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My eyes first landed on the invader’s long, refined ears, a hallmark of a race I knew well: the Elohime, the immortals of Atheria, on whose land the tower was erected. I should know them, seeing as I was one and the same.
Well, a quarter of Elohimen blood coursed through my veins. Another quarter was part Kindred, a shapeshifting race seen as lesser beings to them. That explained my horn. But, the last bit of me explained why all my magic could do little against Gotham, why I couldn’t shift, and despite being over a hundred years old, I’d be lucky to see two.
Half of my blood was that of a lowly human, the same race of beings I was so desperate to join beyond the enchanted border separating my world from my ancestral lands.
My musings brought me back to the pureblood before me. He looked upon me with mild contempt. He was tall and broad, with sunken coal-black eyes that flashed purple when he caught my gaze, a prominent nose, bowed lips, and curly black hair that stopped just above his ears. His outfit seemed simple enough, beige, black, and overwhelmingly dull. But the stitchwork… It gave me pause. The faint silver glow reminded me of something.
Royal, maybe? I thought with a sigh, my heart speeding up when suddenly the madman smiled at me, though his eyes were anything but kind.
“Well…” the intruder murmured, nodding and grinning at me as the world melted away. “I came for lost treasure, to slay a legendary beast, but I found a boy locked in a tower instead.”
I clutched at my heart, which sped up and up until I knew it would puncture my chest! I knew this feeling welling inside me, something like an enchantment I had read in countless stories. As the intruder’s heated gaze roamed my naked body, I also knew there was no escaping his gaze or the spell he’d cast upon me.
“Ugh,” I grunted, knocking against the shelf again as I tried to retreat, with nowhere to run.
The only door was sealed by Gotham twenty-five years ago after we got into a nasty squabble, and ever since, I’d been confined to my bedroom in the tower.
“Woah there! Watch out,” the thief said, reaching out.
His magic coiled around me, cool to the touch, as he pushed me aside. Once it hit the floor where I had stood, the giant book of fairytales that fell from my bookcase opened, dust causing us both to hack and wheeze.
I hadn’t read one since I was very young, but the fairytales had stuck in my mind endlessly. Before, such flights of fancy brought me great comfort and solace during my endless solitude. But as I gazed down at an Elohimen prince and princess kissing on a boat on a moonlit lake, I wanted to vomit.
Two hearts entangled. Two destinies fused into one soul. True love’s first kiss shall unleash the eternal spell.
Something changed inside me as I read those familiar declarations of love within the book. I knew this stranger had altered my very being, just as much as I knew my heat was becoming more potent every second I was in this alpha’s presence. There was no mistaking what he was, even if I didn’t know who this thief was.
Before me was my true love, an Elohimen, a pureblood alpha, and I was confident in my assessment of the stranger. Clutching my scissors, I raced forward with a snarl on my lips, determined to kill the fae before he ensnared me in yet another prison, I could never break free from yet again.
A prison called love.
CHAPTER TWO
ZIRAN
While traveling across my great-great-grandfather’s grand realm, I encountered many strange sights and sounds. But nothing came close to the vision of beauty charging towards me now.
The young man was beautiful, with pearl-white skin bathed in moonlight, naked as the day he was born, his rainbow tresses glittering with traces of magic, screaming like a wartribe brute so loud my sensitive ears felt like they’d shatter.
He was too close for comfort, a dagger in his hand, venom dripping from his eyes, with a pink horn at the center of his forehead poised to pierce my skull. The sharp tip of his weapon pressed against my chest before my survival instincts kicked in.
“Stop it!” I shouted, gripping his wrist before he could strike me down.
A pair of sparkling scissors clattered to the floor, not a dagger as I first thought. I twisted the omega’s arm and forced him against the wall beside the window with my hand clamped around his mouth.
He bit me hard, so hard I bled through my glove. So I clutched his throat, my fingers pressing down with precision to cut off his wails. The tiny omega wriggled and fought, but he was no match for me.
After a while and a string of vulgar curses, he stilled. I released my grip on his neck slowly so I wouldn’t set him off once more. Not that I blamed him. I’d snuck into this abandoned Celestial Guardian Tower to rob him blind. It was only natural for him to fight.
Though, that was wrong. A feeble, evil wizard was supposed to greet me, and this gorgeous, ornery omega wasn’t supposed to be here at all.
“Don’t scream again, or you’ll alert the bastard that I’m here,” I said as I slowly released his wrist and spun him around.
The omega’s gray eyes pierced my soul, glaring up at me, almost shaking with anger. His beauty and rage were so blinding that I nearly forgot why I was there.
Almost, but not entirely, as I stepped away to reassess my situation. The fae crown sent me to slay a wizard who had stolen secrets from the Elohime Throne: ancient, forbidden wisdom, magic no mere court magician should’ve ever possessed. He had hidden himself well, but finally, I had pinned Gotham’s location down.
The traitor was said to have stolen a rare root, a main ingredient for celestial magic, a closely guarded Elohime secret. It was rumored the root was fed to a beast trapped in a tower, which could only be accessed via a magic rope. Nurtured on the primitive prismatic light magic, the Beast of Celeste Bay was to be taken back to Elohime in chains after I chopped off Gotham’s head and destroyed every trace of the root from the land.
