Keira's PovI would like to keep my family away from him and his brothers as possible. They cannot be looking for my family out of concern. "We want to get rid of our wicked queen." He informs. "Her father will not be happy about it, of course. What do you think he will do once he learns that you're our mate?"My entire body shivers with apprehension. News of my true identity will spread like wildfire. Which means that soon people of Silverthorn will be talking about me being the mate of the angel kings. If any harm befalls queen Lyna her father may go after my family. My mother disowned me after I failed to phase on my eighteen birthday. So it's just my father that I have to worry about. He is the pack's gamma, but not even he can fight the alpha and all his men. He needs my protection."I am offering to send men to Silverthorn to escort your family to a safer pack. They can be hosted by one of our allies if you do not want them to come here." Angel Garren offers. I wonder what h
Keira's PovI hand Margaret my bunch of colourful flowers after picking them from the lush gardens outside of the main palace. She has a special dinner prepared for her and her loving mate, and wanted the most attractive flowers to decorate the table. "Michael was given his own quarters within the main palace after being appointed the secretary of the king's council. He asked me to move in with him." Margaret reveals as she mixes the flowers, throwing away those that doesn't fit the bunch. I can't help feeling jealous. Everything went so smooth for her. Her handsome mate accepted her like he was always in love with her. All that mattered to him is that she is a good person.I was paired with three arrogant angel kings who resented me up until now that the princess they chose turned out to be a wicked moron. All they care about is who can use the dreamstone."You and your new friend should come eat with us. I prepared enough food." Margaret offers. I would be excited if she doesn't
Keira's PovSounds like they got a lot of help to trade with my compliance. In the end I may have no freedom at all. "What is it do you think I need?" I ask the angel pinning me against the wall. "You made a wish to win the knight tournament, but you didn't wish on how it should happen." He points. "You could be the last standing critically injured winner." He adds. "You're worried that I won't survive long enough to make wishes for you?" I snort. "We may have been mean to you before, which was a mistake. But now you mean everything to us." He replies in an emotional tone."I mean something to you because you need me to make the wish for you." I point. "Not that I expect more. But we are done once I make that wish for you." I add in a firm voice. I cannot see his reaction in the darkness, but he should be fine with it since they are getting what they want. "You want to walk away after becoming our queen?" He questions, his grip on my hand tightening. "Yes." I answer. "The vows
Keira's PovMargret stands at my doorstep holding yet another plate of aromatic breakfast. Her fellow servant, an aging man probably in his late sixties, carries a golden bow adorned with beautiful engravings and filled with the most luscious fruits."Compliments the kings." The old man announces while holding out the golden bow. "You're to keep the bow as well." He adds with the sweetest of smiles.I already told the kings, or at least one of them, that I do not desire any more of their favours. Yet here are more of their gifts. Guess they are extremely desperate for that wish to be made. It would be rude to send the old man back with the gifts. I am not arrogant as those that sent him.I open the door wide for the man and Margaret to enter. They walk in and place the food and fruits on the small table by my bed. "Thank you." I say and the old man surprisingly bows before leaving. Margaret remains."You still think they do not love you?" She questions. "Michael is much closer to th
Angel ConradThe arena is filled to the brim. Thousands upon thousands have traveled from far and wide to witness the finest of warriors square it out. Our repulsive queen and our cousin, Doria, sits beside us in the royal porch. All other foreign royals sits behind us. I had thought that our stupid queen would realise that this is the perfect opportunity to steal the dreamstone. She already has the keys to our dead mother's chambers and the main palace is almost deserted. She could be stealing the stone while everyone watches the match.But maybe the match is much more important to her. She looks exceedingly jolly despite the humiliation she endured in this same arena two days ago. She repeatedly stands to dance before the multitudes in support of Rumulus. "Show your queen your love for Rumulus!" She shouts to the crowds and the spectators cheer her in jubilation. "Victory is for the Queen's warrior! Victory is for the queen's warrior!" The mob chant. Henry stands and a hush fal
"Let's go congratulate our beautiful victor. A passionate hug will do us no harm." Garren suggest, already moving forward towards the arena. We all follow and the loud cheers of celebration recedes to hushed whispers. By now everyone now's that she is out mate, and our queen just revealed to everyone that the fallen warrior was her mate. There is a lot for people to talk about. Glad we didn't interfere directly with the duel. Our mate just proved to everyone just how smart and incredibly talented she is. Her innocent eyes turn to stare at us as we enter the arena. She doesn't seem annoyed by our presence her joyous smile doesn't falter. I can hear the footsteps of many foreign royals behind us as we stride towards her. But the sound of a loud, petrifying scream makes us halt in our steps. The unmistakable wails of a woman fill the air as we all stop to find to the source. "The screams are coming from the big palace." One of the foreign Royals states what is already obvious to eve
