“So you are really leaving?” Mylie asks. “Yes, I am leaving. We all know that I don’t fit in here and I never have.” I reply. “Nes, you know that the kingdom loves you. Emeal doesn’t want you to leave and neither do I.” Mylie points out. I let out a sigh as I look at her. I know she is correct, but I need to leave. They were shocked when I told my father and mother I didn’t want the throne. Dad did tell me that he knew deep down that I didn’t want to be queen. Essex is a better ruler than I would have ever been. I never felt I fit into this world of royalty and high-status individuals. Essex might be my younger brother, but anyone that looks at him can tell that he was born to be king. His beloved Mylie is perfect for him. They found each other many years ago, considering she is the daughter of my father's second-in-command. Essex jumped up and ran to her the minute she walked into the dining room for breakfast after she had turned 21, and that was it. They have been
I can’t wait for this week to be over. I have been in Europe for four days and want to return home. Now I see why my great-great-grandfather moved his pack from Ireland to Louisiana. Don’t get me wrong, some parts of Europe are beautiful to visit, but I don’t think I will get that much time to play tourist. I have known the alpha’s of these two packs for years and are on good terms. It’s the she-wolves and female Lycans that are driving me crazy. They have thrown themselves at me since I stepped out of the car. I appreciate a beautiful woman, but hopping from bed to bed no longer appeals to me. I still have not found my mate. I know that it could take years to find her, and considering the life span of a Lycan is a thousand years, or more means that I have lots of time. We shift into our Lycans for the first time when we turn 16, but it’s not until we are 18 that we can find our mate. I turned 300 years old a few months ago, so after all these years and no luck, I wonder if
They are cleaning up the remnants of the attack as we pull in front of the pack house. I watch as Cahir and Riordan stand there waiting for us. I don’t see my parents, and a feeling of dread spreads threw me. I am out of the car before it comes to a complete stop. Kyran is not far behind me. “I wasn’t expecting you two for a few more hours. Before you ask, your parents are fine. Your father’s arm was broken during the attack, but should be healed by tomorrow. Your mother is fawning over him like he is dying and driving him nuts.” Riordan explains. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Kyran is laughing as they tell us about my mother. I am sure she is driving Dad up the fucking wall. I love my mother, but she can be overbearing, especially when someone is hurt. She isn’t going to let Dad out of her sight for a fucking week unless he hides in my office. I am glad to hear that he wasn’t seriously injured. I look around and notice that some warriors are pi
I returned to Taylania’s little cottage after staying with a friend in New Orleans for two days. I planned to visit her, but then those fucking rogues attacked the pack, which threw my original plans out the window. I had gotten back around noon but decided I needed a nap. All those bullshit wives' tales about vampires being unable to be out in the sun are crap. We can be out in the sun, and no garlic doesn’t affect us. I put that shit in just about everything I cook. I fucking love the taste of garlic. Wood can render us incapacitate, but it won’t kill us. It affects us like wolfsbane does wolves. The only way to kill a vampire is to remove our heads or hearts. Well, for most vampires, that holds. I am the rare exception. I let out a groan when I hear my phone start ringing. I finally slam my hand down on it and let out a hiss when I hear Taylania’s voice. All the bitch does is laugh at me as she tells me we are having dinner at the packhouse tonight. I grunt at her and
A groan escapes as a pair of small hands starts rubbing my shoulders. Her scent calms me, as does the massage. I lean back in my chair and rest my head against her. I smirk as I realize that my head rests against her perfect tits. Kynessie and I spent the last two days talking about everything that happened. I wasn’t sure she would accept this bond, but she has. I am taking it slow with her. I think it shocked all of us when she told us that she thought her beloved had died that night. Taylania confirmed that her blood and venom do run in our veins. My great-grandfather’s and her blood must have somehow mixed that night. Same with her venom. We know she didn’t bite him. Kynessie did tell us that she remembers bending over when my great-grandfather said something to her, and we thought that was when some of her venoms had dripped into his wound. It was enough to help him heal but not turn him, and it also made out bloodline immune to vampire venom. She is still hesitant ab
Taylania and I had just returned from our night out with other girlfriends when the rogues attacked. I agree with Tiernan. I think they are after something or someone, but from what I have learned, there isn’t anyone besides Tiernan’s family that would be of importance. They have to be either insane or stupid to want to kidnap any member of the royal lycan family. Something isn’t adding up. When the pack arrived, we quickly got shit under control. I heard Taylania scream, and when I looked over to see that fucking rogue aiming for Tiernan, I saw red. I knew what would happen before it did, and I also knew that I might die now, but with my ability, I knew I would be back soon. I sure as fuck wouldn’t let this fucking rogue kill Tiernan. I knew everyone would freak out about my death and subsequent return. The looks of horror and confusion were written on everyone's faces, minus Taylania’s. “What the fuck is the heart of darkness?” Kyran asks. “I can store my heart outside
I grab a cup of coffee and head towards the hospital. While I don’t feel the cold like others, it is unusually chilly this morning. I can see my breath. I am wearing a pair of cargo jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt. I also stole one of Tiernan's hoodies. I probably look ridiculous since it is long enough to be a dress on me, but I don’t care. It is warm and smells so fucking good. I nod at a few pack members. Everyone has been friendly to me. A few girls in the pack have thrown a few jealous glares at me, but they haven’t tried anything. I know they want to challenge me, but they won’t. Ever since that first time I joined them for training and put a few of the best fighters on their asses, I decided to talk shit; no one has stepped up to challenge me. I still train with them, which I think Tiernan likes. I open the door to the hospital to find Jesse. He is one of the nurses. I smile at him as I walk toward her room. “Has she woken up?” I ask. “I just got here, so I
Kynessie is sleeping peacefully beside me. I am more than aware I am being a creeper, but when Riordan linked Dad and me and told us that Esus had taken control of Kyran and was challenging my little darkling, I lost my shit. I imagined the worst, and I could only stop and stare when I arrived on the scene. Kynessie was holding Esus back using the shadows while he was using all his strength to get free. I knew something was wrong with Esus when he looked at me, and his eyes looked glazed over, but that didn’t matter then. All I could focus on was my mate standing with her glowing reddish-purple eyes and darkness around her. Seeing her like that scared the shit out of me but also turned me on at the same time. I know that is weird, but it is what it is. I had no choice but to use my alpha voice and order Esus to give Kyran back control. Thankfully that worked, and things calmed the hell down. That was until I saw Kynessie sway and knew she was moments away from passing out. I