Walking with Luna Helena felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. Every topic seemed to have the potential to upset the delicate balance she had just restored. With only four weeks until Freya’s ceremony I could feel the desperation in the family to make sure her recovery remained on track.“How are you feeling today?” “I am well thank you. I believe that makes you the twentieth person to ask me today,” she sighed. So she's almost fifty and still a sarcastic smartass. It gives me hope for the future I guess.“Well, in that case is there anything would you like to talk about other than your health,” I grinned. Helena pointed to a narrow track, taking away from the overpowering herb garden. Silently we strolled together, until the track grew faint and we were surrounded by thick-trunked trees."Where are we heading to?" Helena did not answer me, instead she launched into her questions. “I want to know about your visions of course. Have you had any more? How are you recording them,
I have to revisit our suite in order to dress for this family dinner. Although the room is empty I can still taste his spiced scent. I take pains to look my best, maybe he’ll think back on this plunging emerald green gown next time he’s fled the scene and regret some decisions. Especially with its halter neck tied in a bow that trailed down my back. My blonde hair falls like a shimmering waterfall, my green eyes are bright and energetic. The air itself has a crackle to it as though something has to happen. The more I ponder just what scenarios could happen in a dining room with Nikolai the less I regret leaving my underwear in its drawer. So finally, draped in a flowing emerald green silk dress I practically float down the red-carpeted corridors. The fire torches are lit, stained glass windows at the head of every staircase gleaming ominously. Night is when this gloomy castle comes to life.Walking into the dining room I was quickly deflated. Alexander, Helena, Freya and Phillipe an
I tried to quell the fear in my heart. If he wanted to up the stakes so did I. “I want to change my terms. A kiss is too cheap for your price.”“Fair enough,” he grunted, his deep eyes never leaving my face. “Don’t go making the question impossible though, play fair.”I raised an eyebrow at the audacity of him to think I was the one playing dirty in this encounter. My heartbeat quickened as I refused to be intimidated. He is trying to bluff me, he would never make me reject him. Surely not. “If you guess incorrectly, I want the kiss, I want you to swear never say I am only your wolf's interest again…and to make me come twice before this dull event ends.”His eyes lit up hungrily at the last one and this time his breath hitched. Like a tango, each movement seemed to lead us a little closer, a little tenser as a servant passed or a curtain moved in the breeze. I took a step further towards the french doors, he stood tall and straight. As if the room suddenly had another column supporti
In a billowing cloud of green silk I quickly trotted along the corridors. I headed downstairs but instead of the courtyard I followed a small pathway to the side. Darkness engulfed, there were no torches to light in the empty metal slots. I had wandered into an abandoned part of the castle.It seemed as good a place as any to storm off to, so using my hand to feel against the stone wall I continued until I felt a dead end. My high heels clicked along the stone, echoing loudly. Blindly feeling to my side my fingers stung with pain. Silver. These were vertical silver bars. I must have wandered into the castle’s old dungeon. I was touching dank, cobwebbed prison cells. At least I was alone. I crept inside the cell and leant my back against the musty wall. The revealing back of my gown shivered against the cold stone.Cillian. My twin. My gentle, soulful fox-haired brother who adored my parents exactly the same as I did. To even consider him capable of such an act was heart-breaking. We
That couldn’t have gone much worse. From the instant I walked into the dining room to the minute I pulled my cock out of her. An unmitigated disaster of decision making. So much for being some wise, dependable future Alpha, what a joke. Having my ability constantly facing overrule from a pair of emerald eyes and, to be fair, an astonishingly beautiful body, is dangerous. My focus is all over the place. She had me on a fucking string in that dining room. I knew she had no underwear on because whilst her eyes are astonishingly green, that emerald dress was clinging mercilessly to her curves. She didn’t even have to move a muscle. The scent of her, drenched in arousal, left my head spinning.So why didn’t I claim my prize? Why didn’t I say the right answer and call her out. Make her reject me and end this sham relationship? . All I know is when I went to say one answer, something swerved. The devious yet innocent look in her eyes, the chance to toy with her that little bit longer./It
The castle was already buzzing with activity for the Full Moon ball, but I couldn’t be less interested. I was awake long before dawn, twirling my hair in the dark, anxiously waiting for the ominous sound I knew would be coming. I was right. Not long after dawn the sound of a motorbike thundering away blared out. Mixed in amongst the bustling servants and delivery trucks it was unmistakably Nikolai. Somehow, I even caught a whiff of his scent, as though Priya was inventing him as a ghost for me to lust after some more. Rolling over into the sheets I sighed, annoyed at myself for even being surprised. Nikolai running off is so normal it’s depressing now. It meant I could finally sneak out of Freya’s room and into my own. Freya was sweet to let me stay over but if another one of those brown curls of hers ended up on my face I’d have been forced to chop them off. Walking into our shared suite I stood in the centre of the room and inhaled. That spiced scent of his mixed with the hot ste
Skye was not a girl as I expected. Instead I had a blue eyed, blonde chunk of muscle escorting me. He wore blue, well-worn mechanics overalls with a white shirt underneath.Annoyingly he would only refer to me as Luna Genevieve. Achingly formal. Setting off I soon got the impression this was not a happy event for him. Sighing and silent, was he this much of a prick for Freya?"Hey are we going to have issues here?" I asked as the sun began to sink. Four hours driving and still in White Forest."Not at all Luna Genevieve. We will stop in a few hours, eat, rest and make enquiries.""So you don't know where the Fates are?""They move. They don't hang around for more than a few years.""There's more than one?"He sighed, rapping his fingers against the steering wheel as though I was an idiot."They're like an extended family. Some are better than others. Some are just con artists. We're searching for Padgett.""Is he the best one?""She."He was annoyingly brisk. His blue eyes constantly
For once Talon wanted me to continue north. Instead of dragging my ass back to Silver City as usual, pining for Genevieve he urged me to speed away. Pushing and nudging my mind, suggesting inns and towns we can try. Anything to nail that contact dealing with the human border.Except we can’t. I cannot be a no-show for the Full Moon Ball for Genevieve. Plus I must share this new information with my father. It has gone beyond a murder. Even the fact they it was an Alpha and Luna. This is a plot against every shifter. It's not a one-time hit. This person or group could be planning to wipe out an entire hierarchy. Who knows what the plan is, or who is running around with those sneaky fucking vials of wolfsbane. So I revved the engine and headed back. It was mid afternoon by the time I saw the castle turrets roll into view. The winter sun casting a bleak, low orange glow. After last night she's probably still pissed at me. I can't believe those four guys were Shadowlands. They showed n