Bowden I help Kaiya out of the jacket and throw it on the chair next to my shirt. She’s mostly speechless as the concoction Deacon gave her is burning a hole through her guts right now and talking is difficult. “Up,” I say and hook my fingers under her t-shirt. “Why?” she asks, her voice so hoarse that barely a sound is coming out. “I told you skin-to-skin works better. Did you think I meant only my skin? Don’t worry, I’ll keep your bra on.” She’s too unwell to argue much. Her wolf isn't fighting very hard, and is close to death already. Feeling your own wolf dying is an extremely painful experience, especially towards the end, and can kill the human too if it’s not done right. I don’t know how Clara managed to survive. Some witches can kill wolves without killing the human, but it takes considerable skill. I pull the t-shirt over her head, not paying much attention to the unflattering, white cotton bra that leaves a whole lot to the imagination, which suits me just fine. I get o
Bowden Kaiya won’t wake for several hours. After making sure that’s she’s safe and comfortable, I drape my shirt over her so she’ll be comforted by my scent and go to my office where I open my laptop and pull up the birth records for the year Kaiya was born. ‘Kaiya Cole. A healthy daughter born to Alpha Deimos and Luna Andriette, 7 lbs. 6 oz. - Alpha aura.' That doesn't tell me much. For all I know, someone dropped Kaiya on the pack house doorstep as Clara did with her daughter. Instead of driving myself nuts trying to find Kaiya's origin, I decide to search for answers in our archived history, rereading everything I already know, looking for some kind of hint as to why Kaiya is a Lycan and if there are other recorded intances of Lycans being born to werewolves. Two hours later, and beyond frustrated, I slam my laptop shut and summon Griffin to my office. He told me she'd be my last mate. My wild child. He must know something. “Sit,” I order him when he shows up five minutes later
Kaiya I sit cross-legged in front of the full-length mirror in my walk-in closet, blushing when I remember the king’s words to me a few hours ago. “Is that what you want?” he asked. “Do you want me to spank you?” I couldn’t answer him. The images that flashed through my head were too indecent to share, but it was as if he could see straight into my skull. “Because I’ll do it,” he said, his lips so close to mine that his breath tickled my skin. I tried to swallow past the hard lump in my throat, tempted to tell him yes, do it, but at last all I could manage was to shake my head. “Be careful what you wish for,” he said as he rose, not even trying to hide