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I started as he prowled softly toward me. The sea lapped at his ankles until he stood only inches away. His sheer size dwarfed my frame, forcing me to tilt my head back as nerves fluttered through me.
Is a romance going to pop off between him and Ilara smh-
“Why did you call me Krelahala? My name’s Ilara Seary.” “Krelahala is my clan’s name for your kind.” “My kind? As in Solis fae?” He threaded his fingers through my ebony hair. “No, your kind.”
Drachu’s commanding aura did remind me sharply of the crown prince’s. Perhaps he was like Norivun. Perhaps Drachu also carried immensely powerful gifts like my mate.
Omg, we still don't know Nori's 6th affinity
Regardless of my regret over all that had transpired, we needed Drachu’s help right now because something in the Isalee field had tethered my affinities. I needed to free them, and the only way I could do that was if I was somewhere safe without the Court of Winter’s politics deciding my fate.
An ominous feeling slid through me, but I reminded myself that the fae king had nothing to do with the diminishing orem on my home continent. At least, I didn’t think he did.
why would drachu do that-
I couldn’t recall finding any books in the castle’s library that spoke of the Lochen, Nolus, or Silten fae, at least none that I’d seen.
His two distinct canines were something no Solis had, and he lacked wings, although I could relate in that aspect.
He leaned forward more, drumming his fingers on his armrest. “And don’t for a moment think I’m believing you. She’s your mate, isn’t she? Can’t mates feel one another? You should know where she is even if nobody else can. You are to bring her to me.”
He scoffed. “You never bedded her? You truly expect me to believe that she never spread her legs for you after what I witnessed on that dais following her first test? Her arousal ran so high I could have scented it a millee away.”
The bond vibrated so palpably within my chest that it felt as though I’d channeled a demon who demanded the king’s head. My dragon snarled in agreement as visions of shifting and snapping the king’s body in two nearly made me smile. But I couldn’t kill him. I couldn’t do anything.
“If you can’t do so in a timely manner, then perhaps I shall have to get creative in ways to motivate you.” He stretched his arm to the side, then laid his hand atop my mother’s. He stroked the back of her hand languidly. “Surely, you can find it in yourself to search faster for her, Norivun. With your affinities and fully born mate bond, there’s no one better suited to the task.”
If only her affinities weren’t tethered, she would be able to reach into my mind and tell me what she was thinking, but whatever spell the king had cast upon her all those winters ago kept her caged.
The king threatening me by using my mother was nothing new, but now his threats were also extending to my mate. He wanted Ilara returned to the court so he could not only control her, but so she would be forced to witness my marriage to Georgyanna.
It would have to do, for now, even though what I truly needed was to feel Ilara’s silken skin sliding beneath my fingertips, to hear her laugh when I tickled the sensitive area beneath her ear, and to bask in the fierceness of her love that was only the tip of the iceberg of what I felt for her.
“To answer your question, if I’m staying on this island chain, then yes, I stay here,” the king said over his shoulder after we passed the crowd. “I have homes on most of our lands.” My eyes bugged out. “How many homes is that?” “Forty-two.” His lips twitched. “Are you unfamiliar with what island chains we call home? We also have a continent south of here, and then there are the cities beneath the waves. I have many areas of residence.”
Millions of seashells had to be in this city, and each home seemed inclined to favor a shell of a single color. Some were as bright as the purple ones before us. Others were green, yellow, red, and every shade in between, but some were more subdued, favoring shades of white, gray, or black.
Drachu laughed, a rich, booming sound. “I forget how squeamish the Solis can be when it comes to fucking. I should share with you now that I bed many females in my clan and have dozens of salivars. I would also be more than willing to bed you if you so desire.” His eyes heated, and my stomach dropped.
lmao WHAT. so forward, god damn
Drachu cocked an eyebrow. “I take it you’re giving me fair warning what he would do if he learned that I fucked his mate?” Cailis did snort this time, and one look at my sister told me she was definitely trying to keep from laughing.
“And you would really help me free my affinities?” “Of course.” But just as quickly as my hope appeared, a moment of apprehension filled me. “Why would you offer to help me like that?” But instead of answering, Drachu merely called out something to Sabreeny in their language before waving Cailis and me forward. “Come. The night grows late.”
“I don’t think so either. Why would a king be waiting for me and bend over backward to help me? And what did he mean about me joining his clan? I don’t intend to stay here indefinitely. I’m still Solis and want to return home. I will help Norivun replenish the orem and defy the king’s arranged marriage demands.”
The orem wasn’t vanishing. It was being contained or perhaps buried so far that it couldn’t find its way to the surface. And if I could figure out how to free it, maybe King Novakin would decide I was the better match for his son. I nibbled on my lip as my thoughts drifted back to the field and the deeply buried veil, as a singular question probed my mind—where had that veil come from?
What if it's somehow the king's doing-
I couldn’t stop thinking about my father’s undue interest in Ilara. It quite simply didn’t make sense.
My dragon snarled inside me, and it took all of my control not to let his smoke puff through my nose.
dawg what-
“She said something that was quite surprising.” His tone lowered, his words barely a whisper. “She hinted that perhaps neither of you is loyal to the king. I thought she’d been playing a game, but after seeing what the king is planning to do to you and her by marrying you to others, I’m starting to wonder if perhaps it wasn’t.”
My brow furrowed, and I wondered if the theory Ilara and I had come up with—that Lord Crimsonale and Lady Wormiful were behind the dying orem—was untrue.
Last night, following Ilara’s escape, it’d been all he’d talked about. My father had even spent the entire council meeting this morning discussing how she could be found. And during that meeting, Lord Crimsonale had given me peculiar glances more than once, making me wonder if Michas had told him about our conversation at dawn.
when he overheard the king talking to someone in hushed tones near the bottom of the stairwell. He was telling whoever he was talking to that it needed to die, all of it. He didn’t outright say the orem, but he said until it was dead, his plans couldn’t begin.” My breath stopped. “Are you saying the king is behind the dying orem?”
Knew it
Michas snarled. “That time could still come. One of these days, you may find yourself bowing to me.” “If that day ever comes, Michas, it’ll be when my dead body’s before you, and you’re forcing it into a bow.”
LMAO
Haxil’s eyebrows shot up. “Which is what he did to the Isalee fields right before Ilara’s test!” I nodded again. “Yes.” “That’s why the crops died overnight. He must have done something that killed them a second time.” Haxil’s glare turned deadly. I had no doubt he, a son of Isalee, was taking that affront personally.
“And Georgyanna?” Haxil raised his eyebrows. “What of her? Your wedding is only weeks away.” Power rumbled down my limbs all the way to my toes. “Georgyanna can go fuck herself.”
My lips parted in surprise and curiosity. The necklace was magical, I knew that much, but as for its purpose, I could only guess.
Unfurling tendrils burst between my shoulder blades as the shell that had contained other affinities within me shattered into a million pieces as rupturing magic beneath it unlocked and exploded to the surface. And then I was rising.
DOESSHE HAVW WINGS NOW WTFF
“And there you are, Krelahala. Born at last and ready to rule your domain. I thank you for the gift.”
Is she bound to him now-
Frowning, I recalled what the god had said about how the veil that had suppressed my affinities wasn’t of this universe, which made no sense whatsoever, because if it wasn’t of this universe, then where had it come from?
As much as it pained me to admit how vulnerable I was, I nodded. “Yes, but it’s more than that. He stripped me of them. In that moment, and even now, I’m as magicless as a child. My speed and strength, which I’m able to amplify with magic, were also cut off. It’s why I didn’t kill Drachu. I couldn’t.”
Dawg why do these people suck so badd
“Blessed Mother.” I sighed heavily because even though I ached for my mate with a fierceness I’d never experienced before, the female also knew how to drive me absolutely fucking mad. Ilara had a stubborn streak a millee wide, and it was showing gloriously right now.
Ilara’s chest rose in a breath, drawing my attention to her delectable breasts. She still wore the same clothes she’d been in during the final test of that ridiculous Rising Queen Trial. My mate filled out her green tunic in a way that made it hard to look away, even if the back was ruined when her wings had shredded through the material.
She gave me a side-eye when she picked up another slice of berried bread. “You keep watching me.” I growled as my smile broadened. “I can’t help it.” Her lips curved, and I knew she liked that I was entirely obsessed with her.
The same concern had played through my mind briefly, but Ilara didn’t know the Crimsonale’s as I did. I’d known them my entire life, just as I had my father. Of the two, I knew which one would betray their nation. “I understand your concern, and you make a good point. You’re right that the Crimsonale’s are power hungry, but they’re loyal to the Solis. They would never stoop so low as to plot against their own kind. I’m certain of that.”
He rearranged himself in his pants and gave Norivun a shrug of apology when a growl tore loose from him. “Sorry, my prince, but a male can only handle so much before it affects him too.”
This book has spent more time rambling over the prince's mate bond lust, the sex life Drachu, than the whole plethora of questions left behind from the second book...
I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the magical feel of the prince, but it didn’t stop an inkling of reality to sprinkle into my thoughts. The crown prince was still engaged to Georgyanna. The king was behind our land’s dying orem, and Drachu still had me tethered to him.
Exactly dawg wtf are y'all doing-
It was soft yellow, and for the first time in my life, I wore clothes made for an adult with wing slits. It made me feel ridiculously proud.
How do they even put clothes on when they have large wings-
Another was one of those completely foreign species. His rounded ears gave him away, a trait that screamed he inhabited the other realm. He could have been one of many of the unusual species found there. I inhaled, trying to detect what he was.
The lack of worldbuilding regarding this "other" realm is genuinely some of the worst I've seen in fantasy book. There's zero worldbuilding at all? The who, what, where questions are not answered, we're give zero substance
The third was a male with skin as white as snow, and when his lips peeled back, canines lengthened in his mouth as the sentry assessed him. Ilara’s eyes bulged. “I believe they’re called vampires in that other realm,” I whispered to her.
There's vampires in this now???
“Werewolf, I think?” Haxil stroked his chin. “They appear like the species of the other realm when they’re unshifted—as you can see from his rounded ears—but they can turn into wolves, like Solis can with animal affinities.”
WHY ARE WEREWOLVES BEING INTRODUCED WTFF
“Human, I believe,” Haxil replied. “Ah, yes. A demon traipsing as a human.” “And humans are the species in the other realm?” Ilara’s lips curved into a true smile. Delighted curiosity strummed from her into me on the bond.
“Yes, they’re entirely unmagical,” Haxil explained. “But there are some that appear human but aren’t, and a whole host of species live there: vampires, werewolves, witches, sorcerers, half-demons, psychics, and so on . . .”
“It’s the other realm, as I believe you Solis fae like to call it.” Major Fieldstone inclined his head to the woman who’d been healing me.
I was struck anew by how far I’d come from my small life in Mervalee Territory. It was a life that I’d thought I’d wanted, but now that I’d experienced so many riches of our realm, I didn’t know if I would ever be content to go back to an existence that small.
The Lochen king was currently writhing on a bed, a huge scaled dick standing on end from between his scales as one of his females bounced on top of him in an awkward-looking seated position. A pink slit was evident in her scales that the king’s cock disappeared into. The other female sat on the king’s face as she moaned and rubbed herself on him while he ate her out. “I think I need to scrub my eyes,” Nish said. “I thought it would be . . . different than that.”
LMAO what even is this book now dawg
