Chaos descended into the hall.
Pack warriors in human and wolf form tumbled through the door, swiftly reaching their targets. I could see the confusion plastered on the Wiccan Council's faces, identical to the ones on the Moonstone's pack.
My nails elongated into claws and in the blink of an eye, I shifted in my seat and punched Sebastian's chest, my claws stabbing into his skin, earning an involuntary grunt. Thick, dark, crimson blood oozed from his torso and I grinned in satisfaction.
"Did you really think it would be that easy, Sebastian?" I hissed, my black pupils changing into my wolf's irises of blue and green.
He looked at me in terror, his head swiveling from the sight of his wounded chest to me, towering over him in full form. He really is making it so easy to kill him.
"Take Nari down to release the others from the spell. Trav, Jughead, escort Annabelle out of the hall." I sent instructions via my mind-link as I stalked towards Sebas
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Annabelle Aoki Williams was the first to go down. With his white hair and wrinkled skin, it was obvious that he is the oldest among all the council members. His slow coordination caused him to be ata disadvantage and he wasn't able to fend off the synchronized attacks by the pack warriors and me, making his death a quick and clean affair. Raven was tougher to kill, her enchantment spell had affected a number of the pack warriors and they ended up attacking each other.Her move made me sloppy, instead of attacking her, I had to focus on separating the pack warriors that she enchanted and holding them off from killing each other. It was fortunate that Raven became distracted at some point and I was able to maneuver the killing shot. The witch had made a careless mistake, turning to glance at the
The secrets that I bear suddenly felt as if it was too heavy for me to keep, pushing beyond the boundaries of my chest, straining to be let out. I need to tell him the truth before it's too late. "Romeo," I pleaded and took a step forward in his direction, my heart palpitating. Romeo's gaze flickered towards mine, the only indication that he heard me. His eyes were dead and lifeless, nothing but a deep chasm of emptiness. But for a brief second before theyshuttered close, he granted me access, I was able to see the agony and heartache that he was reining swirling behind his irises. He has already lost his father and soon he is going to lose me. But I would not be able to bear it if I leave before he learns the truth. Romeo blew out a heavy breath and his eyelids finally fluttered, revealing the intensity of the grief that he had carefully hidden inside of him. His face contorted with anguish and I almo
Romeo Price I left my bedroom in a daze, and in spite of my recent loss, I was calm. I had found acceptance, contentment, and camaraderie. Annabelle made me realize I am not alone, whatever I am facing, the boys will always have my back. They are my anchor while she is the sail that carries me forward. And for once, things are going in the right direction for my love life. Annabelle had just said that she would tell me everything that I wanted to know and the relief that I felt took away the sting from the pain of losing my dad. Finally. No more secrets between us. I went to my office in the packhouse and informed the Royal Council of Dad's passing and instructed them to initiate the preparations for Dad's funeral procession. Both the Alpha meeting and Royal Council meeting have been postponed and everyone in the Kingdom will be attending Dad's funeral procession, his final journey across the city from the castle to the Royal mausoleum. I was in and out of meetings throughout the
Annabelle Aoki I reckon perhaps it's because this is only my second time in Bayswater pack butI've never been to the other wing of the packhouse before, where the majority of the pack members lived. The dining area was huge, impressive. The walls were painted in neutral colors, while large chandeliers dotted the high ceilings. The room was minimally decorated, with long rectangular tables covered in beige fabric, placed in straight lines next to each other. Banquet chairs were filled with shapeshifters, male, female, young, and old. A high table was placed at the end of the room, where Arch, Roman, Trav, and Jughead were already sitting. There were two other people whom I did not recognize seated at the table, one male and another female whom Romeo later introduced as the Head Male and Female Warrior. The noisy chamber hushed considerably when Romeo and I entered, all eyes on us. I wasn't about to admit to Romeo but
We arrived on the tarmac next to a plane that was painted with the Werewolf Kingdom's livery and crest. The interior was equally impressive, the walls are covered in wood paneling, plush leather seats in clusters of two, three, and four, and a small minibar sat at the corner. There was a door which I later found out led to a bedroom with an equally impressive king-sized bed. The plane took off not long after we arrived, and once we were surrounded by white fluffy clouds, Jughead started briefing Romeo of his schedule and engagements, one that both amazed and scared me. It has made me realize one thing, he wouldn't have a single moment available for my confession, so my best bet is to get a private moment with him while we're on the plane. Two hours later, Jughead finally left Romeo's side and I watched, my eyes half hooded, my expression relaxed, pretending to be asleep as Romeo made his way to where I sat. "Follow me." He crouched next to me and whispe
My heart was shattered, my limbs heavy and all I want to do is curl up and sleep, wishing never to wake up from this ugly nightmare. However, sleep evaded me, inside my chest was a chasm that used to be where my heart was. All that was left was an empty void, a shell of what used to be me. Unable to bring myself to face Romeo, I stayed in the room throughout the flight, coming out only when the stewardess had knocked on the door informing me that the plane is making its descent. We consciously stayed away from each other or perhaps it was just me, as I chose to sit with Lucy and Reynold while he sat alone, silent and pensive. One thing I've learned from observing Romeo is that his emotions are the most turbulent when he is still and quiet. I wonder if he regretted my confession. Even after the plane had landed, I high-tailed behind Lucy and Reynold and entered their car, leaving Romeo alone with the driver in his car. If t
Lux Lupus Romeo Price "I'm proud of you, son." After the Alphas dinner, Dad's words replayed themselves relentlessly in my twisted mind, over and over again like a broken record. How could he be proud of me when he is dead because of me? Dad had pushed me out of Sebastian's way and substituted himself. He bloody sacrificed himself so that I would live. I. Killed. My. Dad. I am the reason he is dead. I could feel myself spiraling into the darkness, my vision replaying the way Dad's eyes had lost their luster as life extinguished from within him, the screams of pain from Mom and Uncle Reynold, the cold, lifeless body that lay on the floor. When he died, a part of me died too. Unexpectedly, I found light. What surprised me was my mate, Annabelle. That night, she called for food that I didn't want to eat and assemble
I pulled her in for one last kiss, light and soft, my lips lingering over hers for a while before we separated. And just like that, my first and most probably the last date with Annabelle is over. I folded the picnic mat while Annabelle returned the leftover food and wine back into the picnic basket. We were both silent as we strolled hand in hand and when the palace came into view, she snatched her hand away. In the absence of her touch, I felt bereft, lonely, new cracks appearing on the surface of my already broken heart. An unfortunate reminder of how the rest of my life will feel like. Separated from my true mate and alone. "Your Highness, the guests are here." Alfred, the royal butler met us halfway and led us towards the front steps, where a silver Rolls Royce was waiting. Behind it were several SUVs, all in uniform black paint and heavily tinted windows. Mum, Uncle Reynold, Jughead, Arch, Roman, and Trav were already waiting on the step