Pandora, it felt like an eternity of unfulfillment. Amidst their personal crisis, the world itself was crumbling.Slora teetered on the edge of collapse. The plague spread uncontrollably, claiming the lives of Kings and Queens, and leaving behind leaders ill-equipped to handle the crisis.Candor, too, faced
Caesar turned the castle upside down, his heart pounding as he searched for his missing mate. Nine agonizing days had passed, and the torment of not knowing Pandora's whereabouts gnawed at him. "It's confirmed; the Queen was with Ellen Beaumont the last time she was seen," Zariah reported to Caesar. "That woman never fails to amaze me," Caesar grumbled, his restlessness palpable. "I did advise both of you to kick that leech out, but you're too busy being diplomatic and merciful to do what needs to be done," said Zariah. Caesar sighed. "Where do you think they could be? Did they abscond, or are they in Damaris?" "Pandora is not foolish enough to abscond. I fear the latter. I will send more men as soon as possible." "I'm coming along." "No, my King. Stay- in case they return," Zariah said. Taking an emotionally sensitive King on a mission to find his mate, who might be with her past lover, could only lead to disaster. Caesar's suspicions weren't far from reality. Ellen and Pandor
Years later, Ingram's capital basked in the brightness of spring. The sun illuminated the city, and the air was filled with the melodic tweets of birds engaged in their mating songs. The kingdom, swarmed by the undead, had found peace as citizens, migrants, and those who had overcome the dark times lived harmoniously.However, within the castle walls, trouble brewed. The Queen, her eyes filled with madness and lips etched in a thick frown, stormed toward the quarters of the Prince. Caesar followed closely behind, aware that Pandora's anger had reached its boiling point. "Where is he?" Pandora's gaze remained fixed ahead, her fists clenched at her sides."The Prince is in his room. General Zariah managed to calm him down," a servant reported, bowing halfway.The doors swung open, revealing Pandora's determined entrance. Her son cradled against Zariah's chest, received soothing head pats, his blood-red eyes blinking at his enraged mother."Mother," Arlen said, sitting up and rubbing hi
CandorRufus found himself in his father's seat, head hung low, eyes glued to the ground, fist pressed to his lips. As the acting King until further notice, he struggled to focus on his duties."This is not funny at all. Where could that idiot be? Is he safe? I swear I'll lose my shit if that moth hurts him." Rufus' mind was not his own, often arrested by thoughts of his naive cousin. The more he tried to push away this sick feeling of worry, the more transparent his feelings for Arlen became. He did not like the possibility of Arlen being courted by another alpha, much less someone Arlen desired. Rufus could not take it.But losing Arlen was not the only problem in his life. His mother's nagging was driving him crazy, and then there was the omega his father supposedly arranged for him."Where do you think you're going?" Basma's frown turned to astonishment as her son fled the throne room like a puppet on strings.Rufus needed a breather, and there was one place he wanted to hide. Arl
All Arlen did was obey. He followed Luca to Colverdale's capital, to a silent compound where they were welcomed by strangers. Strangers who groomed him for the coming ceremony. "This will look divine on you, Master Julius," the entourage smiled at Arlen as they assembled different outfits to choose from. "An eastern robe will hide your figure but leave an inviting mystery for your groom," one said. "No, that garment is too heavy for his delicate physique. A harem dress is light and airy. It would fit him so well. He can wear his beautiful hair down," another argued. Arlen did not mind. He was used to being told what to do. Moreover, these people only meant well. "They are lovely, but I do not wish to be treated as a woman. I am still a man." Arlen was soft-spoken. The atmosphere was awkwardly quiet for a minute. But a woman rekindled their spirit by suggesting another outfit. "I might know just the thing you need." Her appearance gave off the feeling that she had been doing this
"Luca..." Arlen felt an ominous shudder as his mate continued to play with his body. 'I am not ready,' a chant resounded in his head. Beaumont took out his wet fingers. The penetration was smoother, but it didn't change the ache that came with it. Arlen's voice trembled. An awful energy was growing in his belly, and he knew it wasn't right. "It'll only take a moment. Trust me, everything will be alright," Luca whispered occasionally, his chest enlarging as he moved. "No. Please stop...you're scaring me." Arlen dug his claws into Luca's arms. Luca groaned. The wound was not deep but seeing those claws in his flesh surprised him. Luca was used to his omega in human form. He forgot that 'Julius' was a beastman. "I'll be gentle," Luca dismissed Arlen's concerns and pressed onward, determined to see the plan through. Arlen began to fight his emotions. He squirmed and pushed, trying his best to escape Luca without inflicting serious damage. But that was a foolish risk. Luca's pheromone
The head servants had little to do around the house. Everything was in order, and their new lords were not demanding. The kitchen, however, would forever be busy. But that’s because everybody’s got to eat. Marta, Hart, and Urvi were not blind to what was happening. They sat in the kitchen, gossiping as always. They were thrilled about living with their new Masters, but things were turning sour too quickly. Urvi: “Do you think something went wrong? What newlyweds their age would sleep in separate rooms?” Marta: “I’ve heard royals tend to be that way.” Hart: “Yes, but this is not a castle, and they are not royals. They are two souls who found each other. They shouldn’t be apart barely days after their wedding.” “Where are you taking that?” Urvi stopped one of the maids carrying up a breakfast tray. “To Master Julius,” the girl said. “Put it down; that’ll be my job until I say otherwise.” Urvi drove her away. She then went into the storeroom and brought out a set of herbs to brew.
Luca caught Arlen mid-air, landing lightly on the roof while Arlen demanded to be released. "This is why I told you to stay home," Luca grumbled. "I would have a better shot at it if you stopped hounding me around. I do not need your help!" Arlen barked in his partner's face. Earlier, he felt a burning sensation spreading in his chest. It caused him to lose sight of his surroundings - which nearly cost him. Zavian soldiers were yet to arrive, and the people were in a panic. No one was safe in their homes. The undead monsters had no qualms about breaking down buildings to find prey. Luca had a plan. Taking down the biggest threats would ease the pressure, but Arlen chose to digress. "No. That will be messy, and you can’t save everyone. Let’s lure the ghouls out of town. Then we can finish them off," Arlen proposed, believing this idea was the better option. Luca: "How do you suggest we do that?" Arlen: "Blood spells. I will be the distraction while you-" Luca: "No." Arlen: "Thi