Rhiannan POV
It started with sore muscles and whispers in the damn halls.
And not the sexy kind.
After the royal moan fest that echoed from the shower the night before (RIP to the dignity of every servant within a ten mile radius), the castle had gone real quiet. That eerie hush before the storm kind of quiet. I cracked my neck like a war goddess waking from a nap and rolled my shoulders until something popped with satisfying finality.
"Alright, darlings," I called out, voice still scratchy from screaming... in a fun way. "Fun's over. Time to train like we don't wanna die."
Barefoot and bruised, I stood in the center of the courtyard glowing like chaos herself..long auburn waves messy as hell, glowing tattoos humming under sun kissed skin, black battle leathers hugging every curve like a second skin. My dragon mark shimmered across my ribcage under my crop top, and on my arm.. Sable's fresh horn sigil burned golden against my collarbone like a brand of lust and loyalty. My wolf and panther glittered on my shoulders.
I looked like violence kissed with divinity.
And my five mates?
Oh, honey.
They stood around me in a semi-circle, shirtless, glistening, and stretching like gods on a mission to destroy the concept of modesty. Every inch of them was carved, dripping with sweat, muscles flexing with every movement. It was a miracle the marble courtyard didn't spontaneously combust.
FaeNet lost its collective damn mind.
💬 "IS SHE TRAINING IN A CROP TOP? OMFG #GodsBlessUs"
💬 "Two dicks?? A demon with a BENDY SNAKE DICK?? And she STILL walks like a queen???"
💬 "My man can't survive me on my period. This bitch is out here running a battalion with abs and five soulmates."
I sliced through the first training dummy with a single flick of my wrist, sparks flying from the enchanted blade. Someone screamed in delight. FaeNet reels were already being made in real time. Coins, scrolls, and fucking enchanted lingerie flooded my inbox.
But fan girls had nothing on the shitstorm happening in that courtyard.
Arwen tried to sneak up on me with all his pirate swagger and shadow tricks. Cute. I flipped him like a coin, smacked his ass midair, and winked.
"Try again, Prettyboy."
Kaleb hurled lightning bolts like he was auditioning for weather god of the year. I dodged, vamp-fast, until I grabbed his wrist, spun, and yeeted his alpha ass across the sparring ring.
"Less thunder. More fucking aim, babe."
Elisha came at me next...dragon claws gleaming, eyes full of fire. "I'm not holding back," he growled.
"You never were," I snarled, and we clashed like two storms colliding. Sparks. Smoke. The ground shook. We both walked away bruised, bloody, and grinning.
Then there was Liam. My favorite feral vampire slut.
He didn't even lift a weapon.
"I'm emotionally unavailable and horny. I just want snacks and titties."
I punched him in the face.
He moaned. "Thank you."
And Sable?
That bastard was silent. Still.
Until he transformed mid spar...massive wings snapping open, skin glowing with ancient runes, demon tail snaking around my ankle.
"Cheater," I whispered, catching my breath.
"Mate," he purred, pressing his lips to my cheek. Then he let me pin him...because he liked it rough, and submissive was just another word for dangerous with him.
By the time dinner hit, we were filthy, exhausted, and vibrating with power.
I plopped into a seat and inhaled roasted meat, sticky honeyfruit, and steaming bread like I'd just fought a god. Because I kinda had.
Gailia was next to me, giggling while her twin dragons fed her like overgrown bodyguards with emotional issues.
My mates? Still glaring at each other over the table like the food was a metaphor for something filthy and territorial. Again.
I licked some honey from my fingers and sighed.
"Peace is temporary. Horny chaos is forever."
FaeNet was buzzing. Again. Training clips leaked. Theories swirled. Shit, someone already posted fanfiction where Arwen and Kaleb made out mid-spar and I died from overstimulation. (Not that I'm mad about it.)
But one thing was clear.
The world was watching.
And we?
We were just getting started.
FaeNet exploded. Again. Probably for the sixth time that week.
I barely made it to the bath before Sasha pinged me with a priority scroll.
👤@SashaAI: "Hey babe. Just FYI, your latest sparring clip hit 1.2 million views. Trending in all realms. Also... someone started a petition to rename Tuesdays to 'Titty Training Day'. You're welcome."
I cackled. Of course they did. I adored the fae. I finally felt like I belonged.
A second ping. Comments flooding in from every kingdom, plane, and horny pixelated corner of the damn universe... I sighed loudly, diving in.
👤@ShadowDaddy666: 💬"Bro. BRO. SHE FLIPPED HIM MID-AIR AND SPANKED HIM. I ascended. I fucking ascended."
👤@FeralFaeFangirl: 💬"Training leathers? Glowing tattoos?? FIVE MATES?? And I'm still getting left on read by my situationship???"
👤@DemonDILFSAnonymous: 💬"I volunteer as training dummy. Hit me. Please."
👤@GoddessGaggedMe: 💬"If she punched me like she did Liam, I'd write poetry in blood. 🥵📝💀"
👤@QueenOfTheSnatchRealm: 💬"That moment when the demon tail wraps around her leg??? I screamed. My grandma screamed. My HOUSE screamed."
👤@SoftBoiSorcerer: 💬"I'm not gay but if Arwen smirked at me like that, I'd learn."
👤@DragonEggsAndThighs: 💬"Elisha's pecs need their own postal code. I want to mail myself there."
👤@LustyLibrarian69: 💬"Kaleb growling while throwing lightning??? Sir this is a divine realm not a kink dungeon..oh wait."
I swiped the interface away and snorted, barely able to contain my laughter as the tub filled with enchanted steam.
"They've officially lost their minds," I muttered.
Kaleb peeked around the bathroom door with a smug, shirtless smirk. "Is this about the clip where you threw me into the dirt?"
"Yup."
"Good." He winked. "I moaned a little on purpose. You're welcome."