Her Forever

Orion’s POV

“No, Orion, I’m coming too!” Willa had not stopped whining since coming back from our planning meeting yesterday.

Marsha was to come with me as we traveled to Progronie Creek. The warriors we were bringing would not be small in numbers. The cloaking spells of Marsha’s witching friends said their cloaking spell was strong enough to hold 100 warriors. The witches laughed at how the B***d Coven wouldn’t see us coming until it was too late. I dare not ask how they would be able to accomplish this large spell as they snickered, poking and prodded each other.

I don’t want need know how they have a spell more potent than another coven; I need to know it will work until we arrive. Sibille and Violet are the only people that will see Marsha and I. Girard and Elaine were to stay back at the palace to keep an eye on Willa because I know my mate is as stubborn as a mule. She will try to evade the “Red Fury” and fly to make sure Sibille doesn’t take hold of me. No spell could keep me from my mate, and I would make sure of it.

However, if our roles were reversed, I would do the same. I’m doing my job protecting my mate and my kingdom, and if I have to handcuff her to the bed, I will, her father in the room or not.

Annan was also coming, leaving his mate Juliet behind. The wounds were too fresh for Juliet as much as she wanted to help. The few days that Annan and Juliet bonded, Juliet would often wake up in a cold sweat fearing that the coven leader, Prinna, was coming to take more samples of her b***d.

B***d of any race will help reach a higher potency level in potions, spells, and curses. Vampire b***d was among the weakest to use, but anything to increase their power would do. No race was to give witches their b***d unless cleared with a royal, and obviously, the B***d Coven was not following that protocol.

In my short time with Juliet, along with Willa, we learned of specific spells they were trying to cast. Some were simple, like to regenerate food, but their spiritual power dwindles quickly once it is used. Vampire b***d help replenishes their spirits to continue to cast at a higher rate.

Some spells were more complicated in which they would need the most potent b***d of all, dragons b***d. The Dragons had long left besides Horus, who was too powerful to get to, so the shifter-dragons were the next best thing. The most extensive spell they were trying to cast was that of dimension trans teleportation. Instead of using the portals that are heavily guarded, they were trying to make their own. For what, Juliet wasn’t sure.

Sibille was only playing a minor role when it came to all of this, but her puny mind couldn’t see through it. They would give her the throne, but it would only be for show. Once she decreed as a queen that the dragon-shifters were no longer protected under our joint alliance with the Moon Kingdom, they would be able to overthrow the dragons. Numbers matter in this war, and they were not expecting The Light Kingdom and the Moon Kingdom to come together just a month ago.

Willa rolled her eyes again as she sat cross-legged on the bed. I just had put on my battle armor in our room. She eyed me up and down several times, and it was all I could do to keep the smirk on my face away from her. My c**k twitched a bit, knowing that she liked how I looked; even with all the love-making we have been doing, she still wanted me.

Cursed the gods that I had to wait. It would only make our Binding Ceremony that much of a thrill once I take her to bed.

“Please, Orion, let me go!”

“I’ve told you no; if there are other B***d Coven members present, they would smell you. They have b***d-hunting warlocks in their coven and would pick you out right away and give away the surprise. You would put everyone in danger!” I sternly told her as she immediately crouched back.

“I’m sorry I yelled.” I came and sat on the bed and pulled her face to mine. I knew all of this was too much, but what could I do? This had to be done and swiftly, so she was safe during the coronation. “If all goes well, this will be put behind us, and Violet will be here with you. Alexo is coming and will be sure she will come home.”

“But what about you?” her eyes softened. “I can’t lose you. Especially to her.” We grabbed each other, and I kissed her cheek.

“I always come back. There hasn’t been a battle or spar I haven’t won. I will come back to you.”

“You better!” She pushed me in the shoulder; I didn’t budge. “You got me all hyped up being with you forever; you can’t go break promises now.” I tackled her to the bed, my sword poking her side, and I don’t mean the one I was used to battle evil entities with.

