LOGINZephyraJareth 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,
TheronI didn't think it was possible to feel more relief than I do right now, but watching Zephyra stand here, completely lost in her own head as she communicates with that problem of a beast warms my chest. She’s here. Awake. Alive and it feels like the first real breath I’ve taken since she ran.“Mate?” she mutters to herself. Jareth looks at me and raises an eyebrow, wondering what is going on with her.She isn't used to using a mind-link, and I know the dark reason why. Having your beast constantly suppressed can lead to all sorts of abnormalities. I hope her struggle with the link is the only side effect, but if more problems arise, I’m ready to help her. In the rush of pulling her out of that burning hell, her hybrid warned me they would need my help. She never said what for. I’m hoping I can get Zephyra to tell me.“Are you wounded?” Zephyra asks the second I set her on her feet.“No,” I say, denying the throbbing injury on my arm at the exact same moment my Beta opens his bi
Zephyra I’m uncomfortable with the way they keep sniffing me, but I can’t do anything about it. I feel their breaths brush over my skin as they sniff, and the discomfort crawls all the way down my spine but I keep still anyway. I don’t know enough about this kingdom, and the little I have learned
Theron I take a single step toward her, just one and she flinches before stumbling back. I can feel her fear rolling off her body and although she should fear me since everyone does…I can’t quite decide how I feel about it coming from her. If she were anyone else, I wouldn’t have cared whether
Zephyra I’m not sure how to feel about his sudden interest in my life. He asked about my pack as well as my alpha, but I have no idea how to tell him that I was the Alpha of my pack… or at least, I was supposed to be.“Silence wasn’t the answer I expected,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “So m
Theron The sound she’s been fighting so hard to keep inside finally slips from her lips, just like I wanted it to. I don’t rush and I don’t place my tongue where she needs it most yet. Instead, I take my time exploring her, learning her reactions and giving her space to understand what is happe







