"You belong to me." Cold grey eyes hold mine, hard and searing. "Your moans, your tears, your screams, I own them all. Anyone who tries to take you away from me again will meet their deaths." My breaths come fast and I can only hold myself up on my elbows, thighs quivering around his head. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. _____ Gwen harbours a little secret. Okay, not exactly so little if it has the potential to pit important factions against each other and result in bloody wars. When Malcolm Blaine, the king of all werewolves, is captured, she's thrust into the limelight and the Hunters decide she's more than just a shy, unassuming scientist who works for them. She's put in charge of gaining his trust. But Gwen has never met someone so powerful, so intense and wildly passionate as he is cold and callous. He constantly pushes her boundaries and although his hardened exterior might tell otherwise, she suspects she affects him just the same. In a wicked twist of fate, he escapes Mount Pyre, the seat of the Hunters, and takes her his prisoner. As they battle dangerous enemies and strive to escape the Hunters, Loyalties are tested and sparks fly in this tale of forbidden love. When the threat of a more malicious enemy rises, Malcolm has to decide if he'll stay true to his kingdom, or risk it all just to have the woman he's coming to crave mind, body and soul...
View MoreTwo weeks later.__"How is he?""He's recovering, Luna," the healer says."How long until he's fully recovered?""We cannot know for sure, Luna. He might... He might not--""I want to see him.""Luna, I don't think that's advisable. He isn't in the best condition.""Step out of the way," I say.The guards standing post to the healer's wing tense, torn between letting me through and sparing me form seeing whatever's beyond. They relax when they see Elias approaching. The Elder comes to stand beside me, immediately reading the situation. He turns to me. "Come, Luna. Take a walk with me. I have important news for you."I hesitate, wanting more than anything to see Malcolm. His life is hanging on by a thread. Literally. Elenora's blade missed a muscle. And now, the healers are making the best they can out of it. Misery clamps around my chest. I'm not even sure I'm ready to see him. To Elias, I nod. "Lead the way."
Wind roars through my ears and my heart races at breakneck speed. I shut my eyes against the killing drop rushing up my face. A burst of power surges through me and with everything I am, I will wings of fire to sprout from my back.It doesn't work.Fear explodes within me and I cross my hands over my face, a last, useless attempt to shield my fall. But then I'm suspended in the air. My heart soars. A quick look behind shows me two flaming wings!I flex them, coming to a startling discovery. They feel just like limbs! I amp my speed, soaring high above the castle. I squint, shielding my eyes from the sun with one hand. In a distance, I make out a glinting blue current. On further inspection, I see it's a raging vortex. A portal? I start in that direction.One look below has me dragging in a breath. What is this place?Stretching the wide, deserted space are large mountains. White coats their soaring peaks, drifts of snow curling around the rocky spi
GWEN___For the umpteenth time, I let out a frustrated breath. Night has fallen over the building and despite my stomach nipping at me, I fight to direct fire through the tight ropes around my arms. All that comes out is a tendril if smoke. And with my arms bound, I have no hope of being able to control water.Herra Eunice's voice chooses at that moment to float into my mind. To weild fire, you have to become one yourself...Think, Astrid, what is the most furious you've been...Anxiety grips me. In Mount Ilya, Malcolm had been my sole reason for anger. Now that I've found I had no reason to hate him, I don't feel that dark thrill anymore, the one capable of summoning wings of fire, or even a paltry fireball.The doors open and in the moonlight, I make out long, white hair. I tense.Elenora's steps draw closer. When she stands before me, I have only a moment to take in the fresh leather of her boot before it comes flying into my face
The rest go to stand around a large crescent table a few feet away from the throne. They are all shaken, I can feel it, but they don't show it. The ease at which they do it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. This is a regular occurrence.The king looks around the room. "Anyone else think I'm being... Rash?""No, Your Highness," a man with shrewd green eyes says. "It's brilliant. The barbarian will be left with no choice than to honour our offer. He might rave and roar, but all that is inconsequential so long as we hold her life in our hands."When they all start to turn in my direction, I close my eyes.I have my first moment of terror. The girl that'd brought me here didn't realize I am not human, which leaves me to believe they don't either. But, his men had attacked I and Umber at Croatia. If they recognize me...The green-eyed man continues, "How long do you think it'll be before he notices she's missing, your majesty?""Perhaps, D
GWEN___I smile. Again. It's all I've been doing since arriving the castle. It's just so...surreal.To go from scraping by as a single mom to getting my neck bitten by a monster to... becoming queen. It's almost impossible. The stuff of daydreams. The kind that's almost too good to be true.My walk through the royal gardens come to an end and I turn to the housekeeper, Brienne. "Do you have any idea where the king is?" I ask."His office, Luna." She offers to come with me but I decline, knowing she must have a lot of things doing in this insanely large castle. She gives me the directions and after a quick thanks, I'm going up the marble front steps. As soon as I step in, I feel it. Multitudes of eyes. A few werewolves engage me in conversation and many smile as I walk past. And their joy is so infectious I cannot help returning their good humor."I thought this day would never come."I turn, meeting an old pair of eyes. "Hello," I say, offering a smile. "Gwen." I outstretch an arm.
