NB: To everyone reading this book, if there's any questions you need to ask or if there's anything you're curious about in regards to Lycans and Fae existence, please feel free to ask questions. I would answer all of them. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.The 899 was being held in the ballroom, and important people across all five kingdoms were in attendance. There was a precise seating arrangement which was meticulously followed based on each attendee's significance and status. The first row was reserved for the Alpha kings, accompanied by the esteemed sage Bernadette. The second row housed the Alphas themselves, while the third row belonged to the Beta's of the Alpha kings. The fourth row was designated for the Betas of the Alphas. The fifth row accommodated both the Luna's of the Alpha kings and the Alpha's. The sixth row was occupied by the Omega's, and subsequent rows were filled by members of each kingdom council.I had the choice to sit between the Luna and the Omega's row, but I chose to

The sight at my front made my eyes go wide with panic, my mouth widely opened while my pulse raced. Chiara seemed like she was at the verge of death, seeing something that neither Jacob nor I could see. She was gasping for air, screaming and pulling her hair out as she tried fighting her way out of her brother's hand. I rushed into the restroom on an impulse, crouching next to Jacob who barely noticed my presence, and if he did, I wasn't acknowledged. He had his sister curled up in his arms. He was whispering words into her ear, massaging her arms. "Stay with me, Rocha," he said as he gently laid her on the floor and began to loosen her gown.I could see the fear in his eyes. Chiara fought and bit Jacob's hands but he overpowered her, holding her down to the floor, his hands trembling as he slowly pulled her gown down her waist and revealed her naked breast. "It's going to be okay."I almost puked at the sight. There was a nasty wound on one of her breasts, one that wasn't even healed

The look in Alexander's red eyes was enough to know he wanted me. "Besides, I'm taking my time with you, Annalisa," he added, as his eyes reverted back to normality. He moved his head closer to my ear, hazel eyes boring deeply into my soul. "I don't want to break you just yet." He said in a whisper-like tone.My heart picked as he said those words, cheeks scorching in embarrassment. Even without a mirror, I could tell my face was reddish pink. I placed my hand on my chest in a bid to calm down my racing heart, but it was futile. Seating beside Alexander alone was making me feel heated up, and when his hand held mine I almost died out of excitement. Throughout the rest of the ride Alexander's hand held mine. The sun was almost setting the moment we arrived at the white pack, and Alexander guided me into the mansion. Once inside, Alexander commanded his knight to close the door. We were at the foyer, alone, and he stopped walking. Then I felt it. The air was stale. He had done it again

I stood on my feet, holding the book close to my chest as I heard Alexander say those words. "And then you chose me?" My words came out as a question. "Why me?"He cupped my cheeks. "Only an Omega, the embodiment of the moon goddess, can successfully bear the child of god," he explained, and I was finally coming to terms with everything. I felt like I could finally understand Alexander. "I do admit we started off on the wrong foot, and that's because I find it difficult to express love.""But you did mention that our marriage was a convenience, and that your heart already belonged elsewhere," I reminded him, feeling a pang of jealousy. An intense spark ignited in his eyes as he looked at me, causing my body to tingle with sparks. Suddenly, he chuckled and retrieved something from his pocket, passing it to me. It was a necklace adorned with a portrait of Amelia. "This is your sister."With a nod, he continued, "I once believed it was impossible to love more than one person simultaneous

Nunchucks were quite an easy weapon to use, or maybe Katniss was just a good teacher. Within just half a day of training, I already got a hang of it. However, as we trained, I didn't miss the cold shoulders Katniss passed me. It got to my nerves sometimes, but I couldn't exactly get mad at her. She had every right to be angry at me. I threw Katniss the nunchucks as I fell down to the floor, panting for air. The training had taken a toll on me, and according to Katniss, I still needed to work on my stamina if I really wanted to master the use of nunchucks and the art of Krav Maga. Onerous. From a distance, I caught sight of Canary and Tyra engrossed in a conversation, although their words remained inaudible. With an exasperated sigh, I tore my gaze away from them, watching keenly as Katniss returned the nunchucks to their appropriate place. She was being quiet and it rubbed me off badly in a way. "You're still pissed with me, aren't you?" I stated the obvious, as Katniss turned to fa