Princess Freda does not know how long she has been sleeping but was woken up when two women whom she recognized from the night Prince Adio tried to claim her walked into her room. “I am Chione, a wife of Prince Ra,” a beautiful woman, her skin the color of cinnamon, her eyes hickory brown and sharp at the edges, her hair long and light brown, her voice smooth like honey. “I am Sanura, also a wife of Prince Ra,” as beautiful as Choine's her skin light tortilla brown, her hair mocha brown, her eyes golden brown like gemstones, her voice airy.” “I recognize you. Were you not the wives of Prince Adio? I didn’t know the wives get past on to the next in line?” Princess Freda asked, shocked that Prince Ra, her prince, her fated mate, would take his father's wives. “That is correct, but before we belonged to Prince Adio, we belonged to Prince Ra first,” Sanura said, a smile on her face. “I am not sure I understand,” Princess Freda said. “First, let us start getting you ready,” Choine sai
Instead of taking Princess Freda to Prince Ra’s room, she took her to her own room. “I see he is not here yet, but make yourself comfortable. I am sure he will be here shortly.” Nura closed the door behind her, locking Princess Freda inside before walking over to Prince Ra’s room. “I regret to inform you that Freda had no interest in coming to your room,” Nura said, walking into Prince Ra’s room, and closing the door. “Then I will go to her,” Prince Ra stood up. “If I can give advice from a woman, let her come on her own terms. It will be much more rewarding,” Nura said, putting palms on his bare chest; Prince Ra wearing only a haram pants and an open dress shirt. Prince Ra swept Nura up and took her to his bed and while he made love to her, he mind links princess Freda so that she could feel his pleasure and hear Nura’s screams filled with pleasure. After half an hour of her mind being r*ped by the screams and sight of Nura, Princess Freda finally managed to block prince Ra out.
Princess Freda opened her door and pulled the guard in, overpowering him, sinking her teeth into his neck all while he struggled and screamed for help. After a minute he calmed down, giving in to the intoxication. Princess Freda could feel his pulse slowing down and it brought her back to reality, pulling away from the guard. “What have I done?” “You should let him drink your blood, it will help him recover,” Princess Freda heard a familiar voice and looked up at Zuberi. Princess Freda didn’t hesitate and bite opened her wrist and put it to the guard's mouth, but he was not responding. Zuberi kneeled down next to them and forced Princess Freda’s wrist into the guard's mouth. “Drink,” she compelled him and Princess Freda felt him sucking. “That is enough, stop,” Zuberi compelled the guard again. “Leave us,” Zuberi ordered, and the guard took his place outside the room, blood all over his clothes. “I was so hungry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Princess Freda said, looking at her night
For the next month, Prince Ra visited Princess Freda every night, having dinner with her in silence, listening to her talking about whatever came to her mind, refusing to respond. After dinner, he will take out his sexual frustrations on one of his wives, every single one of them not complaining. One evening, on his way back to his room, Zuberi intersected him. “How long is this going to carry on?” “As long as it takes,” Prince Ra said, trying to brush her off. “You know there is an easy solution to make her accept your marriage terms,” Zuberi said. “What are you talking about?” Prince Ra asked, turning to face her. Zuberi pointed at the scar in her neck. “Your real father gave me this the day he claimed me as his forever mate. Since the both of you are hybrids of the same species, by marking each other she will forget all about marriage and go to your bed without objection.” “Really?” Prince Ra asked, curious. “I promise,” Zuberi said, not telling him that by claiming her he wi
Egypt. All six of Prince Ra’s wives arrived at Princess Freda’s room to get her ready for the wedding and when they noticed that she was not there, they all feared for their lives. “He will blame us. He is going to kill all of us,” Nashwa cried out in panic. “One of us needs to go tell him,” Zahra said, filled with fear. “Send the guard because I think the messenger is going to get killed,” Sanura said, trying not to show her fear. Zuberi heard that Princess Freda agreed to marry Prince Ra and thought that they have claimed each other, but when she entered Prince Ra’s room and saw no mark between his collarbone and neck, disappointment filled her. “Why didn’t you let her mark you back?” Zuberi asked, adjusting his dress shirt. “We didn’t get around to it. It wasn’t needed to claim each other after all, but we will get to that later today, after the wedding or perhaps during the wedding,” Prince Ra said, happiness radiating off him. ‘That is a relief,’ Zuberi thought, but her th
After a two-day journey, they arrive outside the council. “It is time that I accept the burden that chance has seen fit to lay on me,” Prince Deacon said out loud, taking a deep breath. “Came for the birth of your child?” Prince Andre, the were-owl asked, startling princess Freda. “Stop wasting my time and let us in,” Prince Deacon demanded. “You brought a little peace offering? She smells supernatural, but I can't place her,” Prince Andre said, circling around princess Freda. “She is a lycan hybrid,” Prince Deacon said. “I can smell the wolf on her, but she does not smell half-dead to me,” Prince Andre took a deep sniff of her hair. “Princess Freda, meet prince Andre. In case you are wondering; yes he is always this creepy,” Prince Deacon mocked. “Princess? Interesting.” Prince Andre took a piece of her hair and turned it around his fingers. “If you touch her again, it will be the last time,” Prince Ra jumped out of nowhere. “Prince Ra, what brings you to the council?” Princ
Shysie walked right up to prince Deacon and whispered into his ear. “It was King Torvald that compelled me, helping your parents.” “I thought you could not remember who compelled you?” Prince Deacon asked, shocked, in a hushed tone. “Pick their minds and you will find the truth,” Shysie said before walking off. Prince Deacon looked over at where his parents were talking to princess Freda and prince Ra. “Prince Ra will you be un-mating with Princess Freda? You know we are short princesses, especially ones with a supernatural bloodline,” Queen Lana asked. “I have five compliant wives that will be more than willing to call the council their new home and make any man that chooses to be their husband, happy,” Prince Ra offered up his wives, no longer wanting any other woman but princess Freda. “Perhaps it did work after all,” Queen Lana said, pointing at princess Freda’s neck before walking off. “Excuse me, I am retiring for the night,” she said, exhausted. “Son, see to it that they
Prince Ra positioned himself and slowly entered her, feeling the pain he was inflicting on her, but at the same time, he could feel that she wanted it. Prince Ra opened his eyes and found princess Freda’s eyes open and on him and for the rest of the lovemaking, they kept their eyes on each other, savoring every moment. The next morning. ‘Are you awake? Tell my brother you will have breakfast in the room and as soon as he has left go to my room, I will meet you there, we are leaving soon,’ Prince Mano mind linked Zara. ‘I don’t think I have much of a choice where I am going to have my breakfast,’ Zara mind linked him back, looking at her wrist tied to one of the pillars of the four-poster bed, showing Prince Mano what she was looking at. ‘That b*st*rd!’ Prince Mano thought. “I will have breakfast sent to you,” Prince Deacon said before walking to his bedroom door, dressed and ready for the day. “What if I need the bathroom?” Zara protested. “I will tell a maid to bring you a pot