Prophecy Series: Artemis' Prophecy Part 2
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Daphne Anders
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Selene and Artemis are bound by fate and fireâbut the kingdom isnât convinced. Whispers rise, loyalty wavers, and even Artemis' own blood can't be trusted. As war crashes through the palace gates, Selene and Artemis stand shoulder to shoulder, fighting for more than survivalâtheyâre fighting for their bond. But with betrayal in the air and pressure mounting from every side, the cracks in their connection start to show. Can their love weather doubt, danger, and a kingdom divided? Or will the weight of destiny pull them apart? One thingâs certain: love might just be the most dangerous battle of all.
Chapter 1
From the Universe of Prophecy: Artemisâs Prophecy Part 2
SELENE
When I finally stirred awake, I felt dizzy, as if my head were spinning around and around in circles and refused to stop.
My entire body achedâmy mind, my heart, even my muscles.
I squinted as a ray of light hit my pupils, and I closed my eyes again.
The fading scent that remained in the room overwhelmed all my senses, making me lift my nose high to inhale the intoxicating, perplexing smell.
I forced my eyes open and eventually took in my surroundings with wide, curious eyes.
I was in a bedroom, but it wasnât the bedroom I was accustomed to staying in.
The king-size bed was lined with velvet red sheets, a blanket, and even pillowcases, along with red velvet curtains.
The color was almost cherry-likeâdeep and vividly red.
My eyes tracked farther across the room, admiring the carvings of sacred depictions along the wooden crown molding.
Along the wooden corners were beautifully carved decorations depicting wolvesâtwo wolves facing a moonâand lines of trees.
The room was exquisite and looked as if it belonged to a king himself.
The longer my eyes scanned across the room, the more I believed that the room actually might belong to a kingâArtemis.
A smell lingered inside the room; it was familiar but different from Artemisâs scentâit was intoxicating, comforting, and also riveting.
It was a combination of every scent I lovedâfresh pine, spring wildflowers, and the scent of the forest after it rains.
Artemis didnât have this scentâI hadnât recognized it on him before, so this couldnât be Artemisâs room; it had to be someone elseâs.
Maybe his brotherâs?
Or maybe I was out of the palace already and somewhere else?
I pressed myself up almost immediately into a seated position and pushed my back into the wooden headboard.
I mustâve moved a little too quickly because my head accidentally hit the top of the headboard and made a loud knocking sound.
âOw,â I muttered, rubbing my head until I felt a small bump on it.
Footsteps sounded from behind the door, and I found myself fixing my posture almost immediately, without even a reason to do so.
The door cracked open, and in walked Artemis, the undersides of his eyes darker than they usually were, as a thin, strained smile lined his lips and his curly brown hair draped over his forehead.
My face turned in confusion as I realized I was, in fact, sitting in Artemisâs bed and inside his room after all.
âGood morning,â he replied, his strained smile widening as his eyes tracked over my face, taking in my wide eyes along with my thin, pressed lips.
âGood morning,â I stuttered, eventually clearing my throat and softening my gaze.
âWhat am I doing here?â I asked almost immediately.
A frown turned on his lips as his gaze traced mine.
âYou passed out. Youâve been out for about eight hours. I was hoping youâd wake soon.â
âWhat happened?â I asked, but as I did, the memories flashed through my mind.
A voice sounded through my mind, an unfamiliar one that I somehow recognized. It was a female voiceâsoft yet commanding.
The Moon Goddess was speaking to me somehow.
The word mate swirled around in my head without cessation.
I remembered.
My eyes met his, and I felt every inch of my body ignite with a surge of energy as our eyes locked and the truth was accepted.
âBut it canât be,â I argued, unable to accept the truth even though I felt it in my bones, even though I heard the Moon Goddess speak to me, even though my skin begged to touch his. Still, I wanted to argue and rationalize.
âIt is,â he replied, causing me to clamp my mouth shut.
It took me a few seconds to even think of a valid argument.
âBut ArtemisâŠit canât beâŠthe bond wouldâve shown immediately. Weâre both of age, weâve been with each other for weeks, I neverâŠfelt the bondâŠuntil now,â I stammered, confused and scared.
