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
Wynn jumped up and, in a split second, was on top of Emily, pinning her down. “Promise you will obey me.” Emily hizzed and struggled against him, crazy with blood lust and resentment for what he turned her into. “Promise me and I will make things better,” Wynn repeated himself, but she was beyond reasoning. Wynn knew that he had to get her to promise so that if she does not obey him, her skin will boil until she obeyed; a vampire promise was what kept them in check. No one really knew how it worked, but some believe that it started millions of years ago when vampires were born and not made. After two days of holding Emily down, she finally agreed. “I promise to obey you.” “You are not to attack me. You are not to leave this room. You are not to lure anyone into this room. Actually, you are not allowed to lure anyone, period,” Wynn ordered her. The moment Emily’s arms and legs were untied, she jumped on top of Wynn, trying to attack him. Emily screamed in pain as her skin boiled a
Wynn wrote a note to Princess Freda and Prince Deacon to let them know where he left Emily and that he will try to find them by tracking their scent so that they will know in what direction he was going. When Wynn arrived in the third town from Princess Freda’s mansion he stopped at a lodging house that offered bed-and-breakfast and booked himself in just so that he can have some food, forgetting what food even tasted like after a whole month of feeding on only humans. Wynn waited patiently for his breakfast to arrive in his room and when it did arrive, he was glad to find that he still prefer food over human blood. He was halfway through his breakfast when there was a knock on his room door again. “Go away, I am not done yet,” Wynn said, with a mouth full of food. “Father,” he recognized Princess Freda’s voice and immediately sped over to the door and opened it. “Prince Ra?” were his first words. “Hello papa,” Princess Freda said with a smile walking into the room. “Hello Wynn,