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Asland trotted alongside Marsha and her mare, Apples. The orphanage had one horse to travel with incase a child needed medical attention. Being worried at first about the small mare and lack of strength, I was surprised it kept up with Asland well. Both the horses looked at one another, and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“What?” Marsha looked at me dazed. She was still tired, no doubt from ridding herself of the spell she had cast on her for years. Fionn wouldn’t leave her side and was walking alongside her in the cloaking spell. Often, Marsha would jerk her hand and give small little bits of laughter. If it weren’t for Fionn walking alongside her, I would have thought she went crazy.

“Our horses, I believe they have struck a bit of liking to each other.” Asland snorted and bobbed his head while Marsha laughed. “I believe they have, haven’t you Apples?” She g*****d in agreement as we carried on.

The creek was a reasonable distance from the palace and closer to the B***d Coven’s territory. The Light Kingdom started to go dark from view as we entered the Southern Forest that bordered the Dark Forest. An area that I had not fought too long ago with rogues trying to steal Luna Sadie’s healing abilities.

The trees that grew here were massive in size; one could not put their arms around a tree, it took more than five men to reach around. Some trees that had died were hollowed out to make homes for dark pixies and faes that preferred the darkness. Their own light generated enough for them to power themselves.

“I don’t like this place,” Marsha spoke aloud. The warriors and several witches that were holding the spell crept behind us. The sounds of the stream were becoming closer, and Marsha began to fidget with the reigns.

The entire forest had a darkness that should not have been there. The leaves that branched over the sparsely spaced trees stretch wide, so even the floor was covered in darkness. No wandering forest sprites or small animals were about gathering food. There also were no insects to be heard; something was wrong.

I raised my hand to signal to stop; Marsha pulled at the reins and looked at me. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, eying the stream in front of us. Taking in the view, I scanned the area. There was no sign of Sibille or Violet, and all was quiet except the stream.

“Stay mounted. If I tell you to run, you take Apples and run back.” I grabbed my sword, not yet wanting to unsheath it. My chest was bare to show no ill intentions, but I still wasn’t going in without a weapon. Stepping near the stream, I scanned my surroundings again, and behind one of the trees, I saw Violet strolling towards me with her hands bound in silver.

Werewolves were proud creatures; she did not hold her head down, instead held it up defiantly as she walked towards us. Hoping it was truly Violet, I still could not trust this scene. “Halt.” Violet stopped and held up her hands. There were burns and scars on her arms. Her leather pants were torn, and her shirt barely covered her breasts. “What were you and Willa the last night of our stay in the Warrior Pack?” Violet smiled and chuckled.

“Skinny dipping, but the poor thing wouldn’t take off her bra and underwear.” I let go of my sword and went to Violet and ripped the weak ropes from her body. A slow clap came from behind the tree as Sibille stepped out.

“Congratulations, you have your Violet, now give me my mother.” Marsha had dismounted her horse and put her hand on my shoulder to walk towards Sibille. Sibille let out a huff in disgust. “You are not my mother. Did you go back on your word, Orion?”

“I did not; I just brought your true mother,” I stated. I felt Fionn behind me; his breath was on my neck; he wanted to tear Sibille to pieces if she did anything to harm his mate.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Marsha took a step forward. “You have always felt it, but you ignored it.” Another step ahead, and Sibille released her hardened stance. “You felt it at the orphanage each time you came, but you couldn’t explain it.” Sibille stepped back a few steps.

“Nana…”

“It confused you, hurt you when you saw me hurt, but you still continued to wreak your wrath on others around you. Your anger only grew when you realized when you hurt me, you only hurt yourself.” Sibille backed up into the tree; she had nowhere to go. Marsha held out her hand to touch her daughter’s cheek.

“I am your mother, Sibille. Your father tricked me into sleeping with him and got me pregnant. He took you from me the day you were born. It broke me,” Marsha’s strong voice quivered. “I love you, and I wanted to take you away, but I had become too weak because I had rejected him.

Now is your last chance to ask for forgiveness. There will still be punishment but enough time to make amends. Make this right. I will nurture you to be the beautiful, soulful, wonderful daughter I know you can be. Let me love you like I should have. Please.” Marsha’s aura could be felt the 20 feet away from me; the love Marsha had for a daughter she never had a chance to raise was undeniably strong. Marsha was indeed as strong as Nyx made it out to be. I had high hopes that Sibille would take the offer.

