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,
“Unfortunately for you, no; he had nothing to do with it. I don’t remember anything,” Emily says. “I thought you want to kill him, but it sounds more like you are trying to protect him,” Prince Andre said, evil lined his tone. “If I lie and say he turned me, will that give him a painful death?” Emily asked, hoping it will. “No, much worst, well worst for someone like him,” Prince Andre said, smiling. “Tell me,” Emily tried to compel it out of him. “Are you trying to compel me?” Prince Andre asked, laughing. “What if I was? Why is it not working?” Emily asked, confused. “Because of this.” Prince Andre showed her a vile tied to a string that was hanging around his neck. “But you smell very much dead and made vampires can not compel another vampire.” “What is it?” Emily asked, interested. “Shaman mix. With the right hymn it sets you free from any compelling. Whoever turned you obviously did not take the time to teach you. But not a problem. We will just get a human to drink from
Emily carefully listened from the room that prince Deacon had turned into a wardrobe for her, where she has been hiding for the past hour. ‘Sound like the coast is clear,’ she thought before peeking out of the room and slipping into prince Deacon’s room, quietly closing the door behind her, not making a sound. Emily could smell the blood from the birth but it did not entice her as she could smell that it was lined with lycan blood. She speed over to where prince Deacon was passed out drunk and lay next to him on the bed, pulling the thick bed curtains close. ‘How to kill you? Killing you in your sleep is way too easy,’ Emily thought, stroking his face. Emily heard the bedroom door open and listened, hoping to not get discovered. “Zara, an hour has passed,” she heard someone whisper. “It feels like ten minutes,” Zara said, sitting up, taking her daughter from the maid, looking over at prince Deacon’s bed, noticing that he pulled his curtains shut. “Please run me a bath so that I c
Soon Prince Deacon’s room was filled with royals including his parents. “Mano, pull yourself together,” King Makens demanded, wondering what everyone must be thinking; Mano crying over Zara and Deacon not. “We are not fools, leave the man, he just lost his mate,” Prince Andre said, making clear he knew the truth and now everyone else that did not know, knew. “Get out!” Prince Duncan demanded again, wishing the heartache of a lost claimed fated mate on no one. “Do you think a vampire did this?” King Makens asked. “Perhaps drank her to death and sealed the wounds up and left her for dead? That will explain the blood in the water,” Prince Deacon suggested. “Then we will have a dead vampire as she shifted into her wolf form nine months ago,” Prince Mano said, getting off the bed. “I guess then you are right, the child is yours,” Prince Deacon said, not sure why he felt as if he just lost something. “What are you talking about?” Prince Mano asked. “When are you going to start takin
For the rest of the day, they tracked Emily’s scent but when nighttime came Wynn was about to shift so that he can use his vampire speed when prince Deacon mind linked him. ‘Time to head back to the castle, they found her but not the baby.’ ‘I cannot go back. Tell my sister to take care of herself,’ Wynn mind linked before running off, thinking it was best to lay low as he didn't know if the higher council knew that he was the one that turned Emily into a vampire. Shysie was getting anxious about her brother being gone so long and walked up and down in her room. “Will you please relax, you are making me on edge,” Paris said, watching Shysie go off her head with worry. “What if Emily goes after him and kills him to punish me for what I did,” Shysie asked, panicked and filled with fear for her brother’s life. “It is clear that she blames prince Deacon for what happened to her and not you,” Parris tried to calm her down. “I killed her whole family,” Shysie reminded him. “He has pri