Page 276 of Gift from the Source
It was my time.
We shared a long, tear-filled moment.
Much like the one we shared earlier today when she placed the crown on my head in front of the whole realm.
With Elementra as our witness, power surged through the land.
I’m the new Matriarch of Elementra.
My men are now the Ruling Nexus.
They’re currently laid out around me, sound asleep.
After our coronation celebration, they whisked me up here to our bedroom and had their wicked ways with me with my crown still on my head.
I just wanted a quiet moment to listen to their soft snores and the beats of their hearts.
They’ve given me anything and everything I could’ve possibly wanted in this life, plus things I couldn’t have dreamed up.
As my eyes finally drift shut, the unconditional love I have from them thrums through my soul and sends me peacefully into naughty dreams wrapped up in them.
Shit. I’ve done it again.
It’s been some time now that I’ve dream walked with someone.
The large white expanse is very different than the caves or minds I’m used to ending up in. Whoever this person is just sees rolling clouds all day.
“Hello,” I call out.
“Princess. Is there a reason you’re in my head?”
I whip around at the sound of Corentin’s voice and cock my head to the side.
“I honestly have no clue, your highness. You sure you’re not in mine?”
“I think that might be exactly where we are, Primary.”
Cas strolls his way up to us as his narrowed eyes scan our surroundings. I grow increasingly concerned and confused.
What in the realm is going on?
“That’s a good question, little warrior.”
“Oh, I bet she was having a seriously naughty dream and snatched us in here with her. That’s what it was, wasn’t it, little wanderer?”
“No, I don’t think—”
“Hey, Mommy.”
My body startles as I spin on my feet. It’s still nothing but clear skies in front of me. A little giggle pulls my vision down.
Oh.
My gaze travels across the small girl with wild curls that twist and turn in a freeing mess made of chestnut, auburn, and dirty-blond streaks that frame her face.
“Oh,” I repeat out loud slowly, lowering myself to the child’s level. “Hi, sweetie. Are you okay?”
My soul sings as soon as my hand touches her shoulder. The shock that vibrates through my blood races to my heart and I suck in a shuddering breath.
