***Bea's POV***A week had gone by so quickly. In that amount of time, I had made more friends and had familiarized myself with each daily task we attended after the morning training. The quarantine had been lifted, and we could now enjoy the chilliness of the white snow. It was cold and dry but somehow felt just right. Each day Connor taught us a different lesson, and in the evening, he and I would train an extra hour, which helped me master my abilities better. Freezing things at will turn out to be quite satisfying.However, today's training isn't something I'm looking forward to. We are currently standing on a platform—God knows how high from the ground—we listen to Connor instructing us first-time shifters. I'm mortified. We are supposed to jump and shift midair. The only problem here is I have never turned before.The new recruiters are to jump from this tower shift midair to patrol the skies while escorting
***Bea's POV*** It didn't take too long for Omar's butler to arrive with the change of clothes. Adrian dispersed everyone reminding us to attend our duties, me included. He didn't even spare me from them after suffering such traumatic experience. Amaya and I were responsible for preparing the guest room. She took the first floor on the west wing, and I took the second, which was Omar's floor. I left Omar's room for last in hopes I would have another chance to chat with him if I hung around long enough. Perhaps even have him be the messenger to deliver my word to my family. Barging with the butler, who oddly enough insisted not being one, I convinced him I would take Omar's luggage to what will be his quarters for the next two nights. I wobbled like a penguin, carrying the bags through the door. All the guest rooms had the same layout. There are king-sized beds across from the entrance, a sitting area to the left with a pair of velvet ro
***Bea's POV***Omar had been asleep for a little over forty minutes. Having him use me as a pillow made me feel like a cat owner. Once a kitten chooses its position to sleep on you, you are legally bound not to move till royal whiskers excellence does. So here am I, bored out of my mind, slowly counting the seconds as I get late for my next duty. We are supposed to meet with Connor and help set out the throne chambers, including setting up tables, guest names, floral arrangements, and other boring esthetic details. Just thinking of it made my eyes droopy.Someone burst the bedroom door open, shouting, "Omar, we got a problem." Slightly flustered at the abrupt intervention, I form a dozen ice daggers encircling the intruder as my head turns around. "Wow, cool!" He touches one of the floating object's sharp tips, "deadly too!" The butler raises his arms in surrender."Don't they teach you in the butler school how to knock before en
Talk about excitement, my life lately is full of it. Not only have I to worry about my flaws and conflicts, now I must keep an eye on the king and his oldest child. Yes, child because he can't be the better man and find a drop of compassion in his empty sexy body to be present when his father needs him. Thankfully, Maya and Connor cared for the sick soul enough to see him treated. This morning, Maya confirmed the King was feeling much better, but her heart is heavy about his counted days. The royal bloodline can resist consumption longer than anyone else, but eventually, everyone ends up the same way—disfigured birdlike creatures with a unique power related to the host’s abilities. Someone is behind this suffering, but who and why? How hurt must this person be that they find comfort in someone else's pain? Despite the king's relapse yesterday, the winter solstice gathering is still on. The palace is full of guests, the majority I don't recognize. Amaya an
By the time all the guests retrieved to their quarters, I was ready to drop dead in my bunker bed, but Amaya had other plans. As tradition demands after the royal ball, people attend a less formal evening celebration, meaning they hit the club and party all night long. Anyone is welcome to participate. “Amaya, I am too tired to go dancing. Go without me.” I sink my face on my pillow. “I don’t even have a dress.” In truthfulness, I did not want to bump into Omar or his girlfriend. My heart seems a bit confused lately. I felt being available meant solitude in a pack where everyone knows they are destined to find their other half. Here, however, people here are not meant for someone else. You can explore, date, and build relationships, not only to settle down but to satisfy carnal cravings, where it’s okay to experiment if you are safe. Everyone is a potential candidate. It’s overwhelming. “Unbelievable. This is the opportunity to build a relationship, and you w
***Bea's POV*** One moment I'm in Omar's car, battling the persistent nausea, the next under the warm water pouring from the showerhead, pinned between the glass panel and his scolding body, lost in the erotic rush of the hard kiss. I watch myself in his perspective as I push him away mischievously. My hands rub his member while I kneel. There are no words, just flowing lustful emotions. My mouth cups the top of his member while my eyes are set above. His sex hardens further with my hands’ twist motion and mouth pumps. Omar’s fingers comb my long black hair into a ponytail, gently preventing it from falling forwards as my thrust fastens. After a few deeper motions, his hips beg for something more. Assisting me up, I see myself turn around, arching my back, so my butt cheeks were pronounced towards him. From behind, Omar leans over, kissing my neck to shoulder line while caressing my breasts before standing up and positioning himself within me. Overw
***Adrian's POV***I drove us to town. Last night had been an eye-opener for both Bea and me. As she walked into Omar's empty bedroom, her disheartened face this morning revealed upsetting feelings within me I wasn't ready to admit. The possibility she was crushing on my lifelong rival triggered a sense of urgency. My prince charming status did not phase Bea like other girls. She doesn't care for status or money, she praises knowledge and honorable deeds, and honestly, I hadn't provided any. When she approached me in the cafeteria with a fresh start, I was over the moon. It was as if she could read my thoughts. However, I couldn't bring myself to be just friends when I wanted to make her be so much more.The town is all decked out for the human’s seasonal festivities. Stores put up their vitrine displays in red and green, while others opt for a more winter wonderland tone of whites and blues. Maya and I drive through town every year just to conte
Snow up to my calves, strong winds, distant screams, and growls led me to a burning village within the mountains. The retching smell of burning flesh made anyone's stomach twist. The further I stepped into the village, the more I noticed that it wasn't a regular settlement but a werewolf community, being slaughtered by darklings with no hope and quickly outnumbered as their kin turned into darklings—the werewolves fighting to exhaustion. A soft voice screaming for help comes from the town square but is silenced before I get there. I witness a male figure enclosing two smaller in its arms, burning in purple flames. The darklings circle me, bow, and extend their wings forwards, shaking their feathers. Then they all come to collide with my body, disappearing into me one by one, each carrying a different emotion—sadness, emptiness, loss, depression, despair, shame, and fear. Death will follow you wherever you go, but you mustn't give up. When the flame of life shines no more