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Change of plans

Autor: White Orchid
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-13 09:00:00

Kaela’s words made Lucien choke.

Heat flooded her face the second she realized how it had sounded.

“I mean ride your *wolf*,” she corrected quickly, hands waving. “Completely clothed—both of us. Well, you would be furred, but—”

“The more you explain, the worse it sounds,” Lucien said with a pained grin. “Unfortunately, the answer is still no.”

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  • Mate To The Tyrants    Evil Laughter.

    “How dare you?” Dahlia sputtered indignantly. “This is my pack! If anything, you're the one who should leave!”I winced inwardly.That was it. Our entire journey was a failure.We were about to be thrown out without even getting the chance to meet her father.To my astonishment, however, Dahlia continued speaking as though she were having a conversation with herself.“But because I'm a gracious and kindhearted person, I'll forgive you. After all, we're going to be married eventually. What's a few harsh words between mates?”Blaise and I exchanged discreet looks of disbelief.Dahlia was either incredibly optimistic about her chances with Ronan, astonishingly confident in herself, or completely delusional.“Are you going to take us to see your father or not?” Ronan demanded impatiently.“Someone's certainly eager to meet his future father-in-law.” Dahlia cooed at him.Before Ronan could deliver another scathing response, she turned around.“Come on, then. Follow me.”At last, we were ma

  • Mate To The Tyrants    Not Welcomed

    No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than the sound of a church bell rang through the air. The enormous gate began to creak open, forcing the three of us to stand outside and wait.I could practically feel Ronan’s irritation growing by the second. He clearly wanted to march straight inside and get down to business rather than stand around waiting like an uninvited guest.“Pretentious fuckwits,” he muttered under his breath.“Manners,” Blaise and I said simultaneously.The surprise that flickered across Ronan’s face was priceless. He quickly composed himself, however, just as someone approached us.The woman was tall, with long, dark hair pulled into a high ponytail and straight bangs framing her forehead. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed in distaste as she examined me from head to toe, clearly unimpressed by what she saw. She sniffed the air before recoiling with a contemptuous huff.“A human? And not even a beautiful one.” She looked me over disdainfully. “You’re weak, and you have

  • Mate To The Tyrants    A journey to Thunderstrike

    What sort of pack is Thunderstrike?” I asked from the back seat, where a bag of supplies and a change of clothes rested beside me.We had departed at first light after eating an early breakfast. Despite our efforts to remain optimistic, I could not stop worrying about what would happen if we failed to secure enough food for Nightreign.Ronan was behind the wheel once again, while Blaise occupied the passenger seat. He had recovered sufficiently to insist on joining us, refusing to be persuaded otherwise even after Ronan warned him that the journey would be long and painfully boring.Thunderstrike was situated far enough away that we had at least six hours of driving ahead of us. The pack occupied territory beyond the mountains, and I rolled down the windows to let in some fresh air before the motion of the car could make me nauseous.The roads were uneven and bumpy, and I was already regretting my position in the back seat.However, I had no intention of asking Blaise to switch places

  • Mate To The Tyrants    The Doctor's final goodbye

    “A vampire killed him, Blaise. They drained his blood, slit his throat, and left him sitting in his favourite armchair for us to discover.” Ronan explained everything bluntly, making no attempt to soften the horror of it.Blaise parted his lips as though he wanted to respond, but no words came out. His fingers tightened around my hand until it almost hurt. I did not pull away. At that moment, I was the only thing keeping him from slipping into the darkness of his grief.Tears welled in his eyes, and his throat moved as he struggled to speak.“I... no... but...” He finally managed to stammer, wiping his eyes with his free hand.A heavy wave of sorrow washed over me, threatening to drag me under. The grief was not mine, yet I felt every bit of it through him.“I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.” His voice weakened as he sank further into the pillows. “I should have visited him more often. I had the time. I could have called him. I could have done something, anything. Why did I

  • Mate To The Tyrants    Murdered

    The word hung heavily in the infirmary.Murdered.For several seconds, Blaise said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on Ronan as though he were waiting for his brother to laugh and admit that the entire conversation had been some cruel joke.But Ronan didn't smile.There was no amusement in his eyes, no trace of the playful brother who had teased him moments earlier.Only grim certainty.I squeezed Blaise's hand, wishing there were something I could say to make the news less painful.Doctor Thomas had clearly meant a great deal to him. Even after all those years apart, Blaise had been ready to trust the man with our future.Now that hope had been taken away."Who would do something like that?" Blaise finally asked.His voice was quieter than before.Ronan's

  • Mate To The Tyrants    Awake at last

    I did not know when I had fallen asleep. All I knew was the gentle stroke across the top of my head, smoothing my hair the whole time. When I opened my eyes I was still by Blaise’s bedside in the infirmary, and the room was eerily dark.As soon as I sat up, the weight on my head vanished. My attention went first to the moon, then to Blaise. I sucked in a sharp breath when a pair of silvery gray eyes looked back at me."Blaise." I murmured his name. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard it was almost deafening. Excitement and relief swirled through my chest, and for a moment I could not tell whose feelings they were.Without another word I launched myself into his open arms and tucked my head into the crook of his neck. In that position his natural scent filled my nose, the perfume of home. I snuggled deeper. When he laughed softly, my body moved with his."It is good to see you too, Kaela."

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