Celena's Pack Book#2: The Magical Jinn

By R.L. Wilson

My life is a disaster. I thought I was free. Turns out, that was just a cruel fantasy.

The bastard found me. Now I'm living my worst nightmare. I'm in a hellhole, bound to the fae prince, and I'm not okay with that.

When an opportunity to escape presents itself, I'm all for it…Until I find out, I have to perform necromancy to win my freedom.
That's a problem—a problem that's strictly forbidden by the Jinn gods. Spending eternity with the fae prince is worse than repercussions for breaking the rules.

I reluctantly do it and summon the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But there's a darkness that dwells within her,
And I've awakened it. Now what?

This is the second installment of Celena's pack. A urban fantasy with a slow burn romance where there's no need to choose. Prepare for a sassy heroine and three swoon worthy shifters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Exquisite Novelty Publishing LLC
• Release date: May 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215514139

R.L. Wilson

From early life R.L. started writing short stories. Raised on Star Trek, E. T. and Ghost Busters, she found herself infatuated with imagination. Her writing is influenced by many, with J. K. Rowling being the most influential. When she is not writing or plotting her next book, she spends time with her husband, three children and two cats.

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Chapter One

Prince stands on the cracked pavement, a nasty sneer on his face and his snake eyes fixed on the cab. My heart lunges into my throat while I stare into the face of the cruel demon, one I hoped to never see again. He lowers himself onto the hood and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting. I silently curse the bastard for refusing to release me. The car is dead silent, except for the heavy breathing from the driver. What the hell do I do now?

I had already thought about this possibility, although I never made a plan. As I sit in the middle of this shit storm, my mind is blank. There’s no need for a war over me. I can’t live with blood on my hands. Yes, I’m scared as hell. But it was my desperation to flee the mansion that caused this disaster. It’s my fire to extinguish, not the guys’.

Car doors slam one after another, and the sound echoes like a crack of thunder. I don’t want to look, but I’m concerned about Jeremy. His scowl could sink the titanic. He grips the door handle, and I just about explode. Before I could scream, Adam chimes in.

Hold it. Jeremy. Adam demands. Don’t go flying off the edge. We must think rationally.

What is there to think about? he responds, but he slowly releases the handle from his grip.

Fear is an understatement. I’m mortified. I can’t remember a time when I was more frightened. But it’s time I face the music.

I shoot my gaze outside the car window to see nearly a dozen men all standing in defense. In the sea of guards, I locate Blake. His nonchalant stance and his sunglasses hide his anger, but I’m sure there’s a fire brewing. His presence alone is enough to make the hairs on my arms stand up.

Without saying a word, Prince and his army said everything. Give us Celena and you all can leave in peace. One piece.

I lower my head, realizing that I’m caught with nowhere else to run. Guys, they want me, I state, breaking the awkward silence.

No, Zachary says. We can’t give up. A sharp edge of danger slices his words. His brown eyes pierce my heart. We have come too far.

I cut him off mid-sentence, twisting my gaze to his angelic face. I don’t want any bloodshed on my accord. Look around; we’re outnumbered.

The truth is, I’m tired. I’ve come to the end of the road. No more looking over my shoulders. Mentally, I give out the loudest scream ever. I won’t let Prince see me sweat.

Adam, what now? Jeremy questions.

Adam glances at the guards, then twists back to look behind us. The vein on his forehead is bulging, but he maintains his cool. We are going to lose this battle so we can win the war. His lopsided frown scares me. His voice was shaky, cracking even. It shows his fear, fear that I have never seen on him before.

Adam is the more level-headed one, while Jeremy is a loose cannon.

We will let you go for now. Adam stares me in my eyes with seriousness. But we will be back for you. We’ll never stop looking for you.

My body stiffens like a board. The thought of Prince’s necrotic hands on me races through my mind.

Adam grabs my hand, gently stroking the back. It settles me down.

I know we will meet again. I don’t know how, but I’m sure that Prince will not own me forever. It’s written in the stars.

Zach opens the door. My eyes dart everywhere in the car, desperate to get one last glimpse of any way I can free myself from this deadly situation. It has all boiled down to this. I have let grandma down. I’ve let Cierra down. Hell, I’ve let myself down.

Adam opens his door, and a gust of wind washes across my face. He steps out and waits for me. I put on my brave face, but sweat is racing down my back like rain. My heart is thundering like a storm. But I was built tough and I won’t let this break me.

Zach and Adam both grab me by my hand. I swallow the lump in my throat and force my feet to move forward. Each step toward Prince is like stepping on knives. The closer I get to him, the smaller my soul becomes. I have become a helpless girl under his gaze. But I will not scream or beg for his mercy. I stare him in the eyes, as if I’m fearless.

Several of his guards rush to his side like well-trained puppies. He holds a hand up, signaling them to stop.

Well, if it isn’t the thieves and my missing Jinn.

I shoot him a sharp frown. I did not realize how much I hate him until now. Hate is a strong word, but it matches my feelings. The enormous amount of fear I once had is replaced with rage.

Fellas, you stole something that belongs to me. I’m not leaving here until Celena is in my arms. A smirk flirts about his lips, and I want to knock him into the middle of next year. He slightly turns his face toward Jeremy, and I notice a scar. It looks like someone has beaten me to the punch.

Unless you want a war, he spits.

No war, Adam responds. He hesitates then releases my hand from his grip. Zach does the same. His hands are warm and clammy. Anger is brewing within him. I just hope he doesn’t explode now.

Shouldn’t Celena choose where she wants to go? Zach questions.

Hell no, Prince scoffs. She belongs to me. Let’s go, Celena. he yells, then yanks me by the arm, pulling me to him. His grip is harsh and painful. I’m sure my delicate skin will be bruised.

My nostrils flare and my temperature rises. I yank my arm away from him. I’m not a rag doll.