LOGINEvelynI can’t hide my face from Alexander any longer. Any fear of what he might see in my eyes, of what he might be motivated to give up for my benefit once he sees my face, is outweighed by my need to see my mate.I lift my gaze, relief strengthening me with every step he takes closer. The sunligh
“You will not touch her again!” Alexander half yells and half growls. I can feel his self-control waning through our bond, his temptation to give up the entire kingdom just to cross the prairie and take me in his arms.Wait, I think. I know he can’t hear my thoughts, but I hope the sentiment transla
EvelynIt’s as if I can feel Alexander pounding on the edges of our connection, trying to get to me through it. I don’t know what exactly he’s responding to because I’m so focused on the threats in front of me—and now the one behind me.I turn quickly around to find Minister Coltain towering over me
And I still don’t want him kissing my fingers.“Please,” he says, and the way the word comes out in a whisper catches my attention. “Let me show you,” he says.I don’t understand what he’s asking for.But he still hasn’t let go of my hand. And he lifts it to his lips again. This time, after he kisse
EvelynOnce Marbell leaves the tent, Lucas has no one to look at other than me. Our eyes finally meet, his as distorted and impossible to read as mine are obviously nervous.Moments stretch into seconds, stretching so long that the weight of not knowing what will happen next threatens to suffocate m
His head dips, and he stares at the ground. “You’ve been enslaved by Lucas and forced to assist us.”My blood freezes. No matter the sins he’s committed, I cannot believe Lucas would enslave a witch. It’s not only immoral but massively stupid.She won’t stay enslaved forever, but she will remember w
AlexanderMarcel is terrified.I do my best to block out his thoughts, though it’s nearly as taxing to actively not pay attention to his thoughts as it is to have them swirling in my brain. My sword is already drawn as my Beta and I step between the bodies of my fallen guards.Or at least what’s lef
Marcel walks in to a pouting Evelyn while I button her pants, still shirtless myself. Marcel’s gaze dips to the tent in my pants before avoiding that general area very obviously.I’m the King. Evelyn’s my shikra. My Beta can deal.“Marcel,” I greet him as I stride over to my desk. “I have a letter I
AlexanderI button my pants as I get dressed for the day, remembering fondly how I felt hilt-deep inside Evelyn just a few minutes ago. I look up at the beautiful sight of her, pausing my motions to focus on her ass as she covers it with her own pants, and the way her breasts bounce as she pulls the
EvelynBy breakfast the next morning, Alexander is doing well enough to take the meal in the sitting room. Dr. Zorinski just left after having rebandaged his shoulder and apologizing profusely for the incident with Sophia. The doctor promised to deliver the pain reliever herself from now on.“Thank







