Mag-log inAllissa
I could feel the tingles against my skin and slowly opened my eyes. I stared up at the knotty pine ceiling as I tried to remember what had happened. Slowly, it came back to me, and the tiny tingles on my face made me remember about my mate. I turned my head slightly, to the green eyes of the Lycan King, whose thumb was softly caressing my cheek.
“You should be feeling better, but let me know if you aren’t and I will call my healers back.” His voice was calm, gentle, and soothing. It wasn’t what I was expecting.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered and moved to sit up. His arm caught mine as he slowly guided me to a sitting position.
“You don’t have anything to say sorry for.”
“For becoming a burden.” I looked down at my hands, because I was practically eye fucking him. I could see just how defined his strong, muscular arms were, and how I could imagine him carrying me in them. Damn, it sucked that I fainted during the best part. Maybe I should fake it so I can relish being in his arms for just a moment.
His hand grabbed my chin, tilting it so that I was looking back into his eyes.
“You are never a burden. And after what happened to you, I’m surprised how well you were able to stay conscious for as long as you did. You were in a lot of pain, weren’t you?”
I nodded my head as I studied his face. His green eyes, with little flecks of gold. His strong jawline and his big lips. I wanted to taste his lips ... his incredibly sexy lips that I was mindlessly staring at.
“So...uhm—” I cleared my throat and glanced back at his eyes. “Now what? I have to be punished because I was his luna, right?”
“No. They will be hunted down. It’s only a matter of time before we catch them. They were able to drain the accounts before we could freeze them.”
“That’s all the pack’s money.” I began racking my brain, trying to figure out a way to support them.
“Your pack has insurance that’s covered by my kingdom. We will reimburse the pack and I’ll be leaving a couple of handy advisors behind to take care of things.”
“That won’t be necessary. Alfred didn’t take care of anything. I handled all the books, so I can continue to do it without any problems.” He stared at me blankly and then straightened up.
“Allissa, I am Darren, Lycan King, and you are my mate. You won’t be staying in this pack. You are leaving with me today.”
My mouth plopped open as I stared at him in shock. He must have to have a formal ceremony in order to reject me.
“Can’t you reject me here? The pack just lost their alpha and—”
“I’m not rejecting you.” I watched as a wounded expression crossed his face. “I know that a lot happened to you today. I’m not going to force myself on you, but you are my mate. You belong to me. And I’m taking you with me.”
Maybe the poison was affecting my mind, because I swear he just said he was taking me with him. I needed to re-clarify this. “You want me ... as your mate?”
“You are my mate ... my queen.” His hand grabbed mine, and he covered it with his other hand. “There will be a formal ceremony for the marking and coronation. It usually takes place on a full moon. We just had one, so we will have a month to get to know each other before then.” I watched as he swallowed hard and then looked down. “And if you have children, I will adopt them as my own. I hope—”
He stopped talking and then just stared at me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he dropped my hands to wipe the tears from my face. I was crying! Hearing him talk about children just reminded me of the child I had lost. I didn’t get to properly mourn their death, and right now it really hurt.
“I promise I will take care of you. I won’t force—”
“That’s not it,” I whispered, reaching my hands up to rub my eyes. He placed his hand on my lap. It seemed he needed to be in constant contact with me. “The pain started two months ago. The pain that I associated with the miscarriage of my child. Right when Ivy arrived—”
“He’s fucking dead.” Darkness. His eyes looked obsidian as his face twisted up in anger. I felt him grip my leg as his chest heaved. “When I find him, I will personally shred him to pieces. How could he do something so awful, and to his own pup!”
Dear lord, this man was going to be the end of me. The tears stopped, as I felt the desire swirl inside of me. Seeing his muscular arm flex in anger had me picturing other occasions when those muscles might ripple. We are animals so it’s natural to get like this around your mate. But I didn’t want him to think badly of me. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t in love with Alfred. Suddenly, it was important to me what he thought of me. Gods, was this really happening? Did this ALL male really want me? The king of lycans and werewolves ... he really wanted me?
His intense, dark eyes were locked onto mine and I could feel the weight of his gaze. The scent of his musky cologne filled the air, tinged with a hint of cinnamon that made my senses tingle. His nostrils flared ever so slightly as he took in my presence, but there was no longer anger in his expression. His hand slowly slid forward, his fingers brushing against my skin as he leaned in closer. His warm breath danced across my face, sending shivers down my spine
“Can I kiss you?”
I felt as if the breath had been knocked out of my lungs. He was asking me for permission. Alfred had never asked me for permission. Our first night together, he didn’t care at all about my emotions or needs. He didn’t consider how awkward it was to be intimate with a stranger. But this man was asking for a kiss?!
I couldn’t respond. There was no voice in my throat. All I managed to do was subtly nod my head. And then words were not needed.
His lips crashed into mine like a tsunami, fiery and forceful. He held me in place, his hand fisted in my hair, as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. My body ignited with pleasure, and I couldn't help but moan against his lips. I could feel myself growing wet with desire, my body responding eagerly to his touch. The intensity of our kiss was overwhelming, like a storm brewing inside of me, ready to unleash its passion and power.
He leaned his body against mine and I was now laying back on the couch. His hand frantically began to explore my body, and that was when I felt it. His hard, thick cock digging into me. Damn ... my underwear was now soaked.
“MINE!” he growled against my lips, only parting from me for a brief second before he buried his tongue in my mouth again.
