Olivera's finger throbbed with pain as she stared at the small drop of blood on the page. The circle, now darkened with her blood, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. She pushed it away from her lap, and shifted to the other side.Her eyes widened in incredulity as white smoke began to rise from the book, curling and twisting in the air. The scent of lavender and rose filled the room, a soothing contrast to the sharp pain in her finger. She watched in awe and trepidation as the smoke began to form shapes, reacting as if it were alive.What was going on? Her mouth remained shut, unable to say a word. Her whole body remained the same way. The only part staying a little active was her mind which was trying to make sense of the scenario.The smoke solidified, creating a vivid image of a couple standing on a hill. The woman was pregnant, her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. Her eyes shone with love and determination, and she was donned in a regal attire. Olivera coul
A knock sounded on the secret door, drafting Olivera’s attention from the now still book to the door. She sighed, and then checked the time on the clock across from her. It was just midafternoon. It wasn’t even evening yet, and the strange woman was here. Tsk. Why was she here, earlier than planned? Did something happen? Olivera jerked farther away from the book suddenly when she smelt the burning smoke that emanated from it. The book was burning! She looked at it helplessly, unable to do anything but watch as the book burned up to crisps in mere seconds. Now that she knew better, she believed that the book had been waiting for her, had been waiting for someone from the bloodline of the Queen. Bloodline of a Queen? Olivera shook her head in disbelief, and not even her wolf’s next taunt had been able to waver her from such feeling. ‘Of course it was waiting for you, dumbo. You didn’t know any better really.” Could that be what the strange woman had meant when the latter had sai
Olivera shuddered as she felt the cord that bonded her and Vee. She looked down at her new guard, and smiled at him giddily. “Did you feel that?” Vee nodded, and stood on his feet. He was way taller than her. Olivera mused, taking stock of this new Vee that was never to disappear from her sight anymore, forever, until she dies. “Do you die?” Vee chuckled, the sound bouncing off the room. “Of course. I am not an eternal creature. As a matter of fact, part of the agreement is that your death means mine.” Olivera scrunched her face. She didn’t want that. “Don’t bother regretting it. The deed has already been done. And besides, it's my duty. So, if you want me hale and hearty, don’t give me much trouble by disappearing on me, or giving me heartache when you disobey commands.” Olivera huffed. Already bossy? She didn’t know guards could be bossy. She had seen the way that Raul was with his subordinates. ‘You can be that way, if you choose.’ Verity opined, but Olivera shook her head.
Of course, Olivera knew there was only so measurable time she could keep up her hatred for Raul. As a matter of fact, she didn’t think that she hated him. She just hated what he had done, how easily he had dispelled their love as if it had been nothing, as if it had not existed. However, she knew that she could not escape the mate bond forever; only could stall the inevitable. And if she was going to be honest, her wolf had made sense when she had said that Jeremy’s disrespecting Raul, in front of his subordinates, was way out of charts. She could do that because she had been the one personally wronged, but Jeremy… ‘Good girl.’ Olivera scoffed. Verity was just too dramatic. Vee had halted and was looking at her again. “Go on, what did Jeremy say?” Her mind, whilst thinking of Jeremy's disrespect, had also been running across possible words which would have come out from Jeremy’s mouth at Raul’s question. “He said that he didn’t really care for that, that he will take you for hi
“I didn’t tell you to come in, Olivera…” Those were the first words Olivera heard when she stepped into the room, and saw Vee standing a few feet away from the witch that had completely disorganized the room that belonged to Raul’s mother. This must have been why she had stopped knocking. Olivera thought, stepping around the littered books and bottles on the floor, ignoring Vee and his question. The witch was still searching for whatever scrolls she had talked about before disappearing on her last two weeks. The scroll.That had been one of the first things she had searched for intently the past two weeks, and she had found it. However, it was something that she couldn’t understand, and the only thing that Vee had said when she had mentally asked him, was that they needed the other part of the scroll for it to be useful. It was then that she had known that the scroll which looked like a map was incomplete. “Is that how he talks to you? How can you allow it?” Olivera ignored the q
“You have a wolf too?” Olivera reverted from her conversation with her wolf, and centered her attention on Miriam again. The latter was looking at her with eyes that had become widened with surprise, and a little other emotion akin with awe. “Wow, that’s purely interesting, and puts a new twist to things. I like it though.” Miriam smiled, and Olivera didn’t know which one disorganized her, Miriam’s words, or the smile and connotation of the words the latter had just spoken. “Explain that statement.” She stated rather, not finding it necessary to tell the lady that her smile was very beautiful, and then familiar too. The disorganization had come from the fact that there was now a seventy percent probability that Miriam was Raul’s sister. No longer thirty percent. No, not with that smile. She wanted to ask Miriam to confirm her suspicions but she had a nagging feeling that the latter would deny it. So, she chose to talk about the unsettling statement, that even though it was said w
“Since when have you been listening?” Olivera asked Raul after they had exited the secret room. Right now, they were in the confines of her own room. Raul was sitting on the bed, and his eyes were running tro and fro the room as if he hadn’t seen the beautification before. But then, this was his first time, or rather one of the rare times, the once in a blue moon times that he stepped into the room of his mother that he hated. “A while.” He answered, letting his eyes finally settle on Olivera who took residence on the dressing chair, with Vee right beside her. Vee was another feature that Raul had a time keeping his eyes away from. Mostly because he was already considering the threat Vee might pose should the guard indicate an interest in Olivera. He had thought Jeremy handsome enough for a man that might tempt Olivera, but seeing Vee, the obsession had shifted from Jeremy to Vee. This could be his competition. He heard Vee chuckle, saw the guard wink at him, and balked. Vee coul
To talk about his sister? Raul wasn’t sure that he could do that. Miriam was a dead topic as his mother has been. As a matter of fact, his family was a dead topic. But at least talking about his father wouldn’t make him cringe in irritation and distaste. However, Olivera was the one asking, and how could he deny her that? Yet, he would have to make a deal with her on this. “If I tell you about Miriam, you tell me about him…” He pointed at Vee whose only reaction was a smug smile. Raul disliked it. The guard was acting like he knew all things. Well, Vee knew more than he did of his mate… “And you tell me all that had transpired in the room, and all the happenings that you haven’t told me of. I will tell you about Miriam…” There was a pause which caused Olivera to pique an eyebrow. What was making a ruthless alpha to hesitate? Over the past weeks, the only person apart from Jeremy and Nick, and sometimes Roland who she had spoken to had been Amah, the servant girl. They both had