Queen Lyna's PovI feel completely lonely for the first time. My mind and heart hurts with the pain of losing my mate. My favourite servant also burned to death trying to steal Dreamstone for me. I am glad Rumulus had advised me to send someone else so that my absence in the arena wouldn't cause suspicion. I was lucky not to be the one that burned like that. Helen's burned body looked so ugly. The pain of the fire must have been excruciating since her desperate screams reached the ears of everyone in the arena. I don't know how to carry on alone, without the support of my mate or Helen. Yet I would rather die than watch Keira marry the angel Kings. She will have everything I have ever desired and more. They will love her for real. I can no longer take comfort in the vows they made. Rumulus did tell me that the power our blood promise would fade away as soon as they make another promise to their true mate. No doubt they will send me away like a dog as soon as it happens. Maybe I s
Margaret walks in and sets down a shimmering blue dress and a matching necklace on the bed next to me. "Another gift from your loving mates. They want your beauty to shine in tonight's feast just like your courage shone in the battlefield," she excitedly reports. The ornate dress and the necklace have more diamonds than any of the outfits I have seen queen Lyna wearing. Hopefully it's not hers. She wouldn't hesitate to say so during the feast if she will be there. She lost her favourite servant and probably her mate too. She will be extremely bitter.I would refuse to attend if only it isn't during the feast that I am supposed to receive my reward for winning the tournament. I am the first human to ever do so. And so many Royals will be there to witness it.The angel kings put two gigantic guards in front of my room like they expect my to run away before marrying them. There is clearly no peace with them as long as I haven't made the wish to ensure they won't lose their strength or
Keira's PovThe traitor struggles to stay upright while on his knees in front of the angel kings and I."Your majesties . . . you're powerful and wealthy. Everyone envies you. But truth is you never deserved any of the glory, or above all your beautiful, virtuous queen. You delight in your undeserved graces just like your lazy, traitorous father. For this you deserve a punishment like none other," he states in a bitter voice. The man must have lost his mind. Or Arina bewitched him. Nothing he said makes sense. The father of my husbands was a renowned hardworker and generous king who built a kingdom so strong that all others envied him. No one else has ever called him a traitor because he never was one. "Sounds like you have lost your mind a lot more than the witch herself," Garren comments. "You have the chance to tell us where she might have gone and what were your evil plans with her and we might consider letting you live," he adds in a menacing voice. The doctor still scoffs. "Y
Keira's PovMy bedroom widow directly overlooks the tree that we had a fake letter left slightly hidden inside one of it's massive bark fissures. It's purple leaves indeed shimmers brightly at sunset. It's a beautiful sight that I never noticed before. Angel Garren approaches and stands by my side. Fenris and Conrad lay on my bed, reading texts about spells, curses and magic. I had to leave my father and friends to rest since they had not slept well for days. Silverpaw's beta, Luther, will be returning home tomorrow to his chosen mate even though the bond between him and Arina was restored and she did not die. My mates promised that they would kill her next time and he wouldn't have to worry about the unwanted mate-bond.Allen will be staying for a while, enjoying the luxuries of the Palace and helping with whatever task we choose to give him. "Our brother is okay. Let us heal you," Garren urges, assessing my injured hand."It's not healing when the wound will appear on one of your
Keira's Pov"I can assure you that there is no need for questioning every servant. I will get you the exact person that was working with the witch," angel Fenris assures whilst picking up a piece of the cake that Garren made for me. "You have only today to try your tricks. Once you fail we will get rid of every servant except those that we deeply trust," Garren states. "No problem," Fenris confidently responds. "I am perfectly capable of fixing this entire problem for you all."A young female servant enters the room and bows. "You summoned me, your majesty," she says to angel Fenris."I need a specific rumour spread. Can you do that for me?" he asks. The lady smiles, seemingly excited. "It would be my honor to do so, sir," she bows again.If I didn't know better I would say she is flirting with him. But I am guessing she just likes the task being handed to her."Tell everyone that the witch left a message for her loyal servant. That beneath the tree where day meets night, a message
