ANMELDENKalb sprints back into the library hall after leaving to grab supplies and with every second she was gone, my heart hammered harder against my ribs. This is my fault. ‘Slow down. You’re thinking too fast about this.’ my beast warns, trying to anchor me. ‘Slow down?’ It’s impossible to stay calm while Theron is pinned shirtless to the cold floor, with Jareth putting his full weight onto his shoulders to keep him from getting up.He already tried to move toward the opposite wall once and even pushed me aside. I know it wasn’t really him. It was the bite messing with his head, but it still hurts knowing he’s not himself. “Did you find someone to get the poison?” Anya asks Kalb, glancing behind her like she expects someone else to appear. “I see you came back alone. Good.”She’s been against anyone else finding out about this, especially taking Theron to a hospital. I’m against it too. If word spreads that the king is weak, things could get really bad. Jareth says so, and even if I don
ZephyraJareth looks like he’s two seconds away from snapping the witch’s neck, and part of me wants him to do it. She helped ruin my life back at the pack house. Every drop of Fatedkiss she forced down my throat, every time she watched me suffer like it was nothing… she deserves to pay for that. But another side of me doesn’t want her dead. Not yet. Not when Theron needs her.Whatever this Rotsbane is, it’s clearly a crisis. I can tell from the way Jareth’s jaw keeps tightening and how the air in here feels heavier every time the word comes up.Turning to Theron, I ask, “What is a Rotsbane?”His jaw clenches as he looks at me, clearly weighing his words. “Nothing important.”‘He’s lying,’ my beast scoffs inside my head. ‘For someone who claims to hate dishonesty, he’s doing a damn good job of it.’“Are… are you lying to me?” I pick at the hem of the oversized shirt I’m wearing, needing something to do with my hands so the unease doesn’t swallow me whole.“I’ll explain it later, Zephy
Anya All I wanted was a brush of sunlight, which, sadly, isn’t bright enough, and a taste of magic to fuel my spirit. My idea of a breath of fresh air is now ruined because someone decided to slam me against a wall before I can even blink. That same someone grabs my throat and lifts me off the wall, my feet dangling an inch off the ground. Dumb Lycans and their annoying speed. "Calm yourself, big guy," I croak, and when I say big guy, I mean it.Jareth, if I remember correctly, pins me there. Lush dark brown hair tied in a low bun and a light stubble that frames his angled face and sharp jawline so perfectly he could pass for a man in his middle twenties if you didn’t know better. His giant, muscled frame pins mine, and my eyes roll back as he chokes the life out of me, cutting off my air, and damn if my body doesn’t react in the worst possible way. Heat pools low between my legs. I really should not be getting turned on right now.I would have preferred this in a different settin
Theron“It doesn’t matter how I got it,” I say, still rolling up my sleeves. “What matters is how I get rid of it. You’ve worked with Stone Heart before, so I’m assuming you know exactly what this is and how to fix it.”The witch leans in, her eyes narrowed. “Where did you get it?”“A question for a question isn't how I operate,” I’m not sure if she thinks she has extra lives to spare, but she's testing my patience. “If you want to work with me, learn that first. Do it, and your chances of actually working with me goes up from there.”Zephyra’s brow knits. I know she has a thousand questions about why I’d even consider a deal with this woman but I’ll explain later. Right now, I’m rotting from the need to hear every single thought in her head, to sink my teeth into her neck while I bury myself deep in her sweet, wet pussy.The witch steps closer to the bars, careful to keep her distance from Zephyra.‘She’s scared of her,’ Grimm mutters in the back of my mind.‘She should be.’ There is
Zephyra Theron takes my hand as we guide our way into the dungeon, keeping me close to his side. The warmth of his palm feels grounding, comforting in a way I’m not used to. This protective side of him feels private, like something almost no one else ever gets to see and I cherish the fact that I get to experience this. As we descend deeper into the rows of cells, the atmosphere shifts. Some prisoners scramble into the shadows the moment they spot the King. Others offer defiant glares or spit at the floor, but their bravado vanishes the moment he meets their gaze. They shrink back, paralyzed by the thought of what could happen if he really paid them attention. Theron squeezes my fingers, pulling my focus away from the filth of the cells. "We can always come back if you aren't ready for this," he murmurs. ‘He can sense your fear,’ my beast whispers. The sound of her voice still feels like a strange intrusion in my mind. ‘There is no reason to be afraid.’ "I want to see her," I re
“There are only a few people I can mindlink. The alpha power doesn’t let me reach everyone who has accepted me as their alpha because of the curse placed on us years ago. I thought you knew.” It isn't news to most; it’s been this way for generations, long before I was born. It’s one of the reasons we hold the Lycan festival each year, hoping the goddess will finally bless us with the ability for all Lycans to link anyone at any time. So far it has not happened, and I believe until that curse is completely broken, the burdens we carry will stay exactly where they are.“My studies are limited. I... I didn't know. Forgive me.”‘Now she is embarrassed!’ Grimm barks at me, and yeah, maybe I deserve that. I shouldn't have spoken so bluntly.I take her hand and press a soft kiss to the back of it. Her cheeks flush instantly, but she shakes the moment away and grabs my injured arm again. “Theron, this is serious.”My palm slides to her hip, gliding over the curve of her body, back and forth,
Theron Zephyra is on the floor. Her blunt nails scrape weakly against Jared’s arms as she struggles, all because his hands are locked around her throat, cutting off her air while he twists her neck, preparing to snap her bones.He’s choking the life out of her and the worst part is the way he look
That means no killing, no executions. No hands stained today, no matter the provocation. Ruling Eboncrest often demands violence, but on oath days, restraint from killing is my offering and my sacrifice. The remaining rites pass in a blur. I say more pledges. A few elders offer opinions I did not
Theron “Show your respect to the moon goddess,” the head priest of Eboncrest, Priest Jeff, says. He has said these words to kings before me, and if the elders have their way, he will say them to kings long after I am gone. I lower myself to my knees before him, while the elders stand in a wide
Another consort agrees with her, murmuring something breathless, but I barely hear it. My heart suddenly aches, and heat spreads across my body. It comes slow at first, then it becomes heavy, hard to contain and push away. Could this be jealousy? I don’t know what it is, but I hope it isn’t th







