LOGINI never expected to be taken. Varek is everything I've been taught to fear: cold, ruthless, a conqueror who destroys anyone in his path. But when he grabs me, drags me away, I realize I have no choice but to go. If I want to protect my kingdom, I have to submit to him. He's relentless, and the heat between us is undeniable. He's not just after my kingdom-he wants me, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. His eyes burn into mine, like he knows every weakness, every desire I've been hiding from myself. I hate him for what he's done, for who he is. But with every touch, every glance, I feel my walls start to crumble. I can't let him break me, but I don't know how much longer I can resist.
View More*Fiona*
The howling grows closer as I enter the castle. My father, King Alden, summoned me from the battlefield where Solara, our kingdom, is fighting desperately to stop the onslaught from our enemies, Caldara, the kingdom to the north. I am not pleased to have been called away from battle when we were just about to launch a counterstrike, and my entourage of guards knows it.
Irritated, I stomp into the castle, the sound of my boots echoing off the marble floor. My father leaves it to me and his other commanders to make decisions on the battlefield while he remains safely at the castle, overseeing troop movements through messages that come and go in the mind-link. If he had seen what I was looking at, perhaps he wouldn’t have called me back, but I had no choice but to obey.
I make my way into the war room, throwing the door open so hard it slams into the wall. Every eye turns toward me. A group of older advisors gathers around the table, their hunched shoulders barely straightening as I walk into the room. My father stands amongst them, his wrinkled face blending in with the other gray-haired councilors.
“Father,” I say, “we were in the middle of launching a counterattack. Why did you call me away?”
The Alpha King of Solara does not like to be questioned or called out in front of anyone. I have known this my whole life. Yet, I cannot help but question him. Irritation boils in my veins.
He clears his throat before he says, “Leave us,” in his most authoritative voice.
Immediately, everyone shuffles toward the door, including the guards who followed me in. Not a word is murmured by any of them. They close the door behind them, and I rest a hand on my hip, still clad in the warrior attire I didn’t have a chance to shed so I could shift into my wolf form and join the battle.
“Fiona,” he begins, his voice a bit softer than before, but not by much. “I had no choice but to call you back here. It’s not safe for you out there.”
I snicker. “Of course it’s not, Father. It’s a war.”
“Yes, but there are aspects of this invasion you’re not privy to yet. Some new information has come to my attention, and I need you here.”
I glance down at the table and look at the placement of the troops. While most of it looks exactly as I knew it would based on the information I gathered from the battlefield, a large mass of troops appears to be coming in from our northeastern border. My forehead crinkles as I try to decipher what I’m looking at. Our northeast border is shared with the neutral kingdom of Malantra. They have no bone to pick with us and no loyalty to Caldara. “What troops are those?” I ask, stepping forward and gesturing to the warriors in question.
“Malantra was invaded a few days ago. They just sent word,” he explains. “While Alpha Varek promises them no harm will come to their people if they cooperate, he is using their lands to move an enormous army in our direction.”
I can hardly believe what he’s saying. My eyes must deceive me. “That looks to be… ten thousand warriors or more.”
Father nods. “Fifteen, perhaps,” he says. “The Malantran messenger wasn’t certain. Alpha Torrin sends his most sincere apologies, but he says there’s nothing he can do.”
Another ripple of anger washes over me. “He could join us. Alpha Varek is a demon,” I remind him, as if my father doesn’t know. “His cruelty is well known throughout all the kingdoms. What makes them think he won’t attack them next?”
“I do not know.” My father suddenly looks ten years older. He wearily rubs his forehead. “What I do know is that we’ve heard rumors that Varek seeks more than just the lands north of the Terian River. There’s another price he’s after, and that’s why I needed to bring you here, to the castle, where you and your sister will be safest.”
“My sister?” I question. “What does Elara have to do with anything?” My sister is quite the opposite of me. While she took after our mother, learning how to play piano and embroider, I trained as a warrior. I’ve spent my entire life, all twenty-two years, trying to show my father that I am worthy of commanding his army while my younger sister wanted to prove herself to be a fine and capable lady. My mother was so proud of her, Goddess rest her soul. When she died, five years ago, she told Elara she would make a fine Luna one day.
She had no such words for me, but that’s all right. I’d rather be an Alpha.
“Elara and you are both in danger, my dear,” Father says. “The messenger said he overheard a conversation between some of the leaders of the Caldaron Army stating that their first and foremost orders from the Alpha were to kidnap the princess.”
“What?” Once again, I am dumbfounded. “Why would Alpha Varek want one of us?”
He shakes his head. “I do not know, my daughter. But you can understand how I cannot have you out there on the battlefield where you are vulnerable to being taken, not when I can keep you safer here at the castle.”
