MIKE ‘Fuck! That was a blow to my ego’ My thoughts were stuck on Kellen’s revelation of Lamia having a mark, a mark of the fucking crown of all things! I knew now I would most certainly not be her mate, nor would I pursue her in any way shape, or form. Why hadn’t I noticed the birthmark before? Had she covered it up? I mean I didn’t expect her to say, Oh look, here it is! But I would have at least thought I would come to know about it. Either she was destined to Kel or she was born to be a Queen in her own right. I now had a better understanding of why she and her wolf were so powerful, and why she got that wolf. I also have a better idea of why our parents, especially the King, had her live with them, train with them and then send her to this school with us. So much makes sense now. Even though I was feeling a little disappointed by the fact that she would never be mine, I smiled to myself. Fucking Lamia. I told her she was my Queen. I guess I wasn’t lying. No matter what, I knew

LAMIA I had texted Kira to come to my room so we could go to breakfast together. I was just finishing putting on some beige lip gloss; I had thrown on a pair of black jeggings and a comfortable deep plum v-neck tee shirt that hung down to the tops of my legs with a pair of sneakers. I wanted to be comfortable when driving home, plus I had spent a lot more time in the shower than I intended, the warm water soothed the ache between my legs, but every time I thought about why it ached, a different type of ache would take effect, not a bruised feeling but one of arousal. An ache that was desperate to feel Kellen, on me and inside me again. I felt the pull. I’ve been feeling the pull for a while now, and it’s only been getting stronger. The tingles I felt from his touch ignited a fire in my belly, heating me to the core with want and desire. Albeit, they are not as strong as fated mates, we wouldn’t be eighteen for another four months but the sparks were definitely there last night. Then

VIVIAN (Lamia's Mother) Tears stung my eyes as I held my little girl's hand. She looked so weak and fragile lying in the hospital bed. The color had drained from her, her olive skin now a pale grey. The doctors said she would be fine and heal. She just needed to recover and rest. Her right arm was wrapped and bandaged and had now started to heal, but slowly. Her leg was still seeping from the wounds and had to be stitched. I asked why it was taking so long to heal. They told me, because of how weak she is from using all her energy and the bone in her thigh had become infected from the claw that had been lodged there during her fight, the bear shifter had laced his own claws with silver and even though they managed to pull the claw out, it’s tip had broken off and had been lodged in her bone. They couldn’t see it until they did an x-ray. So it would take longer to heal, hence stitching her to help the process. A whimper left my lips and more tears were shed. We were all in her hospit

LAMIA It was a week later and we had all settled into school and classes. I had moved back in with my parents, who had moved back into the palace at some point when we were at the academy. They knew about mine and Kellen’s now ‘romantic’ relationship. I guess they thought they would have better control over our extended activities; However, Kellen ended up sleeping in my bed every night anyway. On my first night back in my room, the nightmares had begun. I had woken up in a cold sweat screaming for Mike. The same shrill voice I used when the bear had attacked him. The glaring red eyes plagued my dreams and consumed me with terror. The feel of his claws digging in was so vivid, bringing back the pain. When my father came in to comfort me, I lashed out in a fit of terror and clawed at him. I guess I had woken up the whole palace with my screams and didn’t calm down until Kellen’s arms held me down in a tight embrace, soothing the shaking fear. After the second night and only Kel bein

UNKNOWN POV One year I have been here, and one year I have been subjected to bullying. The taunts, the kicks, the shoves, but hey what’s new, this is how it has always been. No matter what school I was in, no matter what pack. But this school was by far the worst. Most days it wasn’t so bad, just little comments here and there, or books being knocked out of my hands. Those days I could handle. Other days, like yesterday, when I was dumped head-first into the toilet and repeatedly flushed, were the worst. Or the days they catch me and throw food or drinks at me. How much more could I be humiliated? They treated me worse than humans. I had literally been 'thrown to the wolves'. How ironic, considering my father is a wolf. My father is a werewolf and my mother was a cat shifter or were-cat I guess you could say. They had met when they were both traveling and exploring the realm. A chance happening. Discovering they were mates. It was rare you would find two different shifter races fat