"I should be in that council chamber as well," Visenya huffed, slumping onto the bed. "Clearly, they're discussing me.""You don’t know that," Sarai countered."Oh, please, mother," Visenya retorted. "What else could they possibly be talking about? I'm sure father is in there right now, telling Luci
Lucian's perplexity deepened as he looked upon the Lycan King. "But the mages were known for their vile deeds, committing heinous acts and engaging in human sacrifice.""Were they truly so wicked?" Ezra raised. "Or is that what they wanted us all to believe?""Are you telling me that the council int
Visenya sat gracefully upon the soft, green expanse, her eyes radiating a serene beauty that mirrored the tranquility of the meadows around her. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on the scene, while a gentle breeze caressed the grass, carrying the joyful whispers of nature. Visenya's eyes
They settled by a picturesque pond, its surface adorned with gracefully swimming ducks. Finding a comfortable spot on some nearby rocks, they sat down, basking in the serenity of the surrounding view. Lucian affectionately cozied up to Visenya, wrapping his arm around her as they exchanged a tender
A soft smile graced her lips as she replied, "I know. You've undoubtedly proven that.""And I will continue to do so until I take my last dying breath," he declared.They shared a sweet, sentimental kiss, their hearts intertwining as Visenya rested her head against his chest, feeling right at home t
In King Ezra's Council chamber, a palpable haze of anticipation hung in the air, casting a sense of unease over its occupants. Lucian took his seat next to his father, with Visenya by his side, her presence providing a calm reassurance amidst the mounting tension. At the head of the table, Ezra and
"Yes, an alternate timeline," Lucian confirmed. "My mate and I have traveled back in time from a reality that is vastly different from this one. In that reality, Ezra wiped out my entire clan upon discovering that his daughter was my mate. However, I managed to survive."Lazarus's brows furrowed as
Time flowed gracefully, moving along like a tranquil river, as the seasons came and went, delicately painting their secret spot in the meadow with vivid hues of yesterday's dreams. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into a distant memory. Their sacred meadow was now bathed in the