Wolf Sprite
THIRTY-SIX. @#$%

POV - Lillia

Shit, shit, shittity shit. Okay, I’m not one to swear, but shit. I sat there stunned as Dad chastised his parents for laying that one on us. It turns out that Dad is not only the King of the Fairies but the King of all the Fairies. Yeah, I had heard that Dad was the King of the Fairies, but in my naivety, I thought it meant he was the King of his clan, like an Alpha is in charge of a pack. I had to stop them because I hadn’t gotten that far in the book.

“A fairy clan or hub is led by Dukes and Duchesses, and the King and Queen rule them all,” Grandma told me, to which Elijah just nodded. When we asked what that meant for us because obviously, we were wolves, not fairies, how could we rule over the fairy people? (My goddess, I don’t know if I even want to! I’m still getting used to the idea that I will be an effing Luna!)

Dad and my grandparents explained that because the fairy mark was beginning to appear on our necks, it meant that my fairy DNA would mean we would both take on fairy traits, like possibly flying, age longevity and powers. Grandad explained that it was not an exact science but that they had records going back hundreds of years with Fairies mated to other naturals (as they called them) who exhibited fairy traits.

“But what of us?” Elijah finally asked.

“Well, after your children take over your roles as Luna or Alpha, and their children then take over their roles, you will become our next King and Queen. If one of your children is mated to a fairy, they will become the next King or Queen. It’ll work out,” Grandad explains, shrugging his shoulders as if it is a non-issue.

“But… won’t your people object? We’re not pure fay,” Elijah says.

“It’s written in our laws. Julian isn’t a pure fay, but I am a descendant of an original, and so are Dorian and Lillia,” my Grandmother replies.

“An original?” I ask.

“An original fairy. We are the last line or original fay,” Dad states.

“Aha,” I reply because that makes sense. No, it doesn’t. Shit. Sort of.

"So if Julien isn't pure Fay, what is he, if you don't mind me asking, sir?" Elijah tentatively asks. My grandparents look at each other and smile.

"I was born human. I met Mirriana at a fair my village was hosting as a teenager, about five-hundred human years ago," grandad explains.

"Oh," I whisper.

“I think that’s a lot to take in for now. I’m sure you want to rest. Dinner will be at six, and we’ll introduce you to the royal court. I can’t wait to see what powers you both have,” Grandma says, standing up and smiling.

“Come, I’ll show you around our wing,” she says, looking down at my grandfather lovingly before proceeding to leave the room.

After being shown where the dining room, bathrooms and living areas were, we were finally shown our bedroom, a sizeable half-circular room with beautiful windows looking out at the city. On one wall sat a fireplace and on the other a king-sized bed with cream and blue-coloured sheets. There were two doors on the wall from the fireplace, one leading to a walk-in closet and the other to a bathroom. The bathroom had frosted pink floor-to-ceiling windows, with a large square spa bath in the centre.

I leave the bathroom and flop face-down on the bed next to Elijah.

“Are you okay?” Elijah asks. I look up at him; he’s lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

“I think so, you?” I ask, crawling over to him and resting my head against his chest. Elijah responds by wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah. I knew your dad was important, just not this important….”

“It’s a lot to take in,” I admit.

“Yeah,” he says. I close my eyes and listen to the steady beat of Elijah’s heart.

//\\///\\\//\\

A pink hue from the windows shone into the room and across the bed, waking me up. Truthfully, I found the information I had learned yesterday a lot to get used to. I can’t believe I was content with how my life was heading six months ago. But replaceing out that I was of Alpha blood, and not only Alpha blood, but a frigging fairy princess, is another matter altogether.

I thought about our conversation over dinner regarding how our time would be spent while we were here. It was decided that Elijah and I would participate in training with the other fairies in the Royal Guard. My grandparents secretly hoped our ‘powers’ would show, but I was hesitant. I felt no different except for the change in gravity in this environment, which I was still getting used to. I tried to recall the information about fairies I had gained from the book Danni had given me. Most fairies gained their powers during puberty, between ages eight and sixteen. That’s when they also got their wings and learnt how to fly.

I sigh and turn over, watching my mate’s chest rise and fall as he sleeps. I smile at how handsome he is and how lucky I am.

“Hey, Lilly,” Elijah says, his eyes opening as he turns to look at me. I smile as he grabs my hips and pulls my body towards his. His voice is husky from sleep, and as he pulls me towards him, I feel his morning wood against my hip.

“Hey, Elijah,” I say back, looking at his plump lips. Elijah rolls on top of me so that he is positioned between my legs, and I moan as his hardness meets my heated core.

“Good morning,” he says, smiling down at me as he kisses me.

“Good morning,” I reply, touching his butt and rolling my hips forward. Elijah groans, and I smile.

We kiss some more, our tongues seeking each other as Elijah and I continue to rub our sexes together.

“I want to make you scream. Do you want that, Lilly?” Elijah asks, his voice full of lust. I love it when he talks dirty to me.

“Yes,” I sigh between kisses. Elijah’s hands roam under my shirt, gently touching the bottom of my breasts. Elijah hums when he realises I’m not wearing a bra, his hands squeezing my breasts before tweaking my nipples. I moan at the sensation and lean forward to kiss Elijah while reaching for the hem of the shirt to pull it off. Our lips separate for a second as my shirt passes between us, and I fumble for Elijah’s trunks.

