Alexander
My life had been a series of unfortunate events from a young age. I had always been a disappointment to my father who had hoped that that I would take after his own desire to lead. Although the Kingship was never my birth right. As a second son, I could lead my brothers’ armies. Defend the castle and keep our people safe. But I should never have been the one to rule over them.
Much to his bitter disappointment, I was more attuned to my mother’s more delicate simplicities. I wanted travel the world and see the things that most only read about in story books. My greatest desire to was to see the west indies and even brave the vast oceans between England and the new world.
At the age of thirteen, my father granted me one of my dreams. He allowed me to travel abroad, although not for the reasons I had envisaged. He has decided that it was high time to make me a man.
Being sent to Prussia to join
Alexander “Alexander, you need to make a decision on this. It cannot be put off any longer.” My beta huffed out in agitation. I knew I had been as difficult as I could reasonably be on the matter of my marriage. But the fact of the matter was I simply wasn’t ready. “You can tell the council that they can shove their marriage proposition somewhere the s…” “You know very well that will get you nowhere Alex.” He cut in. “They want answers. Your people need and heir, and you are not getting any younger.” He spoke bluntly. Arthur and I had been friends far too long for him to stand on ceremony around me. We spoke openly, if not respectfully. I trusted him more than any other person on this planet. We had been my best friend since childhood. Him along with a small ground of others of our age had wreaked havoc around the castle in the time long before all of this madness ever seemed to be a possibility. He ha
Alexander had been in a particularly dark mood since our drunken exchange. He woke long before the dawn and came to sleep long past nightfall. I was beginning to suspect he was avoiding me on purpose. Though for the life of me I could not work out as to why. The answer came in the form of Alexander himself on a cold and wet afternoon. Lucille and I had not been able to escape for our usual jaunt around the castle, as the rain had been torrential all day. Dark clouds filled the sky casting everything into a depressing gloom. It was the type of weather that got into everything. The very clothes I stood up in felt damp and heavy. The castle was even colder than usual, and the walls slick with condensation. Every fire burnt strong and bright in my chambers. My ladies sitting about the main living room hearth chatting and keeping warm. I on the other hand felt much like the weather, gloomy and depressed. He burst through the chamber doors startling everyon
“You made a mistake in shutting me out Rosalie.” My wolf’s voice echoed through my mind. It was a strange sensation, like being in a large cave, the noise bouncing off of every wall and echoing in every crevice. “I know. I’m sorry, but I was scared. I didn’t know what else to do.” It was the truth. I was eighteen, and I had killed someone. I hated that part of myself. It had been my most deep and darkest secret for ten years now. I had never told anyone what had happened that night. The guilt had eaten me alive for so long, until I found a way to deal with the grief of what I had done. I had told myself that if it wasn’t him, it would have been me. He had no intention of keeping me alive that night. “You could have talked to me Rosalie. I would have helped you.” My wolf seemed sad. Perhaps she was. Afterall, we should have been one, I was supposed to trust her more than any other being. She was me and I was her. “You have helped me. You have been a voice of r
I look at Alexander like he had just grown a second head. “No, you are wrong. If I were an assassin, then I would have known about it.” It sounded like I was more trying to convince myself than him. “Not necessarily.” Alexander drew a weary hand across his face before standing back up to his full height, pulling me with him. He walked us over the fire side and sat me down next to him. “They are ancient, Selene’s own children. They have been forced to do her bidding for millennia. Once every few generations a white wolf might pop up. If anyone finds out what you are Rosalie…. Goddess it doesn’t bare thinking about.” His hands continue to run through his hair, making it stick out in all directions. “No one can know about this. Do you hear me? No one.” His words were forceful and direct. I nod in agreement. Although I still felt confused, and a little shell shocked from finding out that I was not just any werewolf. But I an assassin that the goddess had sent to
My afternoon with Alexander had left me shaken. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his confession. A part of me understood his admittance of not being able to give me his heart. After all, I didn’t love him, if anything I hated him. I was trying my best to get away from him. The mate bond would only go so far before real feelings have to come into the situation. The bond planted the seeds of emotion into your soul, how deep that connection grew was up to you and the one you were destined for. For most, the pull of the bond was irresistible. But for some, like us, the pull was only too easy to resist. For Alexander, he had built up a wall that was much too high to scale since his family’s death. For me, it was more the way Alexander was that made me question our compatibility. That, and the fact I was not meant to live in this time. I had a home, a family and even a man waiting for me back home. There was nothing about Alexander’s world that drew me to stay. My doub
I waited, what felt like an eternity until the sun finally disappeared past the horizon. And then waited some more until the crescent moon was high in the sky casting the world into a gloomy haze below it. The rain had stopped, which I was thankful for. But I knew that the trek to the stones would be long and cold and muddy underfoot. I had spent the rest of the afternoon preparing myself for my journey. Gathering together some small measure of food, and warm clothes. I knew the distance was not far, but I also knew that the landscape would be somewhat different since I left my own time. For most of the journey that I had first taken to castle black all those weeks ago, I only remembered the general direction we took, the finer details like memorising landmarks and knowing which path we took were nothing but a blur. It was going to take time to find the stones. I was thankful that Alexander had chosen tonight to not come back to the room at all. I was careful to hide
I woke up in a dark dingy room. The smell of decay and dirt all around me. I was sat in what I could only imagine to be a bog. My cell was little more than a hole in the ground, with bars above me to prevent me from getting out and little to stop the rain from falling in. The ground was so wet, that it had formed a mud bath beneath me. Mud had worked its way everywhere. It clung to my skin and under my nails. Much to my delight, it was once again raining. I was soaked through and freezing cold. Pulling my winter cloak around me tighter, I tried and failed to try and find some sense of warmth to stop my teeth from chattering, but there was none to be found. It was still night, the dark sky visible above me, with the small shimmering signs of stars still clear to be seen. Standing from my seated position, I drew myself up and tried to look out through the bars and work out where I was. The bars were too high above me for me to reach and pull myse
Alexander She was gone. She was really gone. I didn’t believe it when Arthur appeared in my study panting, and with a wild look in his eyes. The first sign something was not right was the unconscious guard sprawled out across the back entrance to the kitchens. But when Lucille discovered that Rosalie was not in her bedchamber, or even out on the terrace, she went directly to Arthur to confirm what she had suspected in her own heart, that Rosalie had run away in the night. A thorough search of the castle and grounds confirmed that she was in fact gone. And what’s worse is that no one had any idea of where she may have disappeared too. Even Lucille, who had been her constant companion for the last fortnight, had no idea that she planned to run away. She hadn’t even managed to get any of her back story out of her. No one knew where Rosalie had come from, or even who her people were