Not One In Eight

32. The Real End

Okay so someone asked if i was doing a sequal and I was like "You know what no. There was going to be but I decided against it so here is the end. Hope you like it!

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It’s been a month now and I haven’t seen David since we were broken up. He and his family had fled the moment they heard. They definitely had my back, what loyal kind hearted people they were.

“My Queen, they are awaiting your return.” A servant interrupted my train of thought. He was speaking of the fierce three, now four with me. I am the head of the council of creatures, basically there’s a representative for each species.

Four of which are above the rest. Obviously because I am the Queen and therefore have the highest ranking but the other three are a bit lower. They live with me in my father’s home; I never met them until after his death because he warned them away from me.

There’s the cocky and strong Adonis who is almost Emmett.2 except that he’s a werewolf. One of the strongest and oldest too, although he acts far younger than his age. He’s not overly tall and shorter than David but he’s built like a warrior. He has that surfer blonde hair and puppy like brown eyes. He’s extremely tan but that’s because he trains a lot, sometimes younger pups with a lot of potential to be warriors like him.

Then there’s Alexander, he’s the second oldest of the bunch and he looks it. Almost a thousand years old Alexander is only slightly above the average age a wizard becomes. He’s got the white beard and the long robe, he even has a hat to match. He only wears that for hard spells though.

Last but in his mind, definitely not least is Eric. He’s my least favorite of the group, my favorite being Adonis. Eric is a fairy and the oldest of the bunch, he beats the average for his kind by more than 1,500 years with him being 2,016 years old. He’s the next highest after me because of his age and his strategically brilliant mind. What I don’t like about his is the fact he won’t stop flirting with me, no matter how many times I inform him I have a mate. The only reason he wants to be with me is how powerful I am.

“Leave me.” I replied coldly as the servant scurried away fearfully. So I haven’t gotten a reputation as the “warm and fuzzy” Queen. Shut me that I’m lonely and bitter I have no family. The Blake family probably went back and fed my mom and sisters some BS about me being dead.

“Emmalie, get your butt out here and let’s go down for breakfast. You can’t mope in your room about your mate who stupidly left you. Maybe he’ll come back but maybe you’ll have to drag him back to you. Maybe you will never see him again but you can’t waste your life away. Come downstairs and I know you’ll feel better.” Eric said striding into my room, not caring for my personal space and property.

“Eric leave me be.” I growled get up and walking toward him menacingly.

“I don’t think so Em.” Eric continued walking towards me. When he was close enough we began to circle each other, a fight waiting to happen. For ones of us to push too far and the other not in the mood to be screwed with.

“It’s my life and I’ll live it how I want to live it. Don’t give me that whole ‘you’ll feel better’ BS. I don’t want to hear it, I’m not going down.”

“What about the kingdom?”

“What about the stupid kingdom?”

“How do you think they’re dealing with the fact their Queen is an empty shell and their King is so newly dead?”

“They’re dealing and so am I. I found out not so long ago my father was not dead and then he’s ripped away from me. Give me a better reason.” I challenged knowing good and well I was winning.