Nobela ni Zuxi writes

I wake up tangled in sheets that smell like Damon.Again.This is the third morning I've woken up in one of their beds instead of my own. The bond won't let me sleep alone anymore. The pain gets too intense around midnight, and I end up crawling through one of the connecting doors like some pathetic thing.Last night it was Damon's room. He was already awake when I stumbled in, didn't say a word. Just moved to the chair by the window while I took his bed.Now he's gone and sunlight is streaming through windows I forgot to close.Someone knocks."It's open," I call out.Caius walks in. He's wearing training gear. All black. He looks at me in Damon's bed and something flickers across his face."Get dressed," he says. "You start combat training in twenty minutes.""Combat training?""You're bonded to three Princes. That makes you a target." His pale eyes are serious. "You need to learn how to defend yourself.""I already know how to fight.""Street fighting isn't the same as royal combat

I wake up in Damon's bed.Not where I fell asleep. I was against the wall. Now I'm under silk sheets that smell like him, and he's nowhere in sight.The connecting door opens. Kieran walks in carrying coffee, sees me, and grins."Morning, beautiful. Sleep well?"I sit up fast. "Why am I in his bed?""Because Damon carried you there around four. Said you looked uncomfortable on the floor." He hands me the coffee. "Don't worry. He slept in the chair like a gentleman.""Where is he?""Training yard. He always trains at dawn." Kieran sits on the edge of the bed. Too close. "You should see him fight. It's impressive.""I'm not interested.""Liar. The bond makes you interested in everything we do." His smile turns knowing. "I bet you're curious about all of us. What we're like. What we want.""I'm curious about how to break this bond.""Can't be done. True mate bonds are permanent." He reaches out, tucks hair behind my ear. The touch sends sparks across my skin. "But you could learn to enjo

They lock me in a room that's bigger than anywhere I've ever lived.Silk sheets. Marble floors. Windows overlooking gardens that probably cost more to maintain than I've earned in my entire life.I hate it.I'm pacing when the door opens. No knock. Just Damon walking in like he owns the place.He does own the place."You need to eat." He's carrying a tray. Sets it on the table. Bread, meat, fruit. Real food.My stomach growls. Traitor."I'm not hungry.""You're starving. I can feel it through the bond." He sits, starts eating an apple. "Sit down.""Don't tell me what to do.""Sit. Down." There's Alpha command in his voice. My wolf responds before I can stop her, pulling me toward the chair.I sit because fighting it makes my head hurt."Good girl.""Don't call me that."He smirks. "Eat."I grab bread because I am starving and pride doesn't fill an empty stomach. It's fresh, warm, better than anything I've had in weeks.Damon watches me eat. It's unnerving."What?" I snap."Trying to f

I'm stealing from the Crown Prince when the mate bond hits.Not my smartest move. But I'm starving, he's rich, and his tent at the hunting festival is full of food nobody's eating. So here I am, shoving bread into my bag, when three men walk in.I freeze.They freeze.Then everything goes sideways.Something punches through my chest and I can't breathe. It's everywhere at once, burning under my skin, coiling in my stomach, and my wolf is howling in my head for the first time in five years.MATE.No. Not mate.MATES.All three of them.The tall one with the scar moves first. His pale eyes find me. "Don't move."I move.Out the back of the tent, bag clutched to my chest, running for my life. Because that's exactly what this is."Caius, she's running!"Footsteps behind me. Fast. Getting closer.I shift mid-stride. My wolf is small, weak from not shifting in years, but she's AWAKE now. We're dodging tents, jumping over a fire pit, heading for the trees.Almost there.Something hits me fro