She’d escaped me once. She’d not do it again. I am the brother of the Alpha of the Asara Pack. I did everything she asked of me. She was a queen up on her throne. I was her Captain of the Guard. Her secret assassin killing anyone who'd threaten her. I had declared my intent to claim her as my mate. And she had fled. Like the coward she is. Still she went ahead and seduced me, bidding me do whatever vile thing she commanded. Now she claims to rule this kingdom. However, her people are starving and her new fiancé is to blame. But will she hear a word of it? Of course not! Well, I've found a way to make her listen. To no longer allow her to deny what she really is. To rip her from her sanctuary amongst the humans. It's high time she learn a she-wolf’s place in this realm. She needs a real king, and it won't be that sniveling lord with designs on her. It's going to be me. She’ll learn I'm no longer hers to command. She is mine.
View MoreI shoved his pants down. He kicked off his botts and stepped from them. The sunlight playing over his bronzed body. And emphasizing every muscle. A glaze of sweat lingered on his skin. Making him glisten like sunlight on water. I turned my hand and dragged my nails up his abdomen and along his chest. He was still staring down at me in confusion. His arms stiffly at his sides. Because I’d made it clear I didn’t want his touch. Now I was yearning for it. But I’d have rather died than admit it. I caught him intimately in my hands. Feeling how his soft, velvety skin immediately began to harden beneath my touch. Rising to obey my commands. I pushed him backward. He took a long step. I shoved him again. He stumbled back another step. I caught the top of his shoulders and yanked him down. He obediently looked up at me as he lowered to rest on his elbows. Stretching his
I found myself inching up onto the windowsill. Yearning to come out. I balanced on my paws, teetering precariously. I looked down and assessed the drop from my chambers. Growling faintly in growing aggravation as I dropped back inside. Pacing further. I paced until I was so exhausted that I laid down and fell asleep on the cool floor. My head rested on my paws. When I awoke this time, I was a naked woman on the floor of my chamber, my head on the back of my hands. As I lifted it, I found what had awakened me. A maid had cracked my door and now stared at me in astonishment. “Get out!” I shouted at her. Enraged that she would intrude. I saw two knights peering through the crack in the door behind her. Glimpsing my bare backside and legs. “I said, get out!” She fumbled to set down a platter of food on a table near the door before sliding back out and pulling the door closed. I stood. Pulling on a loose, flowing gown. I couldn’t re
I had come out to the garden in the back of the castle, hoping it would be the one place Alaric wouldn’t think to find me. I never come out here. There was such peace and beauty here, I found myself truly relaxing for the first time in a sevennight. I could see the woods off in the distance. And knew that going out there would be like coming home. I’d come to this castle seeking freedom. But real freedom would be letting my wolf out. Letting her run until she couldn’t anymore. Hunting by snatching prey in my jaws. But that was how the Asara found me. When I turned into a wolf, it meant that males could smell me. And if it was near a Mating Moon, it meant that all of them could, for miles. So, I was like a trapped bird with wings clipped. Sitting in a gorgeous cage. I had everything I wanted. Yet, I was miserably unhappy. I saw maids moving beyond the open door of the Dance Hall leadi
I could think of nothing but him. Alaric. I moved through the solar and down into the Parlor but no matter where I went, I could see his yellow eyes glowing in the dark as he ducked beneath a branch to crouch before me. He’d been out there. Doing whatever he does. And my wolf had ran straight to him. Why is it always him? Of all the places I could go, all the people I could seek sanctuary with, why is it always him? I could hear his voice in my mind. “Because I’m your mate.” I shook that away. Banishing that thought. I was leaning against the window frame. Staring out. I felt a warm presence. Freezing as I saw strong arms wrapping the outsides of mine. Hands covering mine so when I jerked, I couldn’t leave that windowsill. I could feel the hard press of his body all along mine. The rigid length of his root already against my backside. Ready to enter me.
