Walking along the modern, lantern-covered stone pathway towards the supposed little mountain cottage, Lily gaped at the beautiful scenery. With all the solar lanterns, little moonshine, and the smell of fresh mint and lilac. She was hell sure it was not worth such high drama. Because, being in the fucking mountains, she expected to dwell in an old rat-infested cabin where she would be attacked by some maniac with a bloody chainsaw and a fleshy mask, yet looking at the five-star garden-like landscape, it felt too surreal. It was like she was in another world. "Mr. Gosling, are you sure that is your cottage? And we are not trespassing on this mountain?" She asked, with obvious wonder. Rhye halted and raised his brow. "Of course, why did you ask?" "Well, it's quite strange. I thought this was a secluded mountain... or forest... or whatever you rich dudes called it, but I have seen too many beautiful cabins in the area, and a fucking ancient castle? Wow! It felt like a little community
Alpha Rhye from the Castle, a mile away from Lily, seated in the head council library, was able to read her mind and he wanted to smirk. She had very weird and very unusual thoughts. She didn't have a boring thought either. It was like she was a walking rainbow and sunshine, always brightening his day. Besides, even after they were in his pub, he knew she was different. A peculiarity among the rest. Of course, he intended to keep it that way. Lily's foolish imagination was beyond comparison. She was his happy pill. Her mind was like a race car, unbelievably busy thinking about mundane, stupid things. Yet he would not—no, he could not offer his mate that last insult. He would keep her forever. Rhye nodded at the old man, trying to understand what he was talking about as he sipped his tea. Earlier, after their dinner, he told Lily to wait for him as one of the female omegas offered her tea in the living room of his cottage. And now, Rhye was talking with the council of elders. The head
Two days later. Alpha Rhye had very specific plans for the evening after another council meeting. First up, late dinner in bed with a luscious, golden-haired human who tasted like strawberries and champagne and boasted skills that could make a wolf howl like a damned werewolf. Even without a full moon. Next on the agenda was a round of sparring with the latest batch of demons that had arrived in the mountain territory. In recent years, he had enacted a law requiring all newly created werewolves to spend at least the first decade of their lives being trained at his pack. And since Rhye was in charge of the demon issues as well as the council’s best warrior, it meant it was his duty to oversee the new pack member’s fighting lessons. And if there was time left before dawn, he intended to meet with the soldiers who had recently returned from their hunt in the western territory. Rumours of the demons' return had spread throughout the supernatural communities. He had sent out nightly pa
He should have been expecting this. Despite Alpha Rhye's fierce protests, the old man had invited their fellow werewolves, the nearby pack, to stay in the council mountain two nights ago, along with their companion, a female witch called Livia. Who disappeared before he and Lily arrived that same evening. And as per Dimitri, during the witch's brief stay, they’d discovered that the witch had a human mother being held captive by a Moonlight she-wolf. And Rhye was not happy upon finding out about it. Not that Alpha Rhye gave a shit, but Stephen had managed to convince Dimitri that this beautiful witch was somehow important to the future of their kind and that the witch's captive mother must be protected. "About this witch? What do I need to do about it?" Rhye gritted, even knowing it was a stupid question. What other nonsense could it be? Dimitri’s lips twitched as if he agreed with the stupid part. "Talk to her." "Can someone else do that part? I have a mate to train and to handle,
Lily yawned and extended her arms and legs as she took in her surroundings outside Rhye's Cottage. It had been hours since her alleged husband had not returned, and it was late afternoon now. Not that she was complaining; in fact, she preferred it this way because she couldn't bear him babysitting her like she was a mundane and vulnerable child. During their two days here, the man-made no mention of returning to the city, which Lily appreciated because she had grown to adore the lovely mountain, its garden, and its people. She also made some new friends from the neighboring cabin and the camping area two miles away. She smiled at a passing young woman with a basket of fruits in her hand as she disappeared into the gorgeous backdrop of gardens and lawns spread across the large mansion of Rhye's elders on her left; and yes, she'd met one of her husband's elders yesterday, a beautiful, gigantic old man who looked like a former wrestler. To say Lily was startled was an understatement; pra
What was she supposed to ask, anyway? Someone with a ridiculously familiar scent? Jesus! That was way crazier than asking if the kid loved BTS. Lily grumbled under her breath. "You would have noticed this one. I mean... someone with... um-vanilla and... um-spicy scent?" Damn if she didn't look crazy enough asking more stupid questions. "Lady? Are you on drugs?" The kid raised an eyebrow. "Of course not, and I'm serious here... I'm looking for someone with that smell... He’s very... distinctive." "Oh yeah?" The kid smirked. "There’s no one out here, and the scent led me here." Lily snorted. "Are you one of the... you know who?" The boy shuddered. "I have nightmares that one day I’ll look out there and nothing will be left but corpses and rotting tents and I'll be one of them." "Charming… but wait? What one of them?" "You know…" "Mafia?" "I'm sorry. What?" The chap smirked. The goofy smile widened. "You thought, up there in the manor, those weird folks were mafia?" "Obviously
Not that Lily would spread her legs, even if this was just a random encounter, she sternly told herself. Okay, it happened once, and what did it get her? A billionaire hottie of a husband, of course, she was not complaining. After all, he was hot enough to make her bones melt, and the scent of raw male power was making her head dizzy, but...Stop it, you idiot. This wasn’t a man. He was a lethal playboy who could drain her dry in a heartbeat. She thought to herself."Why the hell did you scare me like that?" she snapped.The frozen blue eyes narrowed, his nose flaring as if catching the scent of her stupid awareness, which was ridiculous. wasn’t it?"Are you serious? You are the one who went looking for trouble.""How did you know that?""Because, Leo, the boy in the small inn near the clearing called me here, that some crazy woman was asking weird questions, sneaking into the camping ground, asking about perfume.""Um-well about that-""Yes, Lily, tell me about it. For starters, this
With a groan, she allowed his tongue to slip between her lips, sucking it gently as her hips instinctively arched upward. Never in her life had she ever felt the touch of a man’s hand. Not unless it was to dole out punishment. Now her body was changing, altering as his kiss deepened.Her lips softened, her nipples hardened to tight points, nearly begging to be stroked, her fingers spread across the chiselled muscles of his chest. Then, as swiftly as he’d kissed her, Rhye pulled back to regard her with a strange expression of wariness. As if he was as caught off guard by her volatile reaction as she was. Embarrassed, Lily smacked her hands against his chest. Damn the bastard. She’d just made a fool of herself, and it was entirely his fault."What the hell do you think you’re doing?""Kissing my wife?""Rhye, we-"It was pure heaven when Rhye kissed her again. He aroused her just as much. As they stood together at the cottage's open door, her skin still felt too hot, too tight. The lust