AllissaThe red had banked when the blow’s work was done, folding itself back down under my skin, and only a faint hot crawl was left in my palms. Finn watched it go with the gravest face I have ever seen him wear. “Later,” was all he said, when Darren looked the question at him. “Tonight is hers. Later, I will tell you what I know, and then we will make a plan.”The Nursemaid stood at the rim of the circle with his empty arms and his finished song and absolutely nowhere in the world left to stand.It was Lyra who solved it for him, because of course it was. She turned around with Thorin’s hand still in hers, imperious, tear-streaked, three years old and issuing decrees, and pointed one small finger at the warden who had sung her through the end of the world. “He’s coming,&
AllissaI saw it with my own eyes, the thing that had lived between those two children since a ballroom years ago. A line of light ran from my daughter’s outstretched hand straight into Thorin at the circle’s heart, and Lyra’s silver poured down it like water finding a channel. Thorin’s head came up. His hands came up with it, wrapped in her light, and he turned to the sleeping mountain, and he did something none of us knew he could do. That they could do.Crystal rose out of the circle. It climbed her flanks in clear sheets, over the battered wings, up the great neck, closing around the last of the First like ice closing over deep water, smooth and perfect and impossibly gentle, until the whole sleeping length of her lay held inside it, preserved down to the frost on her scales, and the moonlight came through it and lit her from every side.
AllissaI was already moving. I had been moving since the ward broke, Darren beside me, the two of us crossing the last of that circle toward the Nursemaid and Lyra while the sky came apart overhead. Ten steps away. Then five. Close enough to see Smoke squashed against her chest and her arms already reaching. And the oldest thing alive spent her final unbroken breath on me.I never saw her choose it. Finn did. Finn moved, and for the first time since I’ve known him, the Vampire King was too slow. Something thin and cold as the dark before the first dawn came up off the stones where she lay broken, crossed the circle, and went into me just under the heart.It didn’t hurt. That was the horror of it. It went in like a key.And something inside me that I had never once felt, in all my
AllissaMy daughter called her monster down out of the sky, and her monster came.The griffin never slowed. It stooped at the circle with its wings shut. Thorin stood in the stirrups the whole way down, ten years old and wrapped in rippling heat. What came off him wasn’t a boy’s fire, and it wasn’t his father’s. It was older than both, and it was furious. It struck the ward from above in the same breath that Lyra’s silver rose to meet it from below.The two lights found each other through the wording like hands finding hands in the dark.The bond between two children answered the ward and wording at once. Nothing was built to argue with that.The ward didn’t flicker this time. It broke. All of it, everywhere at once, and the sound it made breaking shrieked off the mountainside.Thorin came off the griffin’s back before it touched stone. He landed inside the circle between Onyssa and my daughter, small against everything, and he set his feet as he had once set them on a ridge in front
AllissaThe word went up over the rite, over the wind, over the moon itself as far as my body was concerned, and my daughter came alive in the warden’s arms, both hands reaching over his shoulder with her fingers spread wide, calling for me with her whole small chest while the oldest working in the world tried to sing above her. “MAMA! PAPA! I KNEW IT!” She twisted around to inform the entire mountain, the wardens, the stones, the bleeding sky itself. “SEE? I TOLD YOU!”I pressed my hands against the bend in the light. “I’m here!” The words tore out of me. “Mama’s here, baby! Mama’s RIGHT here!”Darren’s voice came over mine, breaking on the words. “Papa’s here! We came, sweetheart, we’re HERE!” Ancient law stood between our palms
AllissaI didn’t get to say be careful. I didn’t get to say anything. The goodbyes happen at a run, over your shoulder, half heard.There was no time for speeches. Eira’s hand closed hard on my arm. “Listen for my word.” Then she and Heath headed into the red dark.Heath took Eira and bent away along the terrace walks, toward the circle’s skirt, to get her close enough to reach the rite’s seam. Squall had the western sky, and any breath now he was going to make the whole mountain look at him. And Darren, Finn, and I had the only road my heart would allow. Up the servant ways. To the door of the man who had become an ally to Lyra.The inside of her mountain was built for wings, and we climbed it on feet, and every stair felt like it took ages.Finn took the point, stealthy as the wind. Darren counted the turns behind him in a whisper. Left, then left, then up. Heath’s drilling lived in all three of us now. We had memorized those lefts and rights in our sleep, and tonight our feet moved
The months slipped away, barely recognizable, barely there, and then suddenly it was as if I’d always been alone, like it was normal to pad through the halls without Darren by my side. Calls, messages, each one fleeting, each one hurting as much as it healed. I touched the place where he should hav
AllissaI was losing the war with my own body.Every contraction hit like a meteor, atomic and intense. My knees were up, my hands curled so tight I was gouging the tender skin of my own palms. Sweat slicked my scalp, pooled in the valley of my chest, and trickled down the sides of my face in slow,
The grand ballroom of the Lycan Kingdom was wall-to-wall with every noble, dignitary, and hanger-on that the new alliance could scrape from the edges of the world.I stood at the center of it all, holding my six-month-old daughter in my arms. Lyra was heavier than she looked, which was saying someth
AllissaEira flung herself over me, her magic a last-ditch wall of icy blue, but Angelica’s attack punched right through. The pressure slammed me to the bed, pinned me by the throat, and for one long, surreal second, everything went quiet. I saw Eira on the floor, twitching but alive, her hands clam







