Jessamine Draw him close, ignite his passion and then, pull away. It is not a rejection, Jessamine. It is an artful retreat, a dance of allure. Make him hunger for more.My mother taught me things. Too many things. In her state of delirium, I'd thought it was the madness taking her.But I should've known that she was never mad. She saw, like no one else could. People fear what they do not understand. They tag it as abnormal. Mother, they'd called her mad.I've never been more proud to inherit that title. Cloak yourself in an aura of indifference. Men are drawn to challenges. They yearn to tame and unravel that which they do not understand. Become a puzzle. Become something beyond the ordinary. Become...better.It's like a switch. One I rarely flip. A side to me no one else has seen. A face I have kept hidden. I'm not like the rest. I'm different. I wasn't born wrong. I was born perfect. This isn't pride. It is a fact. Want to be like me? Read.Though, I can now ha
KierI despise myself the moment I realize what I have done. The hall is so silent, one could hear the sound of a pin drop.Randale stares at me with surprise, not bothering to wipe the blood dripping from his broken nose. I raise my gaze from his face to every single man who defers to me in the hall. They all have one question in their disapproving gazes. Why?My fingers clench around Jessamine's finger tightly, against my own will. I have lost control of my body, moving against my will. I found her note under my door, covered in her scent. Let's talk. Training hall. -- JH. I was well on my way to light it up when I say the scrawling behind the note. I'll consider letting you take me on your table if you come.I burned it anyway, trying to resist its lure, but I couldn't stop myself, couldn't help myself. I would call it curiousity, but it is more than that: something primal, untamed, and insatiable stirred within me when it came to this woman.A yawning pit of
JessamineIt took me years to discover the truth. Neredia may be my home, but it wasn't my mother's. Or my father's.And my mother did an awfully good job at masking it. Though, I'd think it obviously from her wild, savage beauty, very much unlike the kind I'd grown around that it was pretty obvious.Violet eyes, hair like the rising sun, olive skin--features that belong to those who worship the Sun Goddess; those who live far beyond the borders that are now occupied by rogues.In Neredia, we worship the Moon Goddess. Our shifting processes are tied to the moon's cycle. We may shift whenever we want to, but only under the moonlight are we at the peak of our powers as wolves.I chuckle as I brush my hair back into my hands, pulling it up into a tight ponytail. We. I talk like I can classify myself as one of them. I don't even have a wolf.In Dawn, the Sun Goddess's City, their shifting process is tied to the sun. In contrast, the moon's energy renders them vulnerable and weaker,
RenaeHands clasped behind her back, she watched from a distance, having gotten banned by her son from The Hunt. It didn't matter. She could only take pride in knowing the wretch wouldn't be returning with the rest of the contenders.She watched as the woman tried again and again to get on the horse. She watched the Gamma approach her, and Renae saw the emotions that flickered briefly in her son's eyes as the Gamma lifted the maid and placed her on the horse.Renae felt no regret for what she had planned.There would be casualties, perhaps, even deaths, but it was all for the greater good. For the pack, for Neredia, she would never let an outsider take the sacred seat from her.Did she hate the miserable maid? Yes. Why did she? Because there was none she hated more than Madeline Everhart. The whore. The one who could tell fortunes by reading one's hand. The one she had confided in once about her impossible love, and she had gone behind her and stolen him from her.Once upon a
JessamineI hate horses.My thighs are sore from riding and I hurt in places I didn't know existed. Branches crunch underneath my boots as I transverse the path with the others who are divided in groups, engaged in conversations that distract them from the sun that burns down on us furiously and the cold that bites through leather and fur.I can already tell. I don't like today.Ahead, Alpha Kier walks with Beta Randale and a few guards, their path leading us deeper into the forest. Ever since the incident with the thong, he's been tense and uncharacteristically silent. Understanding his limits is as vital as knowing his desires. Subtlety, you must master, for too much pressure could ruin everything.Sighing, I swat a flying bug away from my ear. It's getting tedious, all of this. Who's to say abandoning all of this won't get me the same result? Why does it have to be so difficult? Constantly playing these games tire me.But Mother must have seen it all. She couldn't have
We convene in a wide clearing, where an Elder awaits us, a long brown rifle in his grasp. There's a rogue woman kneeling on the floor beside him. She is bound in ropes and her lips are gagged, but when her eyes meet mine, I feel like I have been pinned in place for a more thorough scrutiny.Her eyes, they're a very light shade of blue, it almost looks white. I take one look at her dirty greasy hair that still retains the feathery look and her olive skin and I instantly know she's not from Neredia.In the same exact moment I come to that realization, pure hate slips into her gaze, bitter, raw and cold. It makes me shiver and I look away, focusing my attention instead on the Elder as he addresses us.The woman will be cut loose and given a head start of ten minutes. After which we will follow and hunt her down. The one who kills her and returns with a cut of her greying hair as proof wins.I swallow, eyes darting back to the woman. She looks unperturbed by her impending death. She looks
Lloyd wondered when it all began. He couldn't quite remember. Over the years, she had grown on him; her wistful gaze as she observed the Alpha from the shadows, her infectious laughter, and the unexpected grace in her every movement. Her efforts to conceal her inner darkness behind a facade of naivety had intrigued him.Lloyd couldn't pinpoint when he had fallen in love with her. Maybe it was because she was different, or perhaps because she embodied everything he was not. He, the simpering coward without a mind of his own, had naturally admired Jessamine, and that admiration had evolved into something more.Something Renae didn't appreciate.Lloyd's gaze shifted to his best friend, Kier, who was struggling to mask his worry, avoiding looking in the direction Jessamine had fled. It wasn't Kier's fault that the woman loved him, but that didn't stop Lloyd from hating Kier.There was no one like Kier. He had been the perfect, golden prince when they had been children, but now, he was the
JessamineFinding the cave was hard. Gamma Lloyd conveniently forgot to add that I had to swim to get into it. I’m cold, shivering and risking hypothermia remaining in these clothes, but there isn’t a change of clothes hanging anywhere.Screams echo through the forest and I’m grateful that I’m not out there. Outrunning Moira and Katherine happened on pure luck. They were much too distracted trying to kill each other to even notice me slip into the water, and I’d almost drowned, remaining under as they searched for me.I stand from the rock I’d been sitting on and blow hot breaths into my freezing palms, rubbing them together as I risk a step towards the cave’s entrance. I look beyond the water and I freeze when I spot someone at the edge of it.The rogue, I recognize her from her clothes. She halts when her light blue eyes land on me and she looks back, trying to decide if I’m a high risk. She suddenly lets out a cry when an arrow pierced her shoulder, toppling her into the wate