'What was that about?' Tavers asks through the pride link, taking a seat to my left. 'I’m not sure. Dorian has always been respectful, but just now, he was downright rude.' I answer by repeating Dorian’s opinion. 'I thought everyone would be happy they have a King again, but Dorian just seems hateful,' I say with eyes closed to hide that I'm using the link. My anger subsides as I sense a warm hand on mine. Tavers runs his fingers across my wounded knuckles, and even they feel better. His touch, like Anya's, soothes me into calmness. 'Just know that those insecurities are his own, My Queen. Think nothing of it.' He taps my hand, removing his, and follows up with the best thing he can say. 'Dorian will be removed from the council as of now. I will speak with him later. You concentrate on other things, my Queen.' He knows what I need to hear. Feeling better, I look at Dorian’s back as he walks down the hall. With a smug smile, I shake off this situation and concentrate on Sir Tavers.

I looked around the room while I waited, planted where Kimarhi asked me to stay. She may have meant I could sit but didn’t say it. The room is nice and warm, with the inviting aroma of her scent enveloping every crevice and calming me to a point. Kimarhi has a lovely apartment-style suite, very befitting for a Queen. Spacious and decorated to show her style, homey, lived in but lonely in a way. The room has white dahlias’, the symbol of Lion Island, subtly displayed everywhere. In vases on dressers and tables. Along with hints throughout the décor, blankets, pillows, and a painting. The sitting area has a plush sectional couch with lots of cushions. Scanning the rest, there is a closet across from the bathroom. Between it are a bay window and a seat with heavy thick curtains. My eyes land on the large bed. It looks comfortable, and I hope to be in soon if she lets me. But I shake my head to clear that lustful thought. No, I can’t yet. I have to speak with her first. After being hid

As my grandmother called us, we are The Guardians—the descendants of Queen Emera and her fated mates. The story of her court has been lost over the years. Some still believe, and others think it’s a legend or myth. The thought of a chimera shifter living again is awe-inspiring. My grandmother told me stories about the Chimera Queen being the perfect form of her fated mates. Her dreams were full of images of the past, and she was given the Prophecy. Not it’s my job to help Kimarhi fulfill her destiny and bloom. To become a Chimera Shifter. The humans have a similar story but get it wrong like most. For them, the Chimera is a monster with two or three heads and a malformed body. Our Kimarhi will be so much more than that. She can shift into any form, see through her mate’s eyes, and fight with them. Because of this, we have worked tirelessly to be the accurate record keepers. All the clans keep a census, and we save a copy of all records and the Prophecy under lock and key. We have tr

"We don’t have to go to bed, My Queen. Here is fine,” his lustful tone says he isn't waiting. "My Alpha. May I watch?" Xim asks, and his voice breaks the tension. His statement sets me on fire as his eyes lock on us excitedly. With that look, Lorcan forcefully opens my robe, exposing my breast. Not shy about it, I let him fondle me before Xim. Moaning from the sparks, I reply for Lorcan. “I think that’s a yes, you can watch,” I giggle, and Lorcan squeezes my breast harder, scratching at my skin. “Definitely a yes,” I growl this time. “Help your mistress to stand,” Lorcan demands after kissing my lips with such need. Xim sits up and takes my hand, lifting me to my feet. His face is perfectly placed at my pelvis, only the thin silk separating us from actual contact. But his warm hiss can be felt against my pulsing lower lips. The sensation is so inviting that I shimmy ever so slightly to tempt him, but Xim only blushes. Lorcan pulls my robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the

“My Queen, the Chef has prepared a lovely breakfast buffet for you and the King,” Rieka’s voice chimes in, presenting the food and saving me a stammered response. Kimarhi’s eyes move to Rieka, still presenting her with a smile, “It's nice of Anya, always sending my favorites, but whom might this green-eyed beauty be?” “I’m sorry, My Love. This is Lady Rieka. Your new handmaiden, a gift from my Mother," I say with pride. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that, but Hello, Rieka. Lovely to meet you," Kimarhi greets her with a nod. “Thank you, my Queen, it's an honor," Reika curtsies again. “So formal. But I see you already know the way to my heart. With food!” They giggle at each other, and Rieka starts her task of serving each of us. “My current maiden announced she is expecting. I’m sure she would help you to settle before taking her sabbatical. I already gave her this Summit off after day one. We will have to ask her later.” “That sounds delightful. Thank you, my Queen,” Rieka says as s