My back slams against the shelf. Books rain down, the sound hardly registering with Malcolm's lips moving fiercely over mine.It's the eight time today.My hands go to his chest and I push. It's like trying to move a wall. "Malcolm," I pant when his lips transfer to my neck.He hums against my skin. "Malcolm," I say louder. "We have to--oh," I gasp. He slides a hand under my gown, fingering the edge of my panties . I go to grab his wrist but stop when he cups me fully. "Wet," he rasps.I suck in a breath. "Malcolm. We have to head back. Rylan and Umber are still at the house. Without protection.""Protection," he breathes, kissing across my jaw. "We don't need that.""No!" I giggle. Then I get a grip. "Malcolm, wait."At my somber tone, he stops. "What is it?" He asks softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.I sigh internally. The way he looks at me..."Rylan," I say, trying
GWEN__We spend a full day lounging around the house. Before night fell, Malcolm showed me around the pack. The werewolves were all lovely. The children--pups--were so energetic. More so than Rylan when he was little. Malcom explained it was due to their wolves.Sitting before the mirror in his mother's room, I wonder if my own son will be just as hyperactive. My son...Rylan would have a brother, or a sister. Or brothers. Or sisters. I crack a smile, the possibilities leaving me giddy. He won't be alone... Like I was.I pick up the brush again, passing it through my hair. In the mirror, the jewel encrusted in the handle glints in the moonlight.Then once we'd come home, he'd kissed me like a man starved. He told me it was his first time coming back here, since his parent's death. To say I was surprised is an understatement.I'd asked what changed.Looking at me with that burning intensity, he'd rasped one
MALCOLM ___I don't know how long we stay wrapped in each other, but I feel a lightness in every pore of my being. Gwen is here. In my arms. How many nights have I stayed dreaming of this moment?She moves in my hold and I lower us to the floor. We lie on our sides, eyes locked. We don't say anything, our eyes expressing ourselves in a way our mouths can't. I reach out tenderly, slowly running a finger down her smooth skin. She lays her palm over mine and her eyes grow dewy. "Malc--""Shh," I say softly. "It's okay. I'm sorry I couldn't get to you." The moment will haunt me for the rest of my life."No. I understand now. It's just, I spent weeks...hating you. In a way, you were what kept me going, enduring."Anger expands my chest. "You shouldn't have had to endure. Shouldn't have suffe--""It's fine." She reaches out a thin arm and my wolf purrs when she runs her fingers through my hair. "It happened. I can only m
GWEN __"This might sound weird, but I think he's telling the truth."I spin to face Umber, hardly believing my ears. "What?""Look. His eyes... Gwen, he looks at you like you're his next breath. It's scary. How can someone want a person that much?""You forget he's a liar. It's all he's good at. Pretending."I turn, about to go, when her voice stops me. "What if he's right? What then?"My stomach knots. Not wanting to answer that, I continue down to the basement. Perks of staying in a house of five thousand acres means you have privacy. No one could hear a roar within several miles. When I open the door to the dark room, I see Malcolm's hunched figure. His neck is slumped and the heavy rise and fall of his chest tells me he's sleeping. I draw level with him, ransacking his pockets.I know the moment he wakes. I'm aware also of him bending forward to sniff my hair surreptitiously. When I find his phone I s
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