CLARA"What would a girl her age like?" I pondered as I scanned the pieces of jewelry adorning the necks of perfect mannequins scattered across the store. "...what would Lydia want?" I wanted something expensive yet elegant. It was the type of person she was. I did not want the girl to believe for a second that I was beginning to manage her. Half f me suspected she was only being this way with me because of the power I held and the kindness I had displayed to her and while I did feel a slight prick by the heart for my supposed selfishness, I knew I was doing the right thing."Clara, tell me you do not intend to use Lydia to bait your son in tonight's banquet?"I flicked my head to the side and what did you know, it was Elliot tossed to the side like the devil on my shoulder. Why was he here, I wondered as I lifted a piece of jewelry that caught my fancy to the face. The necklace was a simple silver chain with a scarlet stone as big as a grape dangling at the end. It would contrast Lyd

FIONA"Did you like that?" Alexios asked with lust still heavy in his voice. I was by my side when he threw the question, probably still reeling from his post-orgasm daze. A tear escaped my eyes as I did my best to put on a brave voice, but deep inside I was trembling. I had come here wanting to know everything; now, I felt terrified. I did not understand what was happening and why it was happening to me. Performing the glamour spell to look like Lydia was a mistake because it showed me a truth I still didn't want to see. I trembled remembering the Seer's utterances. It was true. All of it was valid. Alexios had cheated on me. It didn't matter that it was still me. He has no idea it was me. Yet, he had sex with me. Mind blowing sex we had never shared as a couple. Not to mention that he marked me. A feat I had failed to make him perform. Alexios had always claimed that he was only waiting for the bond to overcome him and I had believed him. “Yes, I did,” I replied, trying my best to

ALEXIOS They arrived by the dozen, each sporting expensive looking masks decorated in gold and silver that hid their identities entirely. Everyone present wore a new dress or suit which would be discarded after the night was past. I could smell the scent of new permeate the room. In the sky, the moon provided a natural disco ball and lighting into the house which held the main event. Greetings were offered out along the gravel path, some to me as dainty fairy lights added a surplus amount of color to the parade of footsteps. The gifts exchange had already begun when I found my way across the lawn to get a drink - a bottle of Rose in return for a clear mind which would be lost to the hawk-eyed scroungers of the party. I felt like they could see through me. I wondered why I hadn't felt that same guilt when Lydia had undressed herself hours ago. I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy every single second of it. Now. Now it just felt wrong. A sweet melody was drifting through the b

LYDIA He was jealous. How... Why was he jealous? The glare they both sent each other was unnerving. Alphas had the pride of lions and the brute nature of silverback gorillas. If something wasn't done to cut them off soon. A fight would ensue. My eyes traveled to where Clara sat. The grand luna was standing now, clearly worried as to the situation arising in the middle of the ballroom. Questioning eyes also followed. People wanted to know what was happening and why two men seemed to be fighting against themselves for my sake. "Yours? She is a consort?" Archie queried, removing the mask that covered the half of his face. I was greeted by thick brows, pleasant full lips, and a chiseled jaw. It would be a shame if Alexios unable to control himself punched him. In seconds, this whole confrontation could go wrong. "She is my slave." Alexios spat.The whole room suddenly went quiet. Maybe that wasn't true. The truth was that my system completely stopped working when he said that. I was

LYDIAHis lips plundered mine like soft rosebuds. It reminded me of the color red. Hot and demanding, a veritable sexual force. Better than the ones I had resigned myself in when I had my daydreams, better than the ones that popped up even in my nightmares. How could someone I hated be so intense, so skilled? Alexios 's proficiency to overwhelm my judgments with the slightest touch of his strong hands, let alone his glorious mouth, frightened me. He nipped at my lower lip, surprising me. I hated the whimper of longing that escaped my throat. For a brief moment, I realized that kissing Alexios Rose should mortify me but for a brief movement, I let the mate bond get the better of me. It was the only reason I was doing this. I let the words of my kindred wolf get into my head. I let lust prevail and it was sadly winning. However, common sense did return and when it did, my stomach careened and my legs quivered. I was enjoying it when I shouldn't. It was all shades of wrong. Alexios Ro