RED ( Twisted Forbidden Tales) Book Two

Walden Yeah, I was surprised I made the list. A Kingdom Ambassador? Was it even worth it? Finding out your family was one f****d up mess and the cause of so many disasters throughout the realms, was only one of the fatal blows I had yet to receive. Queen Talia, as she went by now, hit me swiftly and quickly. The note she slipped me was just the beginning of a very real wake-up call. Now, I am sitting here in the Woody Tavern in the Forbidden Forest Badlands, drinking my sorrows. Although Pepper was giving me her awesome lips, tongue, and mouth service in one of the private lounges in the back of Woody Tavern, it was difficult to focus. My mind kept wandering. Grandma Chrissy had killed my mother, Rose. I thought she loved me the most. My father, Finnigan, had r***d his own cousin and had no remorse. Not to mention my own grandmother, who was Talia’s aunt, was a serious mind f**k. The visions I saw on repeat in my mind were downright haunting. They were sick with greed and my stupidity had made me a part of it. The second blow came the next day after having their remains burned. Inside my father’s chambers lay a secret. I wasn’t King Finnigan’s son at all. My father had long been sterile, from the effects of Talia’s blood curse. Now, he was dead. Who exactly my father was? Rose was also dead. There was no way to ask her either. My body couldn’t help releasing all the pent-up frustration. After all, this was Pepper. Whoever would have thought a girl who looked as innocent as her would enjoy this type of work? A shepherdess at its finest, this service was made for them. After drinking every last drop, Pepper stood up and licked her lips. I knew from the look in her eyes that she wanted more, but tonight it just wasn’t in me. “Maybe next time babe,” I said, promptly tucking my rod back in and zipping my pants up. Then I placed a hefty-sized pouch on the small table beside the sofa and made my leave. I needed to put my affairs in order before my journey began. The funny thing is, what the hell my affairs were supposed to be when I no longer had anything left? The third blow in my life came a few days later. I no longer had a home, or more like I did, but I wasn’t used to the space though. A small cabin in the woods, lent to me by Talia, who once lived there with The Seven. At least my acceptance of the ambassadorship came with some benefits. Talia never faulted me for anything, nor did she treat me badly. All the friends I thought I had, plus the ones that were as close as family, turned their backs on me. Basically, to them, I was nonexistent. I wasn’t as important as I thought I was and this feeling was one I was unfamiliar with. It hurt, but at the same time, I didn’t want to wallow in my emotions. We will be leaving in a month's time, each with our own tasks. A meeting with my fellow ambassadors would be held two days before everyone took off on their journeys. Mine was concealed in the note, now letters that Talia slipped me. In a way I was afraid to open it, the truth so far had been a nasty pill to swallow. The more I resisted reading it, the more it wouldn’t let me go. As time got closer to my journey, the note magically began growing into letters. Finally, I gained the courage to read the first page, a rage built in me at every word. The fourth and final blow was too hard to accept. My grandmother was never innocent once. Rose and Christine held a secret together, one so sinister I wanted to revive them if I could just kill them again. I always had an insatiable appetite, that I filled with s*x, booze, and at times drugs. A major jerk to many, the minute I came of age. It was the only thing that helped me cope. The Dark Woods always called for me, but my father Finnigan had kept me far from it just because Grandma said so. Now I finally know why. I was a Night Wolf from the very beginning. In fact, I was one of the Hybrid Princes. Man, Talia was relentless with her truth bombs, they packed major punches. Too bad I could never blame her. This letter-tracking spell came from her mother. Delia found out many things about Christine which she added in this letter, but before her death, she didn’t send a message, but cast a spell over her sister. I’ve heard of tracking spells before, but never one to this extent. One so powerful that it still activated after death. This spell documented every moment of Christine’s life. The secrets she thought she had well hidden would finally be exposed. Each person that was affected would receive one and know the truth behind everything she had done. This magic would reveal itself upon Christine’s death.