All Chapters of The Mad King's Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

Evelyn's POV Whoever thinks that a vacation in the desert is fun… is a fish.A big one at that.All pun intended… the desert should be deserted.The heat is oppressive, pressing down on me like I did something bad to it. The sands constantly try to blind me while the wind tries to uproot me from my feet. All-in-all, I think the desert hates me.And I hate it back. So, fuck you too desert.Seriously though, I don't know how the nomads do it. Waking up every morning feels like a death sentence to me. I wake each morning disoriented, my body stiff and my mouth dry. It's torture!But aside from the dreadful heat and the fact that the sun seems to want to be best friends with me… the journey so far has been… not that bad.After resting for a while to regain strength, I emerged from the tent. Although Zahra had given me her word about them not hurting Pip, I was a bit skeptical. It's not everyday you get to meet a pixie from another realm.But, she was thriving.She had already made frien

Evelyn’s POVThe prince is getting on my nerves.Seriously.My body reacts before my mind does.I sit up too quickly, wincing as a dull ache pulls through my lower abdomen. Healing is not complete. Lycan healing is fast but not fast enough to heal the injuries of pregnancy.I groan as I make my way to his small wooden crib. I literally just put him down…….I gather him into my arms.Alright,” I murmur, though my voice feels dry from lack of sleep. “I’ve got you.”He quiets almost immediately.That still surprises me,the fact that my presence calms another human being. The only person my presence has ever calmed is Pip and that is after she has given me a round of verbal bashing. That always calms her down.But calming my son… brings an entirely differ feeling.It’s freeing, like running in a meadow filled with flowers.I named him…..Arzhel. My bear prince.My carefully crafted prince.A prince I really need to feed, I think when I see tears welling up in his eyes again.I adjust my

Evelyn’s POV Dinner…. Dinner is something else.It’s louuudddd.It’s a lot different than dinner when we were in the tents. The dining hall is full by the time I step in. I had just fed and put Arzhel to sleep. Some of the people who traveled with us had already left earlier in the evening to return to their families, but many remained behind to eat and chat like they belonged here.We sit on low cushions around a long table crowded with food. Bowls of rice and roasted vegetables sit beside platters of meat glazed in spices I still can’t name properly. Warm bread is stacked high in woven baskets.The air smells of spiced stew, roasted meat, and something sweet I can’t quite place.The table is loud, everyone swapping stories of the journey and what has been going on in the city. It’s comforting to finally be in a calm environment.Someone at the far end of the table is recounting how one of the camels nearly kicked Safiya into a water trough.“It hated me for no reason,” Safiya com

Evelyn’s POV By goddess’ tits and all things milky……I overslept.And not by a little…. By a lot.The moment I woke up and saw sunlight already pouring through the curtains, panic slammed into me so hard I nearly fell out of bed._Pumplenickle!_By the time I am running through the hallway, my heart is pounding so bad I feel it reverberating in my head.I clutch my son closer to my chest as I make a sharp break into the maid’s quarters.Nadia opens the door almost instantly after my hurried, almost-banging knock.She’s one of the younger women from the caravan who stayed with Zahra’s household after the journey. Sweet-faced, warm and patient.And somehow completely obsessed with my child.She bursts into laughter immediately she gets a look at my disheveled appearance. I scowl at her. “It’s not funny.”She wheezes, clutching to the door. She snorts softly and takes my son from my arms carefully.“Go,” she says. “Before Zahra leaves without you.”I frown at her. No one knows about t