Page 50 of Bonded By Moons

Stepping into the large black stone bathing pool, she rests her head on my shoulder and snuggles closer into my chest.

She sighs with relief as the warm water engulfs us both. I rest her against the stone seat of the bathing pool and begin gathering soaps and oils from the edge. After washing her delicate body, I quickly wash myself. She’s still half asleep and murmurs things as I pick her up again and wrap her in a towel in my arms

Tucked into my chest, we walk back to the bedroom and I lay down with her wrapped in my arms. She presses her ass further into my cock.

Shit, she’s making it hard to resist fucking her until the sun rises.

I finally chase her into a deep slumber, content with her in my arms and I never plan on letting her go.

TWENTY-THREE

Ember

I sleep peacefully, warmed and comforted by the presence of my mate. His body envelopes me and it’s a sensation I never want to be rid of.

Breathing in and out, I see colors of white, gold, and silver that flash into my dreams and invade my subconscious. I feel Willow’s body release me, and my feet take me somewhere without my consent.

I wake by myself, in a black room with no lights.

My body aches from resting on the cold stone floor, I groan as I stretch and feel my limbs awaken.

“Hello?” My voice croaks.

No one answers me, instead, I'm greeted by the silence of this dark room.

Where the hell am I?

I fell asleep in the peace of Will’s arms for the first time and woke in this empty, dark room. Why do all good things have to come to an end for me?

I swear I’m cursed.

Laying on the ground, I slowly raise myself. I flick on a fae light and look around the dusty room. Where is Willow? Where am I?

There are six pedestals on each side of the room with objects floating above them. Stars and moons are painted on the ceiling which reflect the night sky outside. On the opposing side of the room stands a white tree with red leaves. It’s quite abnormal and I’ve never seen anything like it. I don’t understand how it’s growing inside but faerie magic is quite miraculous with ancient complex spells.

I search the room quickly and verify I'm alone with no entrance or exit in sight. There are no windows so I truly haven’t an idea how I got here. I start to walk the room and examine each object on the pedestals. They’re random and don’t match each other in any way.

There is a dagger, a teacup, a teddy bear, a sock, a flower, and more random objects floating throughout the room.

None of the objects light up or speak to me but as I approach the large tree with blood-red leaves, my chest begins humming similarly to the bond that lives for my prince. This is slightly different, but I do feel the same sensations such as warmth, tingling, and the feeling of being safe and at peace.

As I step closer to the trunk of this massive tree, I notice there are carvings and words written on almost all of the branches. “Edgar Flecker, Reinah Dewdrop, Morak Moonlace...” I suck in a breath as I realize this is a royal line tree. It lists each regime and family that has had control of the Lunar Throne. As I examine the names, I notice there’s a scratched-out name under Morak and Meelis Moonlace. They must have had a child that died at birth because I never heard of them having children at all.

That’s strange.

There’s a bright flash of light behind me and I quickly turn to find a large orb of light dancing in the center of the room.

Covering my eyes, I brace for the blinding light.

“Um, Hello? Who’s there?” I ask the orb. I don’t know why I’m here, but clearly the moons brought me to this place for a reason. I’m not sure if this is real or if I’m still dreaming either.

“Daughter of The Moons, born on a night of bloodshed, hidden right under their noses. You are late.” A woman's ethereal voice speaks to me through the white dancing ball of light.

“Um, excuse me? I wasn’t aware I knew any balls of light, let alone had an appointment with one.” I cross my arms and stare at the orb. I didn’t ask to be dragged here after one of the best nights of my life.

The woman laughs softly, “You remind me so much of your mother. She had the same ferocity and bite that you possess.”

I drop my arms and slowly stroll closer to the light. I’m saddened and jealous that this strange being knew my mother and I wasn’t privileged to ever meet her.

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