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

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

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

“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

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