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Story: The Hunt: Emerald
Murdoch follows with a hoarse roar, pouring every ounce of his being into me, wetting the sheets, leaving us both panting against one another
“I’ll worship yu, evera night... evera life,” he vows, voice husky, lips brushing my skin. “Yer me queen. Me mate. Mine.”’
“You better,” I chuckle, unable to keep my eyes open any longer.
Epilogue
MY QUEEN
Murdoch
She has’na woken up fer hours. Even after I stepped t’rough the portal an’ I made the long trek tu me land, I jus’ cradle ’er in me arms, occasionally kissin’ the top o’ ’er ’ead like the precious one she is.
I wanted tu wake ’er but I dinna ’ave the ’eart tu du it… she’s finally restin’ after days o’ ’avin’ nightmares about the Hunt. Even t’ough she was ready tu leave, she begged me tu allow us tu stay until we got the results o’ the otha hunts. After they were ova, she jus’ collapsed from exhaustion, relief, an’ sadness. Me precious one deserves rest an’ recovery… an’ me desire jus’ tu see ’er smile an’ hear ’er voice should’na supersede t’at.
Instead, I jus’ carry ’er an’ enter intu the gates o’ our kingdom holdin’ ’er gently, hopin’ tu put her tu bed in the royal chamber, but she stirs in me arms, rubbin’ ’er eye as if instinctually knowin’ we’ve made it home.
“Are we there yet?” she groans an’ I smile, kissin’ the top o’ ’er head.
“Aye, we’re ’ere,” I tell ’er an’ she sits up smilin’, but ’er mouth drops open an’ a gasp escapes ’er sexy lips at the golden twin towers that soar above, wrapped in ivy, their windows glowin’ wit’ soft, golden light an’ vast green an’ gold land ripe wit’life…
“By the Source!” she gapes in awe. “It’s beautiful,” she breathes.
“Not ’alf as beautiful as the queen who now rules it,” I murmur an’ she frowns, but we enter the massive carved gate an’ horns sound. Laid befer us are all the citizens, the nobles, warriors, and pack members, evera last one o’ the people o’ our kingdom.
“All hail the Queen Emerald!”their voices ring out in unison.
Emerald stiffens in me arms, startled. I set ’er gently on ’er feet, but dinna let her go.
“M-Murdoch… w… what’s this?!” she panics an’ I chuckle at ’er adorable reaction.
“T’is,” I whisper against her ear. “Is the freedom yu won… not jus’ gold, but a kingdom, a people, a mate… a king who would upturn the world fer yu.”
“I… I … I don’t … I don’t know what to say. Me… a r-real queen?”
“Not jus’ any queen, but me precious queen. Jus’ say yu accept… t’at’s enough fer me.” I take ’er ’and, bowin’ at ’er feet jus’ as our people follow all o’ us kneelin’ at’er feet.
“I’ll always choose you,” she murmursForever.She speaks t’rough our bond an’ I kiss ’er ’and again.
Fereva.
The End…
“I’ll worship yu, evera night... evera life,” he vows, voice husky, lips brushing my skin. “Yer me queen. Me mate. Mine.”’
“You better,” I chuckle, unable to keep my eyes open any longer.
Epilogue
MY QUEEN
Murdoch
She has’na woken up fer hours. Even after I stepped t’rough the portal an’ I made the long trek tu me land, I jus’ cradle ’er in me arms, occasionally kissin’ the top o’ ’er ’ead like the precious one she is.
I wanted tu wake ’er but I dinna ’ave the ’eart tu du it… she’s finally restin’ after days o’ ’avin’ nightmares about the Hunt. Even t’ough she was ready tu leave, she begged me tu allow us tu stay until we got the results o’ the otha hunts. After they were ova, she jus’ collapsed from exhaustion, relief, an’ sadness. Me precious one deserves rest an’ recovery… an’ me desire jus’ tu see ’er smile an’ hear ’er voice should’na supersede t’at.
Instead, I jus’ carry ’er an’ enter intu the gates o’ our kingdom holdin’ ’er gently, hopin’ tu put her tu bed in the royal chamber, but she stirs in me arms, rubbin’ ’er eye as if instinctually knowin’ we’ve made it home.
“Are we there yet?” she groans an’ I smile, kissin’ the top o’ ’er head.
“Aye, we’re ’ere,” I tell ’er an’ she sits up smilin’, but ’er mouth drops open an’ a gasp escapes ’er sexy lips at the golden twin towers that soar above, wrapped in ivy, their windows glowin’ wit’ soft, golden light an’ vast green an’ gold land ripe wit’life…
“By the Source!” she gapes in awe. “It’s beautiful,” she breathes.
“Not ’alf as beautiful as the queen who now rules it,” I murmur an’ she frowns, but we enter the massive carved gate an’ horns sound. Laid befer us are all the citizens, the nobles, warriors, and pack members, evera last one o’ the people o’ our kingdom.
“All hail the Queen Emerald!”their voices ring out in unison.
Emerald stiffens in me arms, startled. I set ’er gently on ’er feet, but dinna let her go.
“M-Murdoch… w… what’s this?!” she panics an’ I chuckle at ’er adorable reaction.
“T’is,” I whisper against her ear. “Is the freedom yu won… not jus’ gold, but a kingdom, a people, a mate… a king who would upturn the world fer yu.”
“I… I … I don’t … I don’t know what to say. Me… a r-real queen?”
“Not jus’ any queen, but me precious queen. Jus’ say yu accept… t’at’s enough fer me.” I take ’er ’and, bowin’ at ’er feet jus’ as our people follow all o’ us kneelin’ at’er feet.
“I’ll always choose you,” she murmursForever.She speaks t’rough our bond an’ I kiss ’er ’and again.
Fereva.
The End…
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