MasukShe brushes past me and kneels beside Theron, her hand hovering over his skin. “He’s going pale,” she says, rounding on Jareth. “You said he was getting better!” “I said that because I didn’t think you were coming here.” “Then you shouldn't have told me where you all were! You think his life would be in danger and I wouldn't run to my friend? And whose brilliant idea was it to let him stay here instead of the healing quarters.” “Mine,” Jareth says at the same time as Anya. Groaning, Khaisha stands up, pacing the hall. “You actually took the advice of a prisoner?” “Careful now. I like to think of myself as a former prisoner. An ex-convict, if you will.” Anya smiles at Khaisha, but it’s not quite a smile. “And this is what happens when you don't do your job properly,” Khaisha snarls. “Watch it,” Jareth growls back. “Prisoners are talking openly in front of you, forgetting their place.” The fury in Khaisha’s tone is palpable. She and the witch glare at each other, and if no one st
Zephyra “It’s been an hour! When is this supposed to end?!” Jareth yells.“Better results might be possible if you stop screaming into my freaking medulla, Beta. I don't work faster when someone is constantly howling at me.” Without even looking at Jareth, Anya keeps channeling her power into Kalb’s healing.From what I’ve gathered during these long, tormenting minutes of watching my mate lie there, Anya is using her magic to bolster Kalb’s healing abilities as she tries to pull the bite’s toxin out alongside the fresh rotsbane.Since magic was used to create those monstrous wolves, magic is the major thing that can save Theron now. But I am still so terrified, and my beast is pacing restlessly within me.‘It’s about time you gave me a name, don’t you think?’ My beast tries to distract me as I trace the lines of Theron’s face, feeling the contours of his brow and the warmth of his skin… areas I never allowed myself to touch so freely before.‘Give yourself whatever name you like,’ I
“You still drink?” The electric energy rolling off him sends chills racing straight down my spine. Everything about him does, from his golden hair, those honey eyes, the fair skin that looks almost too perfect. I would have lost every last one of my senses if I didn’t react so strongly to Alpha Kane. “You didn’t mention you were coming today,” I say, walking toward him as Sasha quietly pulls the door shut behind us.“My baby sister said there was a threat, so I came running. You know how much I care for you.” He runs his fingers across my chest, staring openly at my cleavage the same way he always did when we were alone before I was sent to Eboncrest. “Your message wasn’t vague, Cam, and you know how much I like my details.”“Someone else is trying to take my place, Alpha Kane.”“And that’s what’s bothering you?” He grabs one of my breasts, weighing it in his palm and rubbing my nipple through the light fabric of my dress. My Lycan purrs at the feeling of being admired again. It’s be
Camala “Are the gifts ready?!” I scream at my Head Lardin. She flinches, the angry volume of my voice forcing her to take a shaky step back. “Everything is prepared, Consort Camala. Would you like to inspect the arrangements?” she asks, but I don’t bother to answer.I don’t have the patience for small talk. I need to think. My mood has been foul since the moment I woke up, largely because I haven’t seen Theron’s face in days. I don’t know what he’s doing, where he is, who he’s fucking, who’s riding his cock, or if he’s even still alive.I should know everything. It’s my job to know everything about him. It feels like I’m starting to lose my touch. My anger keeps getting the best of me, and everything feels out of place.Today, I’ve planned yet another brunch with the other consorts, the third time this week. It’s an excessive amount of social effort, and yet Zephyra hasn't shown her face once and it’s not like she’s even a prisoner anymore. No consort has ever dared to decline my in
Kalb 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
Zephyra My legs keep moving across the cold tiles of my bedroom, back and forth, everywhere and forth, all because I can’t stop thinking about a single thing. Everything that happened with the king replays in my head no matter how hard I try to push it away. I still see the arrow as it pierced hi
Zephyra His hands move over my chest and it’s not rushed, not rough but gentle and my body reacts the same way it did the last night he touched me. Tiny beads of sweat form along my hairline even though the evening breeze is cool. My breathing turns shallow while my thighs press together helples
Zephyra King Theron places my hand on his chest, his larger hand resting over mine. My breath catches as I feel his heart beating beneath my palm wildly. It shows me he’s breathing, that he’s here. That he truly survived the attack, just like Roxy said he would.I’m not entirely sure what I’m fee
Theron She’s frozen. She’s not running, not listening. Just staring at what’s in front of us like her legs have forgotten how to move. She usually obeys without hesitation, but right now my voice isn’t reaching her. Her focus is locked somewhere else, whatever her instincts caught before mine did







