She yanked, waking up from her dream. Sweat was covering her forehead, her heart was beating a little louder.
Ancestors never showed untruth to her. There was guilt in her green eyes. She wanted to give a chance to everyone to stop this coming war which would only bring death and devastation to the door of millions of people.
She fisted her silky dress to stop her hands from shivering. She still remembers the day when she was going to mate. The two powerful prince, one was a light wolf and the second was a dark wolf. They were like their titles. The light prince Chris was a good and kind soul. He always sees good in people, even in bad, too and in evil things too. Cyril was always strong and born to be a leader. He ruled her heart.
She listened to her brain Killing her heart and decided to mate with a light wolf. He wasn't strong like his elder brother but she knew deep down that he would keep her happy in all circumstances. Chris was also popular among his kingdom for kind heart.
She hasn't forgotten the day when she rejected Cyril. He was so furious at her that he shattered all the decorations of the wedding with one swipe of his hand. She knew he wanted to destroy her too. But something stopped him. Her hand went to her stomach. Guilt flashed her green eyes again.
She looked back at the castle. The war wasn't a solution. She knew from the start. That's what her mother has taught her. That was the reason she rejected Cyril and mated to Chris.
She knew Dastien would never let her do this. But she couldn't see her children in pain. She was already repenting, blaming Emersyn that led her to curse her. Now she knew who was behind this, who was the person behind the death of her husband. She has always loved Chris as her best friend.
She whirled her fingers as the cold air danced around her skin. She closed her eyes. When she opened them. There was darkness around her. She wasn't in her room anymore. Her eyes could see in the dark.
The shadows moved to reach her, touch her, they looked curious to know her. She tapped her feet on the ground, yanking them away from the path and she walked over it.
"Cyril?" She said out loud his name. She wanted him to know her presence. She didn't want a war. She wanted them to live peacefully. Dastien and Emersyn have already faced a lot in their mating life in their reborn lives. She wanted to put an end to all this. She was also aware that it could bring her death if she failed.
Her steps were steady and elegant as she kept moving. The soft glow that was emerging from her is keeping the creeping shadow away from her. They were hungry and wanted to drain her powers. If she would be out of the Dark world they would be scared of him and make her way.
"Cia? Is it you?" A soft and low voice reached her ears. She could feel the love he had showered over her years ago.
"Yes, Cyril. I thought about sharing my dream with you." Her voice trembled. It brought back some very beautiful memories. She reined on them immediately. Her soul knew she loved him deeply. But it was her morals that asked her to choose Chris, a peaceful life. for everyone!
"Have you planned my murder, Cia?" he said. He held himself from snapping at her. He has not forgotten the scent of loves growing inside her the day he saw her, on their mating day. It broke him into pieces.
She gasped at the rudeness of his tongue. She flattened her lips. "My sons are not cowards." Her gait stopped and she looked around to see him.
"But you are. Aren't you, Mi Amor?" He asked in a laughing voice.
"Yes, I picked him." She lowered her voice and cast her head down. She was hiding a secret which she was planning to keep after her grave too.
Hot waves swirled around her, making every tree around her shaking badly. The shadows ran away from him as he stepped out of the dark. He moved with the speed of wind toward her and grasped his hands around her waist and yanked her to face him. "You betrayed me." His gaze was full of wrath, he couldn't continue to stare at him. More than destroying he wants to love her.
A transparent wall enclosed them. she lifted her hand to his chest. "I want to tell you something. I'm not here to betray you." She placed her hand on his chest.
He glanced at her as she was his whole world. She made him forget his anger like in the old days. It enrages him. Before he could pull away from her. everything blurred around them.
A soft murmuring of Latin words poured in his ears.
He opened his eyes and found himself in the court of his dark palace. His heart began to pound as he saw her walking in the hall in shackles. He got on his feet to move forward to help her to get free from them. She was always his queen. He has always loved her. She was his peace of mind. She destroyed everything the day she picked his brother over him.
He glared at them in a puzzled look when he saw himself walking in the hall.
'I'm in her dream.' He told himself. He watched them carefully. It wasn't the first time he was in her dream. They have shared a lot of secrets, more over they've shared love.
"Be my mate. Dastien will abandon the throne and will live with his mate, his human mate." He heard himself issuing orders.
'I would have done this. But...' He thought watching her dream like a live telecast. Anger coursed through him when he saw her in chains, her skin was pale white. Shadows must have drained her powers.
"No, let his mate go." Miuccia asked him in her drained voice. She could barely speak and it was chains that were holding her up on her feet.
He felt himself fumming in rage. "I should have done this before the day you rejected me." He lifted his hand and launched a dagged at her.
He rushed forward to stop it, placing himself between the dagger and his Cia. But he forgot it was a dream he was seeing himself in her dream.
A scream tore through her throat tearing his heart. She fell on the ground, her green eyes locked with him. "I am sorry for what I did years ago. Stop this war. You can't fight with your own son. You can't kill your son. He can't kill his father."
His eyes dilated in shock. He couldn't believe his ears.
