Tatiana. It was all me… I don't know what came over me. My wolf had come forward and done something embarrassing like clinging to Roy but when we went into the blonde's house and I saw their faces so close to each other, breathing the same air, I lost it. I've never been one to lose control. No. My etiquette training wouldn't allow it. It doesn't matter how upset I am. I'm not supposed to throw a fit, use bad language, or engage in a fight. But when I saw the female that he didn't even bother to introduce to me keep glancing at him while he leaned over to see what she was doing, my mind reeled, the ugly feeling of jealousy surged in my heart and I growled the words out before I could stop myself. I was so angry. Now I understand why people curse. The words leave your mouth before you can stop them and I can't believe I’m saying this but they make you feel better. To be honest, I don't know why I reacted so strongly. It could be my wolf amplifying my emotions but all I wan

***** Warning: Contains some violent scenes. Read with caution***** Tatiana. I'm an expert when it comes to slowing down my breathing and pretending to be asleep. I heard Roy when he came out of the bathroom. I felt his scorching gaze on me. The reason I pretended to sleep was because I didn't know how to act. The look in his eyes when I was on his lap showed that he wanted to do something with me tonight and I don't know if I'm ready for that… He still hasn't asked the most important question. I may be attracted to him and sure he's irresistible but I'm going to stick with mating after marking. Gena told me so many stories of how men used women and dumped them after having a taste. I need to know Roy will make me his before giving myself to him. I finally asked him the thing that had been niggling in the back of my mind and he was very blunt in his response. Still, I found an excuse for him, asking if his Lycan who I now know as Timber kills anyhow. This is because I re

Tatiana. Call me weird but Roy’s touch was making me feel a whole lot better. My eyes are closed because I can’t dare stare at him as he works his enormous hands on my body. Only female handmaidens helped me with my bath back at the castle and it never felt like this… This… it feels different. His touch… sparks are flying wherever his hands caress my skin. Is it possible for someone to make you feel like you’re being electrocuted but in a good way? Tingles keep sizzling through me as he ever so lightly rubs the sponge on my body, washing away my shame. Unlike the way I felt disgusted when those goons touched me, I don’t feel repulsed or violated with his hands working gently all over my body. For a large pair of hands, they sure are soft and tender. I wonder what else they can do well... There’s nothing sexual about the way he’s washing my body. I’m relaxed and I feel safe with him… I know he wouldn’t hurt me. I feel his hand trail between my legs and my eyes fly open, on

Roy. Something is going on in the woods and I'm determined to find out what. There have been reports by my warriors of them catching strange scents in the forest. It's like there is an enemy lurking in the shadows and they are very good at hiding. That or someone does come and go after spying on us. I vowed to protect my pack members so I've been very busy tracking these strange scents with my best tracker, Marcus while Artis took care of protecting the pack and of course her. It may look like I had left her alone but there was always someone watching her during training. Oric and Lyson searched with me although Lyson was acting a bit strange and I was starting to think he was too young for the burden of protecting the pack because he looked stressed out. I still remember the day I found him. He was weak and dehydrated but he kept fighting to stay alive. The pup had a lot of self-loathing. He had this strong need to be recognised. When his family threw him away, it br

Tatiana. “Stop giving me mixed signals. It’s either you want me or you don’t,” I hiss, clenching my hand into a fist. It hurts so bad. What is his face made of? Concrete? “Tatiana–” He growls but I’m not scared of him. I look up at him with defiance. “Don’t Tatiana me. What? You hoped I would fall to my knees in gratitude for what you did after you let them treat me like that in the first place?” I scoff and roll my eyes. He is so full of himself. I felt so stupid out there… so hopeless… it still hurts. “Is your hand ok?” I raise my head to look at him. His eyes are fixated on the hand I had used to slap him with a deep frown on his face. I hide my hand behind me. “It’s none of your business.” It’s still painful. I should have known for him to have such a perfectly chiseled jaw, it would be painful to hit him. He didn't even flinch in pain. He steps closer and I seize breathing. I don’t want him close… he makes me lose my senses and right now, I don’t want that. I’m upset