“Yeah, especially one of the Rossi Queens.”
“Hmm… and this one cannot wait to return to her king.” Her voice was so quiet, yet her words were clear. The hope in them was as clear as the moon in the sky. “Don’t feel guilty. A king must always make the right decision, even if it’s not the easiest, and this is the right one.” She placed her hand on my cheek for a moment, giving me a small nod and smile. I looked down at her, then back at the night sky.
“Yeah? Well, it sure isn’t fucking easy.”
For her happiness…
Will you get angry at me, Raf, for allowing her to do this?
I returned home, the weight of the decision made heavy on my shoulders. Right then, I felt useless. A djinn from years ago still after this family, or more like waiting for Dante to be born. What powers did he possess? Or the bigger question was, what exactly was Dante?
Something told me he was no ordinary wolf or Lycan. I got that history said no two Lycans are born at once, but with all the shit and power that everyone seemed to have, I didn’t think those rules applied any longer. But even as a Lycan, I didn’t have that power before I shifted…
Born with red eyes… like how Liam’s cerulean eyes were stuck magnetic blue like his wolves once he came into his power. His powers were always brimming to the max, a little like Dante… so what was the little fucker?
I paused outside his bedroom, opening the door silently. I looked inside. He was fast asleep, his breathing steady, and he looked at peace despite the angry veins that covered his skin. Dante Rossi… he looked more like the child he was meant to be when asleep than when awake. I closed the door silently, giving the guard outside his room a nod before I walked down the hall to my bedroom.
I opened the door to see Kiara fast asleep, but what fucking surprised me was that she was still fully dressed, her arms wrapped around herself and a small frown on her forehead. Her breasts practically spilt out of that sexy little dress, and her lush thighs were pressed together, only making me want to go over there and wake her up so I could fuck her. Had something happened?
Pulling off my shirt, I walked over to the bed and sat down. I brushed her long locks off her face, looking over her sexy body. No matter how fucking messed up my head was, she kept me distracted and sane. I wished I could talk to her about this… to ask her opinion, but I fucking couldn’t, and deep down, the doubtful question remained. Was I doing the right thing?
My Own Way
Marcel
Iawoke to a phone ringing and frowned. Sitting up, I picked it up. Alejandro?
“Hello?” I answered it, wondering what had happened. A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind.
“Hey, sorry to bother you at this fucking hour,” Alejandro’s quiet voice answered. Sure, it was past three in the morning, but just from his voice, I could tell he was conflicted.
“It doesn’t matter, you called for a reason. Tell me what’s wrong?” I asked, standing up and began pacing my bedroom. He sighed heavily, and I heard him take a drag on a cigarette.
“Maria talked to me today… it’s about the price of killing a djinn…” I narrowed my eyes. When I had been there earlier, when we had filled each other in on our trips, he never mentioned a price.
“What price?” I asked sharply.
“Don’t fucking growl, I need my ears,” he growled back.
“I’m just asking because you never mentioned a damn price,” I countered.
“Yeah well… there is a price…”
He filled me in pretty fast. The wielder of the dagger would die, and Maria wanted to be the one to do it. Fucking hell.
“I don’t know what the right thing to do is, Marcel. Do I let her do it, knowing she’ll die? How does that fucking make sense?” I sighed heavily, running my hand through my hair.
“Look, Al, some of us manage to cope… somehow after our mates die. In my case, Endora severed the bond between my mate and me before she was killed. It’s hard to survive without a mate. Even now, when I remember her, that pain… that pain fucking rips me apart inside. Maria has lived for years without Rafael. She needs him, and there is no way for her to carry on without him… I see her far less than you, and every time she’s lost a lot of weight and looks even more tired with each passing year. She’s already dying, Alejandro. Let her go,” I said, sighing.
Maria was a beautiful woman, one I knew many of the alphas who had lost their mates or simply hadn’t found theirs had been interested in, but Maria belonged to Rafael, and it was obvious there was no man on earth who could take his place or ease her pain.
“So, I should allow her to do it? You know she doesn’t want me to tell Rayhan.”
“Yes, and you have promised her already. Giving her hope and then taking it away is wrong,” I said quietly.
“Yeah? You’re right… I just, I don’t think I’m ready to lose her. It’s fucking me up. How do you think her kids are going to take this? That shit is going to be rough.”
“Life is never easy, but we do what is ultimately for the better. In this case, between you and Maria, it makes sense for her to do it.”
