로그인Then 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
AmeliaIt’s been less than an hour when a knock sounds on my bespelled door. Part of me flutters at the idea that the prince couldn’t stay away as long as planned, but my embarrassment at how he left earlier stops me from teasing him about it as I open the door.And a good thing, too, because it’s n
OwenI shut Amelia’s door closed behind me, rushing down the hall to my own bedroom.I stop short when the dahlias on the table catch my eye. Her new favorite flower.Part of me hopes that in the brief moment I’ve stopped, Amelia will come bursting through her door, asking me for something. Anything
AmeliaMy heart skips as Prince Owen’s mouth brushes against my hand. His lips are softer than I could have imagined. A warmth involuntarily blossoms between my thighs in response.His eyes that are still locked on mine flash gold like they sometimes do, drawing me in. His graceful fingers tighten e
“This way, miss,” he points away from the palace, into the gardens.I’m not sure where we’re going, but I don’t ask as I change direction. These small acts of kindness, of dignity, of calling me “miss” and allowing me to walk unbound and unhandled…I do not want to take advantage of them. I do not w







