Kier"No."The man tips his head back and laughs. "An odd choice, considering how dire the situation is. Do not think for a second that my King cares for this treaty. Or peace. Your father murdered peace, and you have continued in his stead."My jaw ticks. "Your King had my lands attacked. Four maidens, daughters of Alphas died in that charge. Yet, I held back." I lean back in my seat. "If I wished to play games like, burn the castle, I would have sent more men, and your King wouldn't be alive to send this message. So, no. I did not send rogues to Dawn. Perhaps, I should've sent an army right after I buried my dead."Darrock falls silent. "The rogue gave your name."I recall the dungeons, and the rogue I'd killed. His warm blood running down my hands, staining my sleeves. "And the prisoner gave me your King's name."The emissary slices his head left, his forehead creasing. "If I am to believe you, someone is trying to start a war between our kingdoms." A pause in which his lips tug do
KierMy arms yank her lithe frame up and her legs wrap around my waist, fingers shredding the arm of my shirt as she nips on my lower lip. I taste blood, anger and lust on her lips. Her tongue lashes against mine, stroking softly one second, and violently the next second, and it is my undoing. I hardly notice her legs unwrapping me, until I am shoved into the wall with shocking strength. The tiny witch pulls back, growling as she fumbles my tunic, trying to get it over my head, but she’s too short to reach. A snarl rips from her lips as she grips two ends of the collar and rips it in half. It hits the floor, somewhere on the left…or right. I don’t know. I can’t take my eyes off her.Her gaze rises to mine in that moment and her eyes—they’re fucking silver with a violet ring around them. Zephyr roars, lurching forward, and my lips slam into the skin of her neck, kissing, nipping, and I sniff deeply. She’s mine. She’s fucking mine.I grip her waist, pushing her onto the desk and things
JessamineDrawing the hood tighter over my head, I weave through the woods, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. My stomach flutters as knotted nerves unravel. A loud roar splits the air from a distance, sending the birds perched on the trees flying.I haven't been back in these woods in years, but it is almost the same. The paths I created when I was a child have all closed up, but the markers mother put on the trees are still here.My fingers trace each as I walk past, and my heart clenches at the sight of the familiar boulder that had served as a gate for my home.I halt in front of the little mud hut I grew up in. Memories assault me and I shove them down, deep into the box of things I don't like to look into. Each step is heavier than the last as I approach, and I convince myself, again and again that this is important. I need to find the truth and while I can't ask my mother anymore, I know where to look.Towards the end of her life, she could hardly recall details anymore. She wa
HunterOne night became two, and then countless. Hunter couldn't get enough of her, and he did nothing to hide it.Soon, his affair with Madeline spread, much like wildfire, and he had to face his parents."No.""Father, please," Hunter pleaded, but his parents were adamant. He'd known they would never accept Madeline, but considering the fact she was his mate, he'd thought it could be fixed.He'd succeeded over the past months in getting her out of the brothel. He built them a tiny hut in a village far from the castle, and she seemed content being there. She seemed happier, younger, a savage innocent beauty. He wanted to keep that, and her. He didn't want to be king if it meant she couldn't be his queen.He told his parents that, and they had him confined to his chambers for months, heavily guarded. Not even his prowess could get him out when more than a score elite guards were positioned at every entrance of his chambers.Every day apart from her tortured him, and the distance betwe
“No,” Madeline sobbed, scrubbing off the blood on her skin until she bled. “I didn’t—I wouldn’t hurt you like that. I love you.”It was the first time Madeline ever admitted to him that she loved him, and though he’d waited for those words for a long time, he barely heard her. The windows and entrances were shut, as they usually were when the King and Queen of Dawn were having private conversations that couldn’t afford to be leaked to outsiders. There was no way anyone could have come from outside.Still, she inched closer, reaching for his hands with her fingers that still had his mother’s blood on them. Hunter flinched, and Madeline let her hand fall. “I didn’t do it. I swear it, on my life, though it’s not worth much. Tell me you believe me.” A tear slid down her cheek. “Please.”Perhaps, had it been someone else, he might have considered the possibility of it all. But his mother was dead, and Madeline had wielded the dagger. In that moment, all he saw was her body, and the blood o
JessamineThere’s someone in my room when I return by morning. I know it because I smell him. Crisp winter and spice. Shoving my mother’s journal into my satchel, I twist the door knob and stop short when I see Alpha Kier in my bed, ankles crossed over the other, his hands locked behind his head. His hazel eyes drop to my feet covered in black boots and rise from my riding pants to my tight shirt. They heat and he sits up. “Where were you?”I shut the door behind me. “Since when do you care where I go? And did no one ever teach you that it’s bad behavior to lie on the bed with shoes?” He’s always had that terrible habit. Not that he ever noticed that every time he slept in his boots, I’d take them off for him.Alpha Kier shrugs. “It’s fine if I say it is.” He brushes down on his…I pause, my breath slowing as I notice it for the first time. He’s wearing the black sweater I knitted for him. “This is oddly…comfortable.” He raises his gaze and I look away abruptly, not trusting that I’l
LloydRenae swiveled, displeasure curling her thin lips. Her fingers rose, snapping twice to the bed. "I'll have you know there are worse ways to cause you pain. Lay down. Now."Lloyd's gaze flicked to the bed and back to the Luna's hazel eyes--Kier's eyes. "Randale knows. It's only a matter of time before Kier finds out. I cannot do this with you anymore, Renae." He paused, pain tightening his throat. "You gave your word to help Nadine get out if we did this. You have done nothing to that effort."Renae shrugged off her robe, placing it against her chair. She settled on the edge of the bed, raising her chemise high enough for Lloyd to peek the smooth skin between her thighs. The heady scent of arousal teased his nostrils. "Getting a message to Atticus is harder than you think it is, and receiving a response is just as difficult. Your sister will be home, safe, as long as you play your part. I'll have no more complaints from you. Come here," she said, parting her legs wider.Lloyd hat
I wake up to whispers by my door that chased me from my bed. I'm angry, but the feeling isn't mine. It's a murderous thing that has my insides twisting, raging, demanding I draw blood from something. Someone. Anyone.I empty out the pitcher of water by my bed stand, gulping down in large amounts in hopes to cool the heat rising from my stomach. But nothing works. The pitcher falls from my grasp, crashing to the ground as I double over, gasping for air. The rage intensifies, and I shut my eyes forcing deep breaths into my lungs. I need…I don’t know what I need, and before I can think, I’m lurching for the door, grabbing an oversized robe and wrapping myself in it.It's late at night. Very late, yet, I can hear hurried footsteps outside my door. Twisting the doorknob, I pull the door open, half-walking, half-running towards the source of the tug in my chest."What's happening?" I ask the maid on my right, and when she turns, I see it is Amelia. She sneers and walks ahead, ignoring me a