The Plot

"The future is not the same again. Nathan was supposed to rule over the kingdoms with the power of a pheonix king. He was supposed to be above all, even his own mate. He was the lone wolf who would touch the apex. But he has become different. He now has a master. The red women were supposed to be his subjects, made only for his commands. But one of them has now become his commander."

Okrapticuiz stared at the skies, away from Alorea's eyes. He shook his head.

"I know that the future has change. But I can say what it has changed for.. the better or the worse..."

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Clingy stepped up slowly in the dark room. He walked towards a figure gloriously posed on a bed full of red roses.

The room blinked of red and purple lights from above, and the female figure on the bed had her body covered with nothing but flowers.

"You are back..." Shereena smiled. "You better be with those claws."

Clingy bowed. The box of the claws was in his hands. He presented it to his mistress.

With the power of the four claws, he had been able to walk away from the tavern the other night, wiping the workers and the owner any memory of himself.

They would not remember him. And to them it felt like Alorea had come in all on her own.

As Shereena opened the box, she frowned. "There are four of them? I thought there were supposed to be five, one for each finger of the hand?"

Clingy shook his head as if to say he had no idea. "There are only four." He claimed.

Shereena believed him, and she smiled to herself.

"Come. Sit." She winked at him in an alluring manner, pointing to a spot beside her.

When he was seated, she rose from the bed, wearing nothing and went towards a corner where she placed the box. Then she returned, slowly, with the walking steps of a cat. Her butts landed firmly on his laps, her legs spread apart as her arms curled around his neck.

In the twinkle of another second, they were down beneath each other's bodies, moaning and groaning. She robbed her skin against his face, muttering with pleasure.

"My father has been trying to marry me off to Scorpio." She whispered in his ears. "If that happens, you will never get this special care from me again. You will not be able to hold my breasts in your hands, you will be able to lick your tongue down my body. Do you want that to happen?"

"Never..." He thrusted hard into her, letting her evoke a shriek of pain and comfort.

"Then you have to do everything I ask you to. Everything I want to make sure that you do not lose me." Shereena said again, with a clear tone of command in her voice.

"I will do anything..." He was lost in the wilderness of her aura. The fragrance of her body was something he could not get enough of. Having the whole of her toxic body in his arms, he just wanted more and more of her.

"Promise me you will not say no..." She inquired again, slowly slicing her body apart from his, making him to long and crave for more of her taste.

"Anything... I'll do it..." He tried to encroach further, but then she pulled away further, forcing him to crave for even more.

"Kill my father".

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Alorea was left alone once again in the middle of the city. The wizard Okrapticuiz had vanished without a trace.

She knew she needed to be in the palace before the sun would set else the evil Daemon would kill her pack members.

She was still invisible and that helped her to get through the soldiers who had spread across the face of the city like ants on a hunt for food. She advanced past the tightest of their defences without leaving a trace of suspicion in their hearts.

In a matter of minutes, she was standing right before the majestic building from where Daemon ruled.

Her memory was clouded with Okrapticuiz's words. He had said that the future had changed, but he never assured her if it had changed for the better or for the worse.

"What was that old man saying?" She wondered. He had said that Nathan now had a master in this reality. But she had not even met Nathan yet.

When she told Okrapticuiz this statement, all he said was. "You have met him indeed, but you are in denial."

Alorea thought about it. There was no other person in her mind apart from Clingy. He had been the only one she had really met and spent time with. He was the one who betrayed her, and when she woke up from her drunken state other night, she called him Nathan.

"What really happened between us that night?" She hoped that she did not befriend him in bed. If they both had sex, then it would be a disgrace and a disaster. But she could not remember whatever happened. It was either the effect of alcohol had drained her memory or the traitor Clingu had used the power of one of the claws on her, just like he did with the tavern men.

"I did not have sex with that man. I did not." She told herself, willing to believe. But doubt still persisted underneath.

"Whatever. I will just walk in now."

She took her steps towards the door of the palace. Two fearsomely giant men were standing guard by the door.

When she opened it, it sent a shock to them. It felt like the wind had blown the door open, but that was not possible.

"What is going on?" One asked.

"I think the wind... Is it the wind?"

"I don't care, close it back shut at once!"

They closed the door with immediate alacrity. But Alorea was now on the inside. She stared afar towards the throne which was high above everything else. There was nobody seated. There was nobody around as well. Nobody except a dark cloaked figure who was coming in her direction.

"Who is this...?" She wondered. Their face was hidden beneath the cloak but she could tell by the height and the walking pose of the person that they were familiar.

As the figure walked closer, it seemed to notice Alorea.

"That is not possible... He cannot see me..."

She reached for the claw on her claw, it was still there, safely.

The only person that was able to see her despite the effect of the claw was Okrapticuiz. There was nobody else who had that power...

Yet the figure was looking directly at her. She could tell from its red eyes beneath the dark cloak.

Alorea found her self stepping backwards. Yet the figure only came closer.

By the time she had her back against the wall, the figure's face was illuminated by the tiny rays which found their way in from the tight windows above the palace. Like a scar of light, they layered upon his face.

The man took off his cloak from his face, unveiling a fearsome and familiar identity.

"No..." Alorea shook her head in disbelief. At the same time, the string around her neck seperated, and the claw dropped down to the floor, making her visible again overall.

"Princess Alorea..." Demeatris smiled. "We meet again in this new life that you have created."