LOGIN“Hand over your human slaves, and we will leave you unharmed,” Marion retorts.“We’re not slaves!” one of the women says over the female werewolf’s shoulder. “Please don’t hurt them,” she says, eyeing the silver weapons and our Sun Warriors patches nervously. “They’re our friends.”My mind immediate
NatashaIt’s strange to be on a run with Marion instead of Sebastian. I didn’t want to leave him after all our promises to each other this morning. He’s exactly the kind of man I’ve always dreamed of being with: someone who protects his people and fights back against those who threaten them.Someone
Sebastian kisses me again, this time parting my lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue expressing maybe more than he could with words. I don’t want him to stop, but he does, just like he did last night.“Still,” he says, “can we wait until I’m healed to tell her about us? Just in case she attacks me,”
NatashaI wake up to the gentle snoring I’ve only sometimes heard through my tent wall.This time it’s in my ear.I open my eyes to the inside of Sebastian’s tent and the memory of him asking me to stay the night.The memory of his body on top of mine, his lips finally on mine, his hand on my breast
The truth of it is reflected back at me in Isaiah’s eyes, filled with longing and grief. Natasha may not be dead, but she’s no longer with us, and her absence is a never-ending, gaping hole.“Either Owen is in pain without her,” I remind Isaiah, “or Natasha is in pain while they’re together and she’
DiegoAs the spare heir, the overlooked prince, and the abandoned little brother who I’ve trained everyone to see as nothing but a silly little playboy, I’ve had my fair share of pain. Of being discounted.Tossed aside.But none of it hurts quite as much as this. My own brother, not even caring enou
Owen“So, brother,” I let out a heavy sigh as my brother appears at my side as I walk down the hall of the palace. “I hear you’ve got that delicious little pet of yours training with the guards.”My wolf growls at Diego’s use of the word “delicious”, at the idea that he might know what my Amelia tas
AmeliaHe didn’t come back.I listened to his door opening and closing, followed by one set of feet rushing down the hall.They walked right past my door.Either he forgot or it was Ava who left his room. I hoped for the latter.I wake up to the morning light brightening my room, my drapes not havin
Owen“I gave you three days,” Father chastises as Diego weighs down the four corners of a map of our kingdom on the conference table in front of us. Not one of the three of us has sat yet.No matter Father’s disappointed façade, I know he’s eyeing the same things I am: Diego’s black eye, his cut lip
But he hasn’t stayed in my room alone with me since he comforted me after my lashings when I swear we almost kissed – and would have had Ava not interrupted us.It’s a little thrilling to feel like we’re not trusted to be alone together. It probably is on Ava’s request, but sometimes I like to imagi