Keira's Pov"Both your father and your friends are fine. They just had a meal and are now resting. We let them out of the cells in the basement after realising that it wasn't you that ordered their ," Fenris the honestly. "Arina ordered their imprisonment?" I ask in a furious tone. You yup"They attacked her and she demanded that they be locked up," he answers. "We did notice that the prideful decision was unlike you. We thought that you would ask for their release after calming down. But you went for our bodies instead."I would snap that witch's neck if she had not escaped. "If my actions are unlike my character again, lock me up intil you're sure it's me," I order. "Last time we were all together you were afraid of our touch, now you're not. Should we lock you up until we are sure it's you, your majesty?" Conrad asks teasingly while invading my space once more."I should have both of you punished for even imagining you can do that," I respond calmlyBoth him and Fenris chuckle,
Keira PovAlluring scents fill my nostrils as my mind reawakens. It's been days since the last time I inhaled those scents. Back when our mate bond existed. So this must be a dream. I briefly struggle to get my eyes open. A pair of soft lips kisses mine just as my eyes finally blink open. "Told you she just needed our close touch," Garren says after pulling back. "She has woken," he anounces and two more beautiful faces gather next to him, staring down at me with happy smiles.It's not a dream, our mate bond is back. Probably because of the shaman's death. We didn't get to celebrate our marriage, and after getting nearly killed I finally realised how fragile everything in life is. I was too focused on winning battles that I forgot to enjoy my relationship with my gorgeous mates.Arina's attack awakened the part of me that desired pleasant things again. Because I learned that anything can be taken away easily and all that will be left is regret. Because I didn't allow myself time to
Conrad's PovIf I had known this is what would happen I would not have allowed Keira to be part of this fight. She almost lost her life and will probably take days if not weeks to recover from the injuries. Not even our mate bond is present to help her heal faster."Where is her father?" I ask my brothers. It's obvious they do not want to talk about that. A thing that worries me because they were under Shaman's spell. "When that witch and her father arrived Keira's father and her friends tried attacking them. Of course we thought the woman was Keira so we defended her," Garren answers. "You didn't kill them, did you?" I ask. "No. The witch demanded that they be punished and locked up. We let the soldiers do the dirty work since we did not want to be directly involved. We thought that she would regret the decision later," Fenris answers. I wonder how bad the punishment was because there is a chance that our mate's father will never forgive us. I understand that my brothers were und
Angel Fenris's Pov I should have killed that witch before she had the chance to use the darkstone. Problem is I wanted to have fun killing her slowly and using different unbearable ways. I wanted her to die screaming apologies to Keira."Where is my Father and Ezra?" our mate asks with a concerned expression despite the pain she must be feeling. The truth would infuriate her. We made terrible mistakes while under that witch's spell. Telling her where her father and friends are when we have hurt her so much would make her hate us. I made her mind hurt excruciatingly whilst thinking that she is the witch. I cannot give her more bad news. Conrad stares at us curiously. Of course he doesn't understand why we cannot talk about our mate's father right now. "You're losing blood. Let me remove the blade out of your hand so we can take you to the doctor," I say to our mate, avoiding answering the question about her father and friends. Garren holds her tighter as I pull the sharp blade out o
Angel Garren's PovKeira would never ask us to kill our own brother, regardless of the fact that he is under the control of a wicked witch. Our mate was of pure heart. She would never demand the murder of someone that is not under control of his mind. I used to think that no other woman can have Keira's face, but our brother's witch looked and sounded exactly like her. We would have been fooled as well if Keira had not already found a way to restore our mate bond. But I am shocked that she is now demanding for Conrad's death like she never loved him.One of the pretentious guards that Conrad came in with takes off her helmet and just like the first time I am baffled by how much the witch resembles our mate."Kill me instead! I am the witch that is controlling his mind," she says. She is that selfless? Or is it a trick to make us believe that she is the true Keira?"You stupid bitch! You will die today!" our mate screams like she has suddenly lost her mind.She picks up the sword tha
Keira's Pov"I must ask that you do not tell your brothers that I am not Keira. Unlike you they seem to care for that pathetic human and won't like me if they realise that I am not her," Arina tells Conrad as we follow her and her father inside the palace. "Of course I won't tell them if you don't want me to," Conrad assures. "The guards behind used to be close friends of mine. Allow them to come with us," he requests and Arina simply nods. Guess she is so eager to have him as well that she is not allowing her mind to have suspicion. My other two husbands rise from the soft couches of the palace parlour as soon as we walk in through the door. They both step forward to hug Conrad."Welcome back, brother. Where did you get lost to?" Garren asks in a voice filled with concern. Arina makes her way to Fenris and wraps her hands around his waist. He embraces her back, rubbing her back gently and kissing her on the lips. She smiles in comfort."You first tell me what happened the day I l