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Shallow breaths were not helping her. There was no way to protect herself from Miles’ scent. Khurtschono stared at her sheet music, leg bouncing ever faster. Her fingers skipped over the neck of her viola as she tried to keep her playing steady despite her dancing knee. She could feel Arban and Soren watching her from the doorway, judging her every fumbled note. No, she shouldn’t think like that. In two weeks’ time, she would be on stage, performing with Miles in front of hundreds of people. T
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Either way, if he doesn't shape up, the end result's going to be the same. Especially once Aaron hears.
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AARON “The Palace Guard operates with a certain degree of autonomy.” Aaron’s eyes glanced down at the podium while his face remained unmoving. He had to be the one making this speech; the Crown Prince needed to address the fact that nekos were at the centre of this scandal. “They do not require royal permission for every mission they undertake. As such, neither the Queen nor I were aware of their actions yesterday.” How was it harder to talk into a camera than it was to face down a ta
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There does seem to be a direct correlation between youth and making decisions that will RUIN YOUR LIFE FOREVER- er... I mean, aren't the best decisions.
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“Well, look who remembered where he lives.” Connor bit back a grumble as he shuffled into the kitchen. He’d been in bed by eleven. It was seven now. That was eight hours, so why was he still so tired? Pouring a cup of coffee, he emptied a container of vanilla creamer inside. It was the only way he could drink the stuff; River’s coffee was like motor oil. But at least it provided the kick he needed to wake up. “You weren’t home when I got back,” Connor pointed out tiredly. River glowered at
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It's a fine pickle they've all found themselves in. Hopefully a happy ending can be had for all, and justice served.
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At least he saved those nekos. But yeah... sometimes you have to think before you jump.
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AARON Heated stones pressed down on Aaron’s back. The elf moaned, closing his eyes as the warmth spread through his body. “What did I tell you?” Amber said beside him. “This isn’t even the best part; this is just them softening our backs so they’re easier to work.” “I believed you,” Aaron insisted, resting his head against the face cradle. “I’m just not used to actually having time to do this.” “I apologise for that.” Amber sighed quietly. “I really should have been more attentive to
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With the kind of security Captain Darren is throwing around, surely nothing bad can reach our protagonists.
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The grass is always greener on the other side of the palace walls. And as for Itumak... well, we all know his track record.
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AARON The Crown Prince of Astara let out a relieved breath as the plane touched down. He peeled his eyes open, staring at the white wall in front of him. “It wasn’t any easier that time,” Aaron muttered. Amber smiled wanly. “Flying is certainly not my favourite mode of transportation. But it would take us a day to get here otherwise, and that’s if we drove nonstop. I don’t think even Captain Darren has that sort of stamina.” “Why didn’t we transfer in Sarelin?” Aaron asked, watching
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Yeah. Soren really needs to tell Connor sooner rather than later; the longer it takes the worse it will be.
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One down. Now, who's telling Connor?
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He was ruined. And Soren couldn’t be happier. Sure, his mind was a nervous jumble of what-ifs. But he was back with Connor. Back with the man who had made him feel like the most prized mate in the world. Four o’clock came. His alarm beeped. And Soren smiled up at the ceiling. Kurt was right. Why shouldn’t he enjoy this for as long as he could? Connor wanted him. Maybe when the boot dropped, it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. A frantic pounding dragged him to his feet. That was two days i
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Oh, this is just the start. The last ten chapters are going to be a wild ride; you might want to hang on to your hat
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AARON “My lords. My ladies.” Prince Aaron stood tall, meeting each lord’s eyes. The taste of wolfsbane sat heavy on his tongue, his wolf silenced for the full moon. It was a necessary precaution; he could not afford to slip up. Not today. “Today, this council stands on the verge of greatness. Six years ago, I brought a proposal to you. You denied it. Since then, I have carefully considered my position, and done what I could to prove myself to you. “And today, we have results. We have
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No, fated mates is really only a werewolf thing; it's the specific lycanthropy strain trying to find the perfect person to spread to. Which is to say, Connor and Soren are not mates on the werewolf sense.
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He really should have said something by now. At this point, if the truth comes out, the pain that will undoubtedly follow is kinda his own fault.
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Yeah. Like pulling a werewolf's teeth
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“You bought him wolfsbane to apologise?!” If looks could kill, Connor would be a smoking pile of ash. Unfortunately, Khurtschono wasn’t a mage who could fry people with a look. “Of all the moronic things you could have done-” Her hands clawed the air, rage wafting off her. “Gods bless it, why are you two so stupid?!” “I made a mista-” “I fucking told you not to talk about money around him! The one bit of advice I give, and you fucking blow it! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” If Cath
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It's always good to remember your roots, especially the higher you climb.
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Yeah. It was a fun way to have Aaron press the flesh
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AMBER It had been nearly six years since she’d last been able to run. Now, three years after her surgery, Amber was jogging on the treadmill. She would have been elated, if she wasn’t fuming. Aaron stepped onto the treadmill beside Amber silently. He began a brisk walk, not quite matching Amber’s speed. Not that she expected him to — they each had their own ways to deal with the situation. It was a credit to the prince that he didn’t ask if she was okay. She was not. “The only historica
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Connor couldn’t take his eyes off his phone. Through first period, it sat on his desk, a silent monument to his fuck-up. The teacher droned on — something about differential equations — and Connor stared. Second period was even more tense. He left his phone in his locker. What if Soren did call? No, Soren was in class. He wouldn’t call. What if River called? In his mind, Connor kept hearing a ringing phone, ruining any chance of concentrating he had. “You’re running extra this afternoon,” Al
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