“Lilly, I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy and eat you for breakfast, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,” Elijah says into my ear. I pull away from Elijah and look into his brown eyes, which have darkened in need. I don’t have time to respond as Elijah’s mouth nips at my neck, trailing down to my mark. I groan in pleasure and collapse beneath him. He chuckles as he moves his mouth from my neck to the valley between my breasts. I watch Elijah place one of my breasts in his mouth, sighing as he licks the areola around the nipple before beginning to suck. It slightly hurts, but I like the pain, the sting as his teeth apply pressure to my sensitive nipple.

My heat drips as Elijah moves from one breast to the next, making my nipple harden in the cold as he lets it go from his warm, hot mouth.

“Elijah!” I moan as he leaves my breasts and kisses down my abdomen. I buck my hips forward in anticipation.

“Lilly,” Elijah hums. I feel him tug the elastic of my panties down and lift my hips up to help him.

“Oh!” I moan as his hot mouth makes contact with my core. Elijah’s tongue traces the seam of my sex, and I sigh again as he passes my sensitive clit on his way down to my entrance.

I wriggle in pleasure when I feel his hot tongue enter me, flicking in and out.

“Fuck Elijah,” I moan, the sensation of his tongue inside me sending me over. Elijah is relentless, continuing to lick my insides while holding me down with his arm on my waist to stop me from squirming.

“Elijah!” I yell again as my body explodes, releasing myself on his face.

I’m panting as I try to calm my breathing. Elijah slaps my hip and tells me to roll over, and I do, trying to avoid the wet patch I’ve made on the bed.

“Kneel,” Elijah tells me, pulling my hips upward with his hands. I bury my face into the pillow, smiling because I know what will come next. Elijah smacks my bum cheek, and I squeal in surprise. He does it again on the other cheek, and I make another noise. I love it when Elijah plays rough with me. We haven’t gotten into any BDSM play yet, but it’s something that we’ve spoken about and something that I’m curious about trying. Funnily enough, I brought the topic up, not Elijah. He wasn’t keen at first, but it’s growing on him.

“Shit!” I gasp as Elijah enters me, his shaft filling me to the brim. Elijah kisses my shoulder before he slides out and slams inside of me again. Elijah starts slowly, sliding out all the way before slamming into me, building a crescendo in his movements.

“Shit!” Elijah cries, slamming into me again, holding himself in me.

I collapse on the bed after he pulls himself out of me, our mixed juices running down my legs. Elijah falls on the bed beside me, pulling me into his body so we are spooning.

“We should shower and dress, Elijah whispers as he moves my hair off my shoulder and kisses me.

“Do we have to?” I moan, enjoying his warm embrace. I just want to lie in bed all day and make love to my mate.

“Unfortunately,” Elijah replies, tracing circles on my shoulder.

I pout but get off the bed, walking toward the bathroom. Before I step into the room, I turn and wink at Elijah, who lies on the bed, his hand propping his head up as he watches me walk away.

“Fuck you’re sexy,” I hear him whisper. I shake my head and close the bathroom door between us, laughing when the door springs out of my hand as Elijah stands in the frame.

I smile, looking up at Elijah’s darkened eyes and stepping back. Elijah growls and wraps his hands around my head, kissing my lips.

//\\///\\\//\\

My grandparents and father look at us knowingly as we sit at the dining table for breakfast. Unlike a packhouse, my grandparents have their own private kitchen and dining room, and from what they told us, the castle doesn’t have a communal dining area like a packhouse. Elijah linked me, thinking that was weird, but I just shrugged. Urban Wolves were very selective about who ate together. It was unheard of for omegas to eat alongside the high bloods. I learned, though, that that was not the norm, that most packs ate together in the same place and around the same time. I thought that was odd.

After breakfast, Dad led us to the training rooms, where the Elite Fairy Guard work.

“Elijah, this is Pim. He is my most trusted guard. He will take you to train with the other guards, Lillia; I want you to practice your powers,” Dad says as Pim walks up to us. Pim bows at us before looking over at Elijah.

“If you will come with me, your highness,” Pim says to Elijah. I look over at Elijah, who smiles before returning to my father.

“I don’t have any powers,” I say to Dad.

“Yet. I want you to work with Siofra. She has the power of the ether. I want her to train you,” Dad explains as we walk past training rooms of guards working out.

We walk outside into a beautiful garden with purple and blue flowers in curved beds sitting around a fairy statue with water coming from their hands into the pool below it. I notice that someone is working in the garden, and when Dad and I walk in, he stands up, bowing to us before kneeling and returning to work. A group of girls stand on the other side of the statue, and when they notice us, they all turn and curtsey in our direction.

“Your Highness,” the honey-blonde-haired fairy says, smiling at Dad.

“Your Highness,” the three girls behind her say. I can tell immediately who rules the nest in this group of girls.

“Duchess…?” my Dad asks.

“Dandelia Brambletwinkle,” the girl says, smiling.

“Aven and Willow’s daughter?” Dad asks.

“Yes, sire,” Dandelia agrees, curtseying deeply again. It takes everything I’ve got not to roll my eyes.

“Siofra, are you free?” Dad asks, ignoring the girl in front of him.

“Yes, your highness?” the girl with jet-black hair asks, stepping next to her friend.

“I’ve asked you to help my daughter with her powers,” Dad states.

“Yes, sire,” Siofra agrees, bowing her head slightly. Dad smiles and turns to me.

“Lillia, Siofra will look after you today. Her father is a good friend of mine. She will look after you today and bring you back to my wing,” Dad says.

“Siofra, I want you to watch my daughter and help her without distractions,” Dad says, giving Dandelia a concerned look. Siofra doesn’t reply, just nodding her head slightly.

“Good,” Dad says, “have a good day. I’ll see you later,” he continues, turning to me and kissing my cheek before turning to leave.

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