Ezra followed us to Nymeria under the guise that we would need the additional vehicle now that my mother was joining us on the trip home, much to her dismay. My mother insisted that Seb ride with him so that she could get to know Elliot better, but he was having none of it. Elliot hopped into Ezra’s vehicle with earbuds in before my mother could get in a single word. She attempted to brush off the encounter, but I could feel the anger filling the vehicle. A small part of me wished that I could have ridden with Ezra. He was so easy to talk to and allowed me to be Lilly, a regular girl, not the Princess of Nymeria with a crazy mother. The ride was awkward to put it lightly. Sebastian rode in the front next to the driver and I, in the back with my mother. She typically wouldn’t have taken a car anywhere. Yet another thing that was beneath her. She’d take a Jet within Nymeria’s lands. I found sleep troubling. Each time I’d closed my eyes, I’d see Elliot in all his glory. The man w

“What are you doing in here?” Sebastian was sitting at the edge of my bed with his hands crossed waiting for me to return. “What is he doing in here?” Seb mumbled, standing quickly. “He is going to be my King. This is OUR room now.” “Why can’t he stay down the hall?” Seb whispered. “You think my mother is going to break tradition?!” “Can you two take your lover’s quarrel somewhere else?” Elliot stared at the two of us. “There is no argument, Seb, you need to leave.” “Lily, please. Don’t push me out. Not because of him,” Sebastian glared angrily towards Elliot, “Hear me out.” “I’m not pushing you out for anyone but your own actions, Seb. You should go.” Sebastian lingered, “I don’t want to leave things unspoken.” “She said to leave,” Elliot growled, his eyes growing dangerously black. Without another word, Sebastian stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind him. “Thank you for that, but I can handle myself.” Elliot stared at me for a moment before ret

The sound of the storm blaring through the speakers of her phone gave me a sense of peace. My mind has been swirling with turmoil and regret since agreeing to this stupid contract. Chaos was a real asshole. I was finally feeling something beyond the pain. Finding myself after years of depression and wallowing. “Don’t try to pin this all on me. Might I remind you my existence in this pathetic, Earthly realm is solely for you?” The voice in my mind reminded me as if I’d forget. I will never forget. That was the beauty of it. He numbed my mind for the most part, but the memories would always remain. The accident. The depression. And the loss. My mind is at its worst in the night, when the world is silent, my thoughts are loud. Nightmares plagued my once peaceful sleep and I quickly realized that a functioning adult doesn't actually need as much sleep as you think. CRACK The boom of thunder cracked loudly, and my gaze turned to Lilliana. She was sleeping so peacefully. A sm

“Who’s there?”  The crunching of the footsteps halts at the sound of my voice.  Pushing myself off the ground, I quickly blink away the tears that blur my vision, training my ears. Without my Lycan, I’ve got limited abilities. 

“If you could control yourself in the kitchen, this dress might look half decent,” my mother gritted out as she pulled the strings on my corset tighter. I ignored the dig, allowing the numb feeling of today to take over. She somehow possessed the ability to make me feel numb while simultaneously making me feel like a flaming piece of shit. As I mindlessly stared at myself in the mirror, my mother slowly stole my ability to breathe. Flashes in my mind take me back to the day that I was in this very same position. Three years ago. “Father, I can’t. How am I supposed to say goodbye?” I sobbed, collapsing to the floor. “Sweetheart, goodbyes are for those we will never see again. See you later is the better term. You will meet your brother in the afterlife. We must be as strong as we can right now. Dallas wouldn’t want us to crumble in his absence,” my father kneeled to my level, speaking softly as he grabbed my hands, "He will finally be free." “He was my best friend,” I snif