The ceremony to present the pups in the temple of the Goddess was simply perfect. Briccia presided over it and just as Rhiannon wanted, the heirs to the lycan throne were named Max and Luka.In the back garden of the house all the food tables were then set up, music was brought in, and the celebration spread out around the queen and her babies.“I claim the first year!” Dimitri exclaimed after making his toast and everyone knew what he meant.When the pups turned fifteen, they would have to begin an educational journey through the packs. Each Alpha would keep them for a full year to train them in the ways of their packs and give them a tour of their territories. That was essential if they wanted to raise good kings.“Dimitri, they're two days old and you're thinking about what's going to happen in fifteen years?” Rhia scolded him, condescendingly.“They are the future kings! Nothing like a strong Russian education to start their lives as Alphas! Someone has to teach them how to kill b
Thirty Years Later“Eight children!” Aidan exclaimed, pacing the room as if it were a cage, while Rhiannon doubled over with laughter. “We have eight children and none of them want the throne!” he said loudly and turned to his she-wolf. “How can you laugh in a situation like this?”“Honey, in case you haven't noticed, it's three in the morning and you're giving a sublime speech... in your underwear! I can't take you seriously that way!” she smiled, and Aidan crawled in bed to reach her.He gave her a quick kiss that grew with the heat of the moment.“Wait, wait... I'm really worried about this!” the king said pulling away. “I want to retire already, like the humans! And I can't until one of these fools puts on the crown!”Rhiannon covered her face with her hands to conceal her laughter.“Look, we've raised excellent children. They're all responsible and good, that's what matters. They practically handle all the affairs of the crown by themselves. We didn't even have to hand out respon
1368 A.D.The girl opened her eyes slowly, trying to understand where she was and what had happened, and the first thing she saw were the pure silver shackles locked around her wrists and ankles. Then all the memories came to her at once: she had been captured.After more than a year of fierce pursuit, it had finally been impossible for her to evade her enemies, and now the die was cast. As soon as they reached the palace they would kill her.She looked around and saw the entire detachment of royal guards sitting by the fire, a little more than fifteen feet away. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give her she-wolf a chance to escape.She closed her eyes again, calling to her, and felt her awaken inside her.“Raksha, you have to go now,” her thoughts whispered to her.“Never! I'm not leaving you!” her she-wolf whispered back in kind.“You have to! The general is going to murder me as soon as he sees me, just like he did with the rest of my family!” the girl insisted.“Then I will di
Present dayAidan touched his right bicep above his designer shirt, as he looked out over New York City from his office on the 94th floor of One World Trade Center. It was a few days before his “mark” showed up, and that always made him extremely irritable. He didn't want to be disturbed, but the knocking on the door was evidence that he rarely got what he wanted.“Sir, your wife is here,” his secretary announced, poking her head through the half-open door.“Send her in, please.”Aidan took a deep breath and turned to meet Myra's gentle, smiling, soft face.“Do you need anything?” he asked her dryly, and regretted it a few seconds later when he saw her pout. Myra was a very good wife: a quiet, obedient and willing Omega; and as if that wasn't enough, she was General Nader's daughter, so he had excellent ties of loyalty to her family. But after ten years, her submission was driving Aidan out of his mind. “Forgive me. How can I help you?”Myra seemed to think long and hard before she da
Aidan Chastiel's Royal Guard numbered no more than twenty lycans. Not a single one of them was known or important, but they all had an unbreakable bond with their Alpha. They lived by the ancient law of the highest predator, and followed whoever they considered the strongest. The Silent Guard, they were called, for not a snarl sounded over the trails of blood they left in their wake.“Aidan! To your right!”Normally, that shout from Brennan would have been unnecessary, but they both knew Aidan was unfocused because of the mark.The Alpha spun in the midst of a partial transformation, fangs and claws bared, a superior strength and a size that would impress even a lycan; he caught the rebel who was trying to attack him and before he knew it he had snapped his neck between his fangs.Two other bodies were entangled in his claws, he felt the bite on one of his thighs and that only provoked him even more. He tore a throat, feeling the warm blood bathing his neck, and in mere seconds he had
“I was right!” Aidan hissed angrily as he helped his beta into the passenger seat. “It was too easy to quell the riots, because they were just a distraction.”“So the real target was the Watchtower?” Brennan muttered.“Exactly!” Aidan turned the van around and took the road south toward Wales.They would have gotten there a lot faster if they had moved like wolves, but Brennan was in no shape to transform with that injured leg, he had to give it at least a couple of hours to heal.“I don't understand. The Watchtower is supposed to be impregnable,” said his Beta. “How did they get in?”“I have no idea.” And it was the honest truth, Aidan didn't even know it.The Watchtower was a fortress of ancient magic, said to have been the royal palace of Isrion's lineage, and precisely for that reason, in over six hundred and fifty years, Aidan had refused to lay a claw there, but now he felt it calling to him. It was a strange attraction, as if they were two pieces of a magnet seeking each other
It was her! She was the one who was dying! She was the one who was calling him! Aidan felt that his whole body was about to explode with rage, with fear, with feelings that he had never experienced before and that, therefore, he was not able to identify at that moment.With each passing second, that feeling that he was going to die grew... but it was not him who was dying, and yet he felt that if that girl disappeared, he would disappear with her.She was a lycan, that was obvious from the way the silver affected her. What was inexplicable was the attraction he felt for her, and above all, why she was cursed just like him.“Could she be another victim of Isrion's lineage?” he thought aloud, but that didn't make sense. If she had been, her father would have protected her instead of locking her up.She didn't look a day over nineteen or twenty. She was very dirty and her breathing was becoming more and more irregular, as if at any moment she was going to breathe her last breath.“How lo
Everything about that woman had become white and small, doll-like. The hands, the tiny fingernails, even the eyelashes. Her skin looked like polished porcelain and Aidan could almost swear he could see her glow, with that special opaque light the moon had. Or maybe it was simply because she was his.“You are my Moon...” he murmured caressing her face, and suddenly the man, the heir to the throne, the Alpha protector of Casthiel's lineage emerged in him.She looked helpless and innocent, but that was the operative word: “looked”. If she really had been, her father would have never locked her in that cell in the Watchtower. It was a disgrace that after so many centuries of solitude, the Alpha's destined mate was precisely an enemy of his crown.And yet he needed and desired her, his whole spirit insisted on claiming her, on possessing her. It was rightly said that the bond between two mates was the most powerful bond among the lycans, and now Aidan was experiencing it firsthand, because