LOGINThen I see something I wasn’t expecting to see today: the Alpha Prince and his brother arriving for the show.I reach over to get Sebastian’s attention, pointing to the werewolves we weren’t expecting. Sebastian curses, then looks up at the scarf wrapped around the lower half of my face, just like i
NatashaI try to relax into the trunk of the tree, but it’s hard to truly relax when I’m on a branch high up enough that a fall could kill me.“You have to sleep, Natasha. If you’re too tired to keep your eyes open tomorrow, you’re useless to us.”“I know,” I snap at Sebastian’s harsh words.This wi
Sebastian leads me to the left with a gentle hand on my hip.The six of us spread out in pairs, still able to see each other as we hide behind trees. Once we’re all in place, we peek around our trees to the horrific sight ahead.The lone werewolf sits on the ground with his back to us. Two humans li
NatashaI’m already in my training gear, so I use the time that Marion and Sebastian take to argue over whether or not I’m joining him to braid back my hair in a French braid. It takes much less time than it used to since it’s so short now.It’s Sebastian saying, “Please don’t make her prove she can
NatashaI stand next to Sebastian, the rows of tents at our backs. In front of us is a training area similar to where Isaiah and Raleigh taught me to fight. Except the training grounds at the palace have thick, plush mats on which werewolves spar.Here, humans spar on areas piled with a couple inche
“The other Quarters,” Marions answers. “That was one of our problems last time we revolted against the kingdom. I was trying to organize and lead too many humans by myself.”Sebastian’s breath comes out heavy. He doesn’t like how much Marion is revealing to me.“Over the past two decades,” she goes
OwenI woke up this morning to arousal coming through the mate bond with Amelia.If I’m being completely and totally honest, I sprang out of bed, ripped open my door, and marched down the hall with the full intent to burst into her room and kill whoever was with my mate.About a step away from the d
DiegoI come to with the distinct sensation of a knife pressed against my throat. With my eyes closed, I can tell I’m on my knees on some uneven ground, my ankles tied together. My arms are tied to something at each side, pulling my arms wide and straining my shoulders while I was stooped forward, u
AmeliaTwo weeks. I’m expected not to see Owen for the next two weeks.Two weeks of training with Isaiah and Raleigh, of coming back to wash off the sweat, then eat alone in my room.Two weeks of waiting to find out if my own mate wants me more than he wants his other mate.Two weeks of waiting to f
OwenI can smell Ava before I see her. The scent mixes with memories of being in love with her, of envisioning our future together. I wonder briefly how we went from that to where we are now, and I know I’m to blame.Ava appears in the doorway to my bathing chamber. I don’t look at her, keeping my e







