‘MATE,’ Prince Deacon felt ripping through him. Zara felt it as well and smiled sweetly. “What is that?” Zara asked, pretending not to know. “That, my dear, is the mating bond,” Prince Deacon said, and pulled her aside. Queen Lana stood up. “He has chosen one.” King Makens and Queen Lana walked over to Prince Deacon. “I have mated again, but I am still mated to Emily,” he said, confused, as he knew that you cannot mate with more than one person at the same time. “I wonder how come?” King Makens asked, confused, looking at the girl and then his wife. King Makens saw what his wife has done but does not object. “There must be some deeper meaning to it. I will look into it,” King Makens said. “I suggest the two of you get married tonight and claim each other right away,” Queen Lana said. “You know I cannot claim another mate since I already claimed Emily,” Prince Deacon said, regretting the words, as he knew what his mother will suggest next. “Don’t you worry about her, we will

“What do you think you are doing? Keep silent! This must be hard enough for them with us watching them,” the pack Beta, Oslan, said, forcing Prince Mano out of the room. Prince Mano had ginger red hair that went well with his hot-tempered personality, but his sky-blue eyes revealed more often than not that there was some calm inside of him that helped him keep a level head, but not tonight. “She is my mate!” Prince Mano protested once outside the room with the door shut behind them. Prince Mano mind linked his parents, begging them to stop this. His parents went over right away and were greeted with a pinned-down Prince Mano by the pack beta, Oslan. Oslan’s jet-black hair was always neatly styled, revealing that he was a perfectionist. His azure blue eyes, deep and mysterious as the secrets he kept. Prince Mano was built like a warrior, just like the rest of his brothers, but beta Oslan’s strength was no match for him as all the men in the pack trained hard five times a week. No ex

“The vampires can only feed off a human every two to three days and even though they only need to feed every three days or so, some of them like to overindulge, to have optimal strength, to match that of the other species, especially the lycan’ strength,” Madie informed as they entered the Sunroom. “I have so much to learn,” Zara said, walking over to the lycan royal table. “Enjoy your breakfast,” Madie said before leaving to join her own friends. ‘You look breathtaking,’ Prince Mano mind linked her privately. “Thank you,” Zara said out loud. “Thank you for what?” Queen Lana asked, dapping her mouth with a napkin. ‘Did I just say that out loud?’ Zara asked herself. ‘You sure did,’ Prince Mano mind linked her with a little chuckle. “For inviting me to sit with you for breakfast,” Zara promptly said to rectify her gaffe. An omega of the pack stood closer and pulled out a chair for Zara before she could herself. “Thank you,” Zara said, sitting down. “At least this one is bette

‘Did she come outside again?’ Prince Deacon wondered at the stronger scent, not knowing yet that Emily and her family stay in the next house and did not notice her and her father walking to their house when her father finished work for the day. After the cab drove off with Deserey and Benjamin, Wynn walked out of sight and sped off to go and see if any furniture pieces survived. Prince Deacon stood on the porch of his mansion, enjoying Emily’s lingering scent until he notices Wynn coming back thirty minutes later with a bed. After another few trips, Prince Deacon’s mansion looked more like home. “I need to replenish,” Wynn says, crashing on one of the living room chairs. “Well, I am not stopping you,” Prince Deacon said, taking a seat across from him. “See you before sunrise,” Wynn said before speeding off to find himself a human to drink blood from. Prince Deacon went to the master bedroom and laid down on the bed with only a mattress as Wynn didn’t bring any bed sheets. Not th

“The money must have gone to your daughter's head, Alfred. Don’t think I did not see you encouraging her to steal Lord Deacon away from my Freda,” Princess Bently said before taking a sip of her tea. Alfred wanted to walk Emily over to their mansion next door, but before he could leave, Princess Bently stopped him. “Alfred, my tea is cold.” “I will get hot water and a fresh cup,” Alfred said, walking over and taking the delegate floral print teacup and saucer off the table. “Princess Freda, a fresh cup for you?” Alfred asked, walking around. “Please,” Princess Freda said, putting her cup down. “You will talk to Emily and tell her to stand down? Eliot is such a nice man. Surely he will make a fine son-in-law,” Prince Bently advised. “He did not even know she exist until I received the money for Emily’s hand,” Alfred objected. “True, but even after getting a large sum the day before yesterday, he still called on her this morning,” Princess Freda said. ‘I will be damn if I am goin