OwenWhen my father made the comment about “making a show” of having Amelia at the table, I feared he was pulling me away to discuss my inappropriate relationship with my pet. Technically speaking, as a prince, the king is the only werewolf in the country who can make me get rid of her.When he pull
Amelia“Get up.”I avoid the werewolves’ stares as I turn toward the sound of Ava’s voice. Of course she had sat next to her mate. Even though the tension between the two of them is palpable, they at least need to keep up appearances. Even I understand that much.Now that the prince has left the b
The only indication that it did is the noblewolf who had let go of the now dead human’s leash. “Damn,” he says. “I was quite fond of that one.”The werewolf sitting next to him pats him on the back. “It’s always the best pets who are runners, isn’t it?”“Ambitious but not too bright,” the noblewolf
AmeliaI thought that sitting in the prince’s tent for two days would feel suffocating. As it turns out, the rest was for the better. After a blood transfusion and healing from infection that first day of the Hunting Ceremony, my body was drained.Still, it’s nice to walk around in the fresh air, to
“I wonder if they’d say the same.”He bristles. “And what about your bed partner?”“Ava is enjoying the hunt,” I answer vaguely.He smiles mischievously. “I wasn’t referring to Ava.”I glare at my half-brother.“Where is your pet?” Diego asks. “Still in your tent?”“Ava is my only bed partner,” I re
OwenI can’t spend the night with Ava again.Between Amelia’s recounting of what happened during the reconciliatory dinner and Ava’s blatant denial of every accusation, I don’t know who to believe.How much is Amelia misinterpreting the situation due to not understanding werewolf culture and customs