“I can only be the villain for you. Never to you” “I don't care…because I would do the same” Althea said with a slight smirk on her lips. *** All her life, Althea wanted a simple life. She had the love of her life and she would have his kids. But everything changed when he broke her heart. The King of Elodonia is now looking for a mate. One to be his queen and wife. Althea prays she would not be chosen but unfortunately fate wasn't on her side. But who said the king was looking for a queen? No, he was looking for his next plaything and he may have found his victim in the heart of a young woman. Life wasn't a bed of roses, so don't expect fluffiness in the castle.
I was growing old; that was the first thought Darian had when he stared into the mirror during the early dawn's morning.
The lines etched on his face seemed to tell a tale of time's relentless pursuit, a reality he had long denied in the face of his enduring supernatural existence.
The once vibrant eyes that reflected centuries of resilience now held a shadow of vulnerability.
His fingers traced the subtle creases around his eyes and mouth, feeling the undeniable texture of aging skin.
The realization settled heavily upon him – the once formidable alpha, revered and feared, was succumbing to the inexorable march of time.
It wasn't just a superficial transformation; it was a tangible manifestation of the fading powers that had defined him for centuries.