Artemisia My heart beats into my throat as I arrive on the training fields. I look around but Fynn is nowhere to be seen.‘Guess he sensed you were coming, and ran away from you,’ Cassy sneers, making my stomach turn. “The stables.” A melodic voice tears me out of my thoughts, making me look at a bunch of warriors grinning at me. “I’m sorry. What?” I ask confused. The young warrior laughs, and his colleagues follow him. “You are looking for Fynn, aren’t you? He went to the stables.” “Oh,” I say, nodding like a stupid toy. “Yes, thank you.” I start walking towards the stable as another man shouts after me, making the men laugh again. “Good luck!” “Thanks.” I wave without turning around, acting like it didn’t bother me. ‘How immensely respectful they are.’ Cassy laughs at me, and I keep myself from halting in my tracks, even if it was a mean blow. ‘Feeling particularly mean, Cassy? How nice to see you in top form again.’ I try to hide how hurt I am as I try to reach the place
Artemisia I gulp as I keep myself from being impressed by the sparks exploding on my skin and traveling down my neck and chest. No matter how much I try, I can’t remember ever feeling such a strong reaction towards anyone. I would prefer I remembered something like this as it pains me that it must be with him. “Let me go!” I say through clenched teeth, but he increases his grip, making me whimper. I claw on his forearm instinctively, as if it would lead him to loosen his grip. “You enjoy it, do you? Teasing me because I’m not like my brothers.” He clenches and unclenches his jaw as he tilts his head, lowering his voice. “Making me pay for the fact that I’m not falling for you like they do.” Shaking my head to get out of his hold, I only get him to growl. “I don’t know what you are talking about! I just came to talk to you because of our fight.” “Sure,” he chuckles, tsking. “As if the princess would care to make peace with the plebeian scum, right?” My eyes widen as he leans ev
Artemisia “Oh, no, Missy, please!” I stop scrubbing the bottom of the dried-up fountain as Alberta makes me stop to look at her. Pushing my hair back, I see her running towards me completely shocked. “What are you doing here? Weren’t you arranging the flowers?” She asks, making the omegas working on cleaning the fountain around me hold their breaths. “Yeah,” I answer with a smile. “But we were done with it, and I figured my help was needed here.” I also needed to get some aggression out of my system and I figured that scrubbing would be a nice exercise to achieve that. Naturally, as I woke up, I smelled Fynn’s scent again. And since his disparaging words were constantly resounding in my head, it couldn’t possibly be, so I must have been hallucinating. Stupid me. And stupid mate bond. Also, my two other mates were walking around me on eggshells this morning, driving me crazy as this was absolutely the last thing I needed right now. On top of that, as I arrived at the
Artemisia “Hello, Missy.” Two young Omegas are smiling happily at me as I open the door. They are standing in front of my quarters with an army of trolleys.“Oh, hey girls. What are you bringing me?” They giggle as they answer, speaking in unison once again. “Dinner!” They push the trolleys through my rooms and out onto the balcony. I actually love this idea as the temperatures are still warm, and the summer night with its sounds and its atmosphere is quite romantic. I watch them arrange everything on a table they set on the terrace, and scoff as they keep me from helping. Finishing by putting a small vase with a rose onto the table, they both do a small curtsy before scurrying outside and closing the door behind them. “We will call for the Gamma right away, Missy. Enjoy your dinner and have a good night.” “Okay. Okay. Okay,” I breathe out, passing my hand over my short skirt. I suddenly feel terribly self-conscious about wearing a flowery dress with long puff sleeves as I sta
Artemisia “What’s with her?” He asks me, and I curse myself as I see the green sprinkles in his eyes disappearing. As he seems to perceive the change in the atmosphere, I’m disappointed to see how fast he adapts to it. He loses his flirtatious demeanor swiftly and replaces it with his usual caring worry for me. I should have known. Matthew is always like this, and I should have known that he would immediately react like this. I should have taken the chance and explained everything to him in bed. After getting some steam off. At least I woul
Artemisia“Do you want me to reject you, mate?” He asks me, sending a shudder down my spine. My breath hitches in my throat as I freeze, and he flashes me a wolfish smirk. “Do you want me to reject you?” He repeats, and now I shake my head immediately. “Then I don’t care!” He says, clenching his jaw. My heart halts in my chest as my brain struggles to process what he just said. “Huh?” I ask stupidly, watching him take a step to reduce the distance between us. Leaning in, he speaks directly into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I don't care, love.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss on my neck, and a low moan escapes my lips. “You are my mate and you are mine.” A purr rumbles through his chest as he breathes me in, making me feel like my legs are about to turn into jelly. “If the prick wants to reject you, I don’t care. More for me!” I whimper as his declaration hits me right in my core. Straightening back up slightly, he lets his gaze roam on my face, moving it from my lip
ArtemisiaI wake up feeling like I’m burning up from the inside. Clasping the sheets I’m entangled in, I draw a few steady breaths trying to calm myself and reduce the pain. What the hell? I was asking myself how long it would take me to get into heat when they would keep playing around like this, but I didn’t think it would start so soon. Maybe they thought it would be easier for me to take all of them if I went into heat. And seeing that it’s three mates, the time span for a she-wolf to go into heat might be way shorter. And still… This feels different from what has been described to me by my mother. Instead of feeling that overpowering desire, I feel pain. Excruciating, all-consuming, burning pain that seems to come from inside of me. As a medical practitioner, I try to analyze my symptoms immediately, but my brain seems to be blocked by the agony. Opening my eyes, I find Matthew already looking at me. His drowsy eyes scan my face worriedly. “Are you okay?” He asks, and I
ArtemisiaI can’t recognize the voice, and yet, it sounds incredibly familiar. It feels as if it had always belonged in my head. Is his wolf talking to me? Inhaling sharply, I open my mouth to say something but my voice fails me miserably. Instead, I chose to move my hand up to pull down the border of my blanket, exposing me to him, as he instructed me to. The red flecks that have appeared in his eyes take over the entire iris, glowing intensely as Fynn flashes me a wolfish smile. I ignore my heart beating into my throat because of the intensity of the situation, and I pull my blanket further down. He moves on his knees, adjusting to me pushing the blanket completely off me with my feet. Before I can even grasp my head around what is happening, he has grabbed me and pulled me beneath him. As he hovers over me, still completely silent, he lets his lips and nose scan my skin, nearly touching it, leaving goose bumps on the way. My heart squeezes in my chest as my body burns up ag