Noooo!!!! I know you are all mad at me. But please, bear with the story, there is a purpose to Kellen's death. I will say, Kellen is NOT Zane!!!! If you liked the chapter, please leave me a comment and a gem if you have any. Let me know your thoughts, your feelings? Are you angry with me?
MATHIAS Things had not been going according to plan. I thought after Riocht things would get easier, or at least Lamia and I would find some normalcy in life. How wrong I was. The life of a King and Queen would always be anything but normal. We had been crowned the King and Queen of shifters and the work began to pile up. That wouldn’t be so bad, but Lamia was heavily pregnant with triplets, who according to the doctor had grown at an exceedingly faster than normal rate and seemed convinced that she was further along than we originally thought. We thought she had conceived when we were at MacTire before the battle, however, if we put the timeline back to the first time we mated it was in January, we were now in June. A few days later we completed the bonding in Avalon, her heat never fully surfacing because our souls bonded. Maybe that’s when she fell pregnant? She was almost at full term if she carrying pups, and another month to two if she was carrying cubs. I had the doctor perf
TOBIAS Hunji and I were walking behind Mike and Jonda, we were on our way back to the Inn. We had just come from a meeting with Alpha John, Jonda’s brother, where we had been discussing where the three units of warriors would stay when they arrived tomorrow. After learning that Vargr was an Alpha to a kingdom in Bhakhil, the information supplied by Finnegan and related to us by Mathias, Mike didn’t want to wait another minute to head out and find King Kellen. Every second was a delay in bringing his friend home, so Jonda secured a charter boat for us and we were to leave first thing in the morning. Hunji and I were not keen on the idea that Jonda would be accompanying us. She couldn’t shift and her werewolf abilities were barely there, making her more human than shifter. It was too dangerous for her and we did not want to have to worry about another body. Mike, on the other hand, was so besotted with her that he overruled us and was excited that his little love interest would be j
Day 17 of The Games KELLEN “Kellen Moon” A voice in the void whispered. The moon goddess was calling me home. “Kellen Moon” the soft feminine voice called my name. It was so calming, so comforting that I began to search for it in the darkness. A faint glow began to emerge from the depths of the surrounding blackness. It was warm and it pulled me in. So I went to it, letting the slowly brightening light pull me in. I felt content and happy as my bones began to warm the closer we got to the ever-growing glow of luminosity. “Kellen,” The voice was a little louder and as the darkness around me faded and turned to a cozy and agreeable brightness, I squinted my eyes, suddenly finding myself in a well-lit room. I looked around, finding my surroundings familiar, as I cast my vision over the rows upon rows of books. “Kellen!” This time the voice was abrupt and I swung around expecting the person to be right behind me. Instead, my gaze landed on a pair of high-back leather chairs, seated in
In the last chapter, you read where Ashe began to Kellen the story of Inanna and Conri, I did not want to make that chapter too long for readers and decided to put it separately as a free chapter. I did want to give you a little insight into the history of those two, and I hope all your memories are good, from reading the first and second books and the fairytale Tawny told them all while sitting in the gym. ***** Told to Kellen by Ashe/Odeia Many moons ago, when the realm was still young and the gods still walked amongst the humans, In a land called Heartme, which you know as the Sea dogs Island, by chance, the goddess Inanna was wandering about the mortal realm of shifters and humans, met a mortal king called Conrad (Conri) Their love was forbidden, as Inanna’s father had already promised her to a war god. Yet Inanna could not deny her obsession with the handsome, fierce king. Likewise, the King, Conrad was enthralled with her beauty Falling in love with her at first sight. Her bl
DAY 19 of The Games TALA My heart was broken, shattered into pieces, my wolf had not stopped whimpering and I had not stopped sobbing. The pain I felt was indescribable. I felt his life end, his essence fade and I felt it to my very core. Maybe because Kellen hadn’t marked me and the mating process wasn’t complete, was why my soul had not ripped in two. Maybe that was the reason I was still alive. But not for long, the air in this box was running out and my breaths had become shallow. How long had I been in here? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I had lost my mate before I even knew him, but that didn’t lessen the love I felt for him. All the hope I had, died that night. All that effort and planning for nothing; was wasted on a whim. The Moon Goddess had taken him from me just as fast as she had given him. I could never forgive her. I had been locked up in a small metal coffin-sized box. Jack had dragged me down here as soon as my father gave the command for Kellen to be whipped
Day 20 of The Games TALA Oliver had placed me in a warm bath and after checking to make sure I was ok, left me to wash the evidence of Jack’s horror off of me. I sat in the tub, after refilling the water twice, scrubbing my limbs free of the red stains that had coated my body. The bath helped to soothe my aches and shakes and after replaying what happened to Kellen and Jack over and over like the nightmare it was, I began to feel my mind calm and sense my wolf getting stronger. I hadn’t by any means, come to terms with the fact my mate had died at the hands of Vargr or that Jack almost raped me and of all people, it was Oliver who saved me. Oliver. He saved me. Without collecting his end of the bargain. I palmed my face, trying to wash away the everlasting tension that was still wracking my body. As much as I appreciate Oliver’s heroic rescue, I could help but wonder why? Why would Oliver save me? Maybe because he hadn’t collected his sacks of diamonds? That had to be it right beca
Day 20 of The Games still KELLEN *Kellen,* Lamia’s sweet voice filtered into my head an instant calmness settled over me and my wolf *Don’t you dare fucking die on me again!* The sweetness was now gone as she scolded me, but still, the tone of relief remained accompanied by her love. *I will try not to* I chuckled back through the mind-link she had established with me. I had almost forgotten that distance had no effect on our ability to connect and it had become much easier since receiving the mark of her Knight, along with being able to link the other three Knights. Again distance did not hinder us in any way, which was why I contacted Mike as soon as I knew the barriers were down and the inhibitor chip had been disengaged. I was still wondering how that had happened. *You died* Lamia replied, reading my thoughts *When your heart stopped, the chip deactivated. Kellen, I could feel your pain. I felt your heart stop* *I’m so sorry* I said, truly meaning it because I was sorry that
OLIVER They didn’t see me follow them. But that’s what I was good at. Sneaking, slipping into the shadows where the darkness supplied a blanket of cover. Hiding. They didn’t scent me. Jack's masking spray coming in handy once again. And they didn’t notice me, crouching on the roof when they left the guard's hut. Listening and watching. The young King had lived, and I really shouldn’t be surprised. With everything I have seen in this twisted world, a wolf such as Kellen coming back from the dead makes total sense, right? Part of me, my wolf, was disgusted that the gods had favored him and was disappointed that he wasn’t six feet under. The other part of me admired his strength. I envied what he had, that he grew up with loving parents, friends, and family, never having to struggle through life. I was born a rogue, my mother was killed by his father. Executed for being a rogue. So I was told by Silas. I wonder if Silas ever knew that I was his son, or if he chose to ignore it like I c