IMEELA Being rulers was not all that it was cracked up to be. Many people thought that the title of King or Queen would be cool to have, but they had probably never considered all that it entailed. Our roles required us to transverse the precarious minefield of politics. It required balancing cause and effect, what our people needed versus what they wanted, and the short-term impact versus long-term impact of everything. We had a rough time in the beginning because we had to establish ourselves and fight against the assholes who shared Andrei’s ideals. However, we never let that phase us. There was still a long way to go, but I felt that we were doing a decent job. The King and Queen were the figureheads and faces of the Precoza coven. However, we had a very collaborative team that made everything possible. Jackson and I headed to our office outside of the courtroom. Today would be a long ass day because it was one of the scheduled court days. There would be cases presented that ne

JACKSON Aldan, Alpha of the Silver Creek pack, was someone that we had all dealt with over the years. I would not say that I was as close to him as Dante or Kade were because they had more direct contact with him than I did. We all knew the origin of how their fates had become entwined. Aldan’s wolf, Grant, was originally the wolf counterpart of the Alpha heir in Elle’s original pack. He was a sadistic piece of shit. Turned out that the Goddess fated Elle and the piece of shit together, but it was simply to set things in motion that brought Coverstone Council in and made it possible to protect all of the innocents of that pack. He rejected Elle, which in turn hurt his wolf. Grant chose to die to punish the piece of shit for everything he had done to Elle and others. Elle, however, asked the Goddess to give Grant a second chance with a powerful future Alpha so that he could have the life he was destined to. That way, he could also have a mate like he deserved. The mate bit was why

IMEELA This was not our first rodeo or even twentieth. There was a method to the madness. First, our adorable Hellhounds would flash around the room, collecting the innocents and moving them into a safe space. A couple of our guards would protect them at all costs. Second, we would disarm and apprehend the assholes. They would be brought to submission one way or another. Our people were more than happy to force that submission painfully if need be. Third, they would be taken to Carceris Doloris and booked. That included a very painful booking process that stripped them of all connections from the outside world while they were being detained for trial. The room had erupted in chaos, but we did not have to worry about anyone trying to escape because we had a perimeter blocker in place. It worked just like Brynn’s tether did to Loki back in the day. It made it so that he could not escape that room. They could not escape here even if it was through a gift or portal. Jackson and I wor

IMEELA I had been filled in on what we had missed at Nightshade when we went to capture Cezar, and it was rough. Ziyah had previously had a vision where a woman was strung up and held prisoner. It was narrowed down to either Brynn or Elle since the asshole wanted the complaints against him erased from the Supernatural Council’s database. While we were gone, she had another vision that showed Elle being that woman. However, the Goddess of Fate showed her how to save Elle. It was to glamour herself as Elle and fall into the trap they had set. Apparently, the torture would kill a wolf but not Fae. Being shot by Cezar actually gave me a great idea for additional protection. Implanting capsules of my blood that would break apart if it was necessary. Precoza blood was far more potent than typical vampire blood. This could provide her with an extra layer of security. My idea was ran by Nightshade’s Gabriel who was the lead inventor of their weapon’s division. He had created similar ideas

IMEELAWe had been worried about getting pregnant after we lost our angel because we carried around so much guilt over it. We were afraid of something happening all over again that would take away another child. The guilt drowned us for quite some time.Cyrus had been a blessing in disguise because he made us realize that we had allowed that fear and guilt to rule our lives and take away the joys of expanding our family. We decided that we would never allow the what-ifs to dictate our lives ever again because the truth of the matter was that they would always be there. A million different threats could loom over us at any given time. We could not live underneath that crushing weight.I was completely taken aback when the bloodwork showed that I was pregnant. It should not have been possible with how young Cyrus was. Vampire pregnancies were spaced further apart with each time. That was just how our species worked.Cali was with me earlier and let me in on a little fun fact. Precozas di