Sibille’s eyes glistened as tears tried to escape. “Mother? You are my mother?” Marsha nodded and put both of her hands on her daughter’s face. As I began to relax and motioned Violet to mount Asland, the ear-piercing scream rushed to my ears.

“MARSHA!” Fionn screamed, and his spell was broken on him, unable to keep his position a secret. Looking back at Marsha, there was a dagger stabbed right in the middle of Marsha’s torso. Her hands grabbed the dagger as she fell backward to her knees. Fionn began to run towards her, a warrior’s battle cry was heard as his sword was drawn. I instantly took my hand to mine as we rushed to Sibille, who smiled evilly and, in swift motion, lifted her arm with a straight up and down motion.

At least eighty witches and sorcerers stood behind the tree line Sibille had leaned against. The 100 hundred warriors I had brought may be an even match with magic, but we would need more help.

Annan sensing my unease, reared back his horse as another witch dropped his cloaking and blew on the Shifter Horn. Any shifter within a five-mile radius would be able to hear it and aid us if they were able. The witches kept our warriors cloaked so they could fight without detection. Unless they have a more powerful witch than the ones cloaking my men to rid the spell, we may last the battle.

My sword let out its cry as I started plunging it into our enemy. I stayed with Fionn as he held Marsha, who was barely clinging to life. Several witches came to grab Sibille, but Annan stopped them with a quick swipe of the sword. Then Annan plunged his sword beside Sibille’s head into the tree, trapping her. Her face twitched in fear, she thought I would be of honor and keep my word of not having my men, but she was mistaken.

“Let me go, or I’ll make sure Willa suffers the worst by the time it’s over,” she seethed.

“It is over!” I growled and plunged my sword deep into her chest. I gripped the handle and twisted, making sure there would be no recovery. The light in her eyes began to fade, mouth agape at the rash decision I had made. Sibille started a war, and I was to end it. I wanted nothing more than to torture her, but I wasn’t going to give myself the satisfaction. I am ridding the problem once and for all and not prolonging it.

Pulling my sword from the tree, she slumped over as her head fell on a nearby rock. Annan had already mounted his horse as his sword began to swing at warlocks, throwing fire. Slowly, our warriors appeared on the battlefield; a sorcerer must have found our witches. Our witches were holding their own, backing up behind each other, covering each other from all sides. They wielded webs of electricity that took down several at a time, but the B***d Coven was stronger. They had the vampire b***d running through their veins, helping them recover quickly.

Our witches were becoming weaker in their magic, using too much of their spirit.

Fionn was on the ground, holding Marsha to his chest. The knife was still stuck in her belly as the b***d began to pour from the wound. She was in obvious distress; the color from her face was draining, and her eyes we becoming dull. Fionn was beside himself, not using the proper tools or training he had been given.

“Fionn, snap out of it. Treat her as a warrior. Remove the knife!” Fionn’s shaky hand pulled the knife from Marsha, and she gasped a cry as I held my hand over her stomach. Annan was nearby, using his skills to evade any attacks while we stayed somewhat hidden from the chaos. I pulled my satchel off my h*p and grabbed the small vile containing a small amount of healing agent.

“Fionn, pull back the wound,” I ordered. Several fae doctors made the healing agent; it helped slow down the bleeding of deep wounds, enough to get our wounded to a safe place. Fionn pulled the skin apart as Marsha struggled with the b***d seeping from her mouth. “This will sting,” I tried to warn soothingly as it dripped into her stomach. Fionn then gripped her stomach again. Our best course of action was to get her to the palace, but during a warlock, battle might be tricky.

A large howl came from the side of the woods, it shook the ground, and the dead leaves from the trees began to fall. I knew that howl from anywhere, one of the strongest werewolves known in the history books. His half-shifted form came stomping out of the woods; Alpha Seth roared again as hundreds of wolves poured into the battleground. Chomping, ripping, and yips filled the air as the coven began to retreat.

Alpha Seth, now Caspain, his wolf, stood over us.

“We end this,” he growled as he and his wolves marched through the B***d Coven territory. The coven wasn’t large, but if Prinna was still alive, there would always be a chance for them to regain their strength. We had to destroy their territory, their coven and leader.