His surroundings blurred again, bringing him in the dark. When the blur vanished, they were standing in the same position. He was still looking at her with parted lips, his gaze shocked on her.
'She was pregnant with my sons. I thought they're of Chris. That's why I let that happen. Still, she chose him. Was she so frightened of my anger? '
"Is he my s... on?" he forced the words out. He didn't blink. "Why?"
In the distance, he heard the rustling of dead leaves. He pushed her behind him, shielding her with his body. His palms faced the ground and fire danced around him. He swiped his gaze around them. His eyes rested in front of him. His guards turned down for a second.
"Let my mother go." He growled, emerging fire to his hands to attack him.
Miuccia jumped between them. "You heard me out loud. You both. Didn't you?" She shouted in panic. She was holding herself responsible for this collision. Her fear and guilt mingled in the air.
"I won't hurt my son." He growled low, his eyes trained on Dastien. He wasn't alone. He could scent them. "Tell them to step out of their hidden place." He ordered his shadows to come closer. His son was his replica, except his eyes. He got her eyes.
"Where is my mate? I wouldn't hurt you if you let them come with me." Dastien snarled.
"My mate is going to stay with me." He narrowed his eyes on his son. Though, he wanted to stride over to him and took him in a hug. But that was not possible when he knew he was his son and he was aware of his nature too.
"Then over your dead body." He heard him clear.
He called his shadows closer. They would shield them against anything.
"Enough!" Miuccia roared. It shook the earth making everyone stumble. They balanced themselves and glared at each other.
"No one is going to hurt anyone. No one is going to kill anyone. There won't be any war. Did you hear me?" She paused to hear them. They kept glaring at each other. She could feel anger from Dastien. "If anybody would die, it would be me." She looked at them, warning them.
The rustling of leaves echoed in the air. Seven Alphas stepped out of their hidden places.
He lowered his hands and the fire disappeared from him. His gaze never left his son. A small smile kicked up on his lips finding his both sons together. He furrowed wondering that they were fighting for the same mate?
"Dastien?" She scolded him, flattening his lips. "I'm not kidding. It's me who will die first if there will be a war. I don't want this. Emersyn doesn't want a war. I made a mistake years ago so everyone could live a peaceful life. But I was wrong."
"He's..." She cut him off.
"Your father. So respect." She glared at him. "And Chris knew about it." She added when she felt Alessandro and Edward's eyes on her. They weren't her sons but she loves them like her own.
He snorted seeing their icy blue eyes. "They're not yours." Cyril asked, softly, not believing his eyes.
"They're of Rita and Chris." She muttered.
"I was the only one you fooled." Cyril muttered under his breath, annoyed and angry.
She blushed. "Blame your anger issue. Which Dastien got from you." She pinned him with a hard-motherly look when he was still in an attacking position.
Both men growled, staring at each other. There was a common person between them. They cared for. Queen Miuccia!
Dastien lowered his hands and his eyes turned to his normal color. "My mate?" He growled.
He laughed. "He's my son. No doubt."
Miuccia elbowed him which made Dastien growled louder.
"Wao! I could smell love in the air." Silver trailed off. She felt awkward when she felt all hard eyes on her.
"Alessandro's mate?" He asked.
"Yes, uncle." She nodded, moving toward her mate.
His gaze swiped on Edward and Elizabeth. "His sons got Rita's eyes." He muttered before turning his back to them. He was alert. "This way." He said as he led them toward the palace. " My shadows informed me that Eamonn came with a girl. I don't know she's your girl." His jaw locked in anger.
"But Eamonn said that you kidnapped her and forced her to be your mate. " Elizabeth blurted, halting.
Astounding and anger could clearly be seen on their faces. The air turned warm dangerously. Elizabeth and Silver stepped away from him.
Cyril fisted his hands as anger coursed through his body.
His son got habits from him. His knuckles turned white and fire waved around his fists.
"I would kill him." Cyril and Dastien seethed in unison.
He glanced at his son and sniffed the air as Dastien's feet halted close to him.
Cia glanced at them with tense eyes. The air was thick around them with tension.
"I remember the day I scented you in your mother's womb. It's still the same." He said, his eyes on his sons.
His eyes softened for a second. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "We shouldn't delay." Dyson muttered.
"Yes, Em will be alone there and sacre." Silver muttered.
They started walking. He felt her tense. "She'll be fine, Cia." He told her in his promising tone.
She nodded looking deep in his dark eyes.
Abruptly he felt fear in the air and his head snapped to Dastien. "What happened?"
"My mate, she's in trouble." Dastien said. His eyes flashed in worry
"Impossible, she's safe with Eamonn. They look like good friends." He announced.
"What!? She's definitely not safe with him. He's the one who was misusing the dark powers and attacking the academies." Jasper snarled.
"I'll tear him to pieces." Drake growled.
'She'll be safe.' Daniel said through a mind link.
Without a word, he raised his hand and a line of burning fire drew to the land. "Follow it, son." He said.
Dastien was already away from him using his full speed away from them. They followed him rapidly.