My response to his comment was immediate in my thoughts. Just as cruel as every other wolf. But I bit my tongue and watched him leave. Promptly going to work on a plan to slaughter wolves. But I had one primary obstacle. Which was even more frustrating because I wanted that obstacle to remain one. My King. The kindest man I’d ever know. I wouldn’t be able to act on anything as long as he was alive. He wouldn’t understand why I wanted to slaughter a species. He wouldn’t condone me sending his knights to kill mass populace. Which means I can do nothing until he is gone. But that made my heart ache. I sat on the edge of his bed today. Hoping against hope that it would never happen. That somehow, he could be as immortal as I was. Wolves could live long lives. Though they could be injured or killed, if they weren’t they aged at a much slo
That sickened me and made me tremble with fear. I can’t do it. Not after last night. We reached my chamber, and I hesitated outside it as he turned to go in. He took off his helmet. Exposing ruffled blonde hair and a sweaty brow. Which was currently furrowed. “What’s wrong with you?” I blinked at him. He caught my upper arm and pulled me into the chamber. I resisted, tugging away immediately and glaring at him. He snatched my waist and lifted me. Setting me inside the door. Which he was now closing. Sealing us inside. Alone. “I need to talk to-” He cut himself off as he tilted his head questioningly at me. “What’s wrong with you?” “What are you talking about?” I snapped. “Are you well?” He reached to put a hand on my shoulder. I dodged it. Ducking and moving out of reach in a long sidestep. He gave me an assessing look. “You stink of fear. Wha
“What do you want to know?” “Oh?” He tilted his head in interest. “No fight? No loyalty. Poor bitch you are.” He grinned. “Who will miss you if I take you to toy with.” “The King.” “I’m not worried about him.” “Alaric.” I blurted. Saying the first name which might dissuade him. He laughed coldly. “The Alpha’s brother. You’ll have to tell him what I do to you. I’d love to see his reaction.” What’s he going to do? I was so terrified I was beginning to shake. “Who is the Alpha?” “Draven. You clearly already know that.” “I did. I wanted to see if you’d lie.” He said blandly. “What fortifications do they have?” “The wall. Everyone knows that.” “Good.” He stroked his rigid bit a little faster. Huffing as he got more excited. It was long and thin with a scatter of moles over it. It looked like poison. “Who are the Border Guards?” “Jaecar, the Hayden trip
I slid off and onto the floor. Crouching in my thin chemise. Knowing that the meager light concealed very little. The wolf leapt forward and snatched at my shoulder. Teeth skimming enough to leave deep scratches along my shoulder and ripping open a scab along the side of my neck. Shredding one shoulder of my chemise. I turned onto my side and put two feet in its chest to throw it back. Fumbling on my nightstand for a weapon. The wolf lunged forward and caught the hem of my chemise near my thighs. Dragging it out and pulling me flailing from the bedstand. As it yanked me flat over the floor. I bit back a scream, worried about alerting the King’s Guard too early. My fear was beginning to make fur seep from my pores. Lifting the roots of my hair, as it ruffled in malcontent. My she-wolf badly wanted to come to the fore to defend me. I stomped her down. The wolf stepped over my legs and brought its fierce jaws down to look at me.
“I won’t ever go back to the pack!” I shouted. Jerking back from him and collapsing onto my back. Without missing a stroke, he framed my hips with his hands and began yanking me down to meet each stroke. “I didn’t say that.” He growled. I could see the tension moving through him and knew he was close. So was I, despite all my bitterness, hatred, and fury. The pleasure rippling through me would soon become impossible to hide. It was going to spill out of me. I wailed in frustration, self-pity and surrender. Clutching around him and slicking him with my lubricants as I vibrated inwardly. My muscles were flexing so hard they nearly hurt. Then quaking rhythmically until I’d sucked from him his climax. He gave a masculine shout that had to have been hard down the hall before he jammed into me to the hilt. Holding me down against him. Freezing there as he jerked raggedly. His arms twitching and his chest bulging with muscles which we
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