LOGIN“I woke up in the middle of the night to your excruciating pain,” he shares, “then all of a sudden the little pocket of you went silent, and I was afraid I might never feel you within me again.”I smile a little. “The little pocket of me?”He shrugs. “Do you not have that, too? A part of me within y
EvelynAlexander and I walk through the main palace. I want to hold his hand, but both of mine are currently busy with the crutches I’m using to walk with my still-casted leg.Alexander practically had to strong-arm Dr. Zorinski into discharging us so that we could sleep in the same bed together in
“Prepare to move out!” Marcel’s voice rings from the direction of the Royal Guard.Alexander is still staring at me, his expression shifting from surprise to fear to reverence. Footsteps approach us, and Marcel’s voice calls out more softly. “Alpha?”I’m about to flag him down, but Alexander reaches
EvelynWe’re halfway across the prairie, the Royal Guard poised as we approach them, the rebel werewolves fleeing in every direction behind us, when I finally say, “Please tell me you have antidote on you.”A few arrows fly from the Royal Guards, presumably taking down werewolves trying to head back
EvelynI 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
EvelynI head down the hallway after Dr. Zorinski’s exam. It hasn’t been too hard to lie to Alexander about feeling ill while I’m mourning. Grief is its own kind of illness.Still, I was worried Dr. Zorinski would see right through it. I think I’ve convinced her that I might be sick, but nothing tha
EvelynIt’s been an emotional two weeks.Every second that Alexander has been working, trying to protect lycans from the growing werewolf threat, I’ve spent making memories with Emma. We didn’t talk about the fact that it’s our last two weeks together before I escape. We just train and make music an
EvelynThere are four horses tied up outside Tomson’s house: Tomson’s, my dad’s, and two I don’t recognize. I pull off into the nearby forest a little ways out from the house, leaving my horse with Emma who only barely agrees to wait behind when I remind her that she’s not safe as a lycan in werewol
AlexanderI guess I’ll be missing dinner with Evelyn.I send a servant off with a note to Evelyn that she should eat with Emma tonight because I have to work late and that I look forward to climbing in bed with her later.I’m too much of a coward to go tell her myself, to see the disappointment and