âBut it is, Selene. We are bonded. You are my fated, and I am yours. Iâm not sure how, but itâs true.â Artemis shook his head, almost as if he didnât believe it himself.
My mouth went dry. I stared at him, trying to make sense of something that made no sense at all.
The bondâŠit didnât just happen out of nowhere. It was instantaneous, wasnât it? It wasnât something known from the very first touch or the very first glance. I had felt somethingâbut I never felt the bond before. At least, I didnât think so.
And yet, here we wereâweeks into knowing each other, and only now did the bond choose to awaken within my mind and body?
âI donât understand,â I whispered, more to myself than to him.
But he heard it, anyway.
Artemis stepped closer, his movements slow and hesitant.
His eyes shimmered with something I hadnât seen beforeânot the usual confidence or calm command.
No, this was uncertainty. Vulnerability.
Maybe even fear. Fear that I would run away and disappear as soon as I could.
Fear that he would lose his mate before he even had the chance to truly have one.
âI felt it the second you collapsed,â he said. âLike something innate snapped into place. Like Iâd been blind this whole time, and suddenlyâŠI could feel it.â
His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
My heartbeat thundered in my chest, causing my breathing rate to accelerate.
âSelene,â he said, kneeling beside the bed, his fingers brushing the edge of the red velvet blanket.
âI canât tell you why the bond was dormant for as long as it was, but I do know that this is realâthat what weâre feeling right now is real. You heard the Moon Goddess too, didnât you?â
I nodded slowly, my fingers curling around the blanket as I pressed my eyes closed. âThe Moon Goddess.â
His breath hitched, and for a moment, silence existed between us, filled only by the sound of our shared breaths.
âBut it canât be, after all Iâve done to you,â I whispered before I could stop myself.
Guilt weighed heavy on me, as if it were a part of my being.
His expression falteredâbarelyâbut I saw it. The flinch behind his eyes.
He looked away. âI know, but I forgive you.â
I didnât deserve his forgivenessâin fact, I deserved anything but his forgiveness at the moment.
Yet, still, he was offering it to me, as if it were something I could easily accept.
I shook my head, trying to blink away the tears that had started to form at the corners of my eyes.
âYou shouldnât,â I said, my voice cracking. âYou shouldnât forgive me so easily. You donât even know everything Iâve done⊠everything Iâve kept from you. I donât deserve your forgiveness, Artemis.â
His eyes snapped to mine then, the softness in his gaze turningânot out of anger, but firm conviction.
âSelene,â he repeated, my name falling from his lips like it was a sacred vow. âThe Moon Goddess pairs wolves for a reason. The bond is infinite.â
His hand reached for mine, but he didnât touch me.
He stopped just centimeters away from my hand, hovering his hand in midair and leaving the space openâleaving me the choice to touch his skin.
âItâs a big decision, one you will need time to think about, Iâm sure. But I wonât let you carry guilt that isnât yours alone. Victorâs son, not much unlike him, is a corrupter. He twists your thoughts and uses your trust and relationship against you in order to manipulate you and solidify his plan. Whatever happened beforeâwhatever it is you think I canât handleâI can. I am stronger than I look, Selene.â
A lump formed in the pit of my throat.
I looked at our hands hovering close to each otherâsâhis hand was steady and waiting; mine was trembling with the weight of emotions I couldnât describe.
And then, slowly, I let my fingers brush against his.
The bond pulsed like an accelerated heartbeat between us. I felt the surge of electricity jolt from our connection.
My breath caught, and I lost the ability to think for a moment.
There it was. The invisible bond, connecting us and binding us together.
Our bond has always been meant to beâbut for some reason the Moon Goddess waited to ignite the bond and set our courses forward.
âIâm scared,â I admitted.
âI know,â he whispered back. âSo am I. Even a king can be scared.â
We sat there in silence, in the red velvet dim glow of the room, as the sunlight beamed through the curtains, like an invisible companion to our bond.
For a second, I forgot about my guilt. I forgot about my betrayal.
And so did Artemis.
And maybeâŠthat was enough for now.