I want to argue with him, but he’s not wrong. It would be much easier for Alpha Varek to snatch me from the battlefield than from my own home, though I think I’d make them kill me before they took me alive.
“They must mean Elara,” I blurt without even thinking. “Alpha Varek has probably heard of her beauty and how she’s been training to be a fine Luna Queen one day.”
Father’s shoulders lift in a soft shrug. “I don’t know. You are also beautiful, my dear. He could want either one of you.”
I grimace. No one has called me beautiful in years. Granted, Elara and I look similar. My hair is auburn where hers is golden brown. We both have mother’s jade green eyes. But I’m taller than her, more muscular. And she has a dainty, feminine face where mine has a few scars and is battle hardened.
He has to be after my sister.
That knowledge makes me happy that Father called me home. “He will not take her,” I tell him, stepping forward and placing my hand on his shoulder. “I will not let him.”
Father smiles, but it’s weary and does not reach his eyes. “I know you will fight to protect her and your home, Fiona. Just as you always do. But promise me, daughter, you will also take care of yourself. You and Elara are all I have left of your mother.
If either of us falls into Varek’s hands, it would be devastating for our kingdom. Our proud people are quite fond of all of us, and while I know more about our military than my sister, we both have information Varek could try to use against us.
“I’ll be cautious, Father. I promise.”
He sighs and squeezes my hand. “That’s all I can ask.”
*Fiona*I study my reflection in the mirror. The emerald gown shimmers like a living thing, soft and lush in the morning light pouring through the windows. Varek had none so subtly hinted that he’d appreciate me in Caldara colors on our wedding day and every day. I don’t much care for the color, but knowing that I can get anything I want from Varek just for wearing green made me inclined to agree.I’m not sure when I would need the favor, probably to get him to play proper host for a little longer, but the thought made me smile. Varek had not been shy about how much he wanted me. Every chance he’d gotten these past year to push me up against a wall and kiss me breathless, he had. It was likely only the fact that he had a lot more to manage that he hadn’t coaxed me into his bed yet, or maybe he was more romantic than I thought and wanted our first time to be after we were officially married. This past year has been a whirlwind of change for Caldara. Between Varek’s ruthless practicali
*Fiona*The world swims around me for a moment. I pause as I get down the stairs. Anger drives me forward; all I can think about is finding my father. The guards had been nice enough to lead me down the stairs, apparently no longer afraid that I would beat them up or try to run away. The corridors are quiet and cold. I shiver but ignore it. The guards we pass are all wide-eyed. I must look ghastly, but I don’t care. The dungeons reek of damp stone, silver, and blood. The last is new from the last time I was here. The guard unlocks the heavy door that leads into the dungeons, and in the first cell, I see him. My father is barefoot, unshaven, sitting on a pile of straw.He looks up and has the nerve to look concerned. “Fiona?”“How dare you?” I hiss, crossing the distance until the iron bars are the only thing between us. The echo of my voice fills the corridor. “You greedy, self-serving idiot! Is your pride so important to get us all killed?”His expression hardens. “I did what was n
*Varek*The guards drag Cara’s husband into the hall on his knees before me. His face is pale, sweat slicking his temples. His head is bowed low with defeat, his shoulders slumped.Dante comes in just behind, looking as on edge as he had been during the siege. “I only have one question for you,” I say. “Was Cara involved?”He snarls. “Why would she be? That bitch cares no more for me than a worm. Something you know well. There was never any loyalty to me, no care.” He glares up at me. “You gave me a wife in name only. You have no idea how much you’ve humiliated me!”“You humiliate yourself,” Dante says, cocking an eyebrow. “Shut up!” He yells. “I’m still your king!”Dante laughs. “Your little crown is pretty, but that’s all.”His face turns purple as his lips pull back in an ugly sneer. “For all your hatred of King Varek, you are much alike.“Whoever said I hate him?” Dante asked, looking confused. “He’s a highhanded asshole, and you’re spineless, but that’s far from hatred.” He sha
*Varek*Fiona's fur shimmers away as she turns back into her human form, lying in a pool of blood. The black sheen of the poison already threads through her veins, racing up her arms, pulsing at her throat.“No,” I drop beside her. My hands shake as I press against the wound, hot blood sliding through my fingers.Lucian's body lies nearby. My wolf wants to rip him apart, but he's no longer breathing. No blood pools beneath his body, nor the few that are behind him. They're just dead. There's the scent of flint against rock, but no fire nearby. Just beyond Fiona's outstretched hand is a vial of antidote. I grab it, wrench it open, and lift her head, pouring it down her throat and coaxing her to swallow.Goddess, please, let it not be too late. The stench of Lucian's poisoned blade lingers in my nose. The scent of it was all too familiar. It was the same poison that had nearly ended me years ago. A memory flashes through my mind of cold lips whispering vows and a kiss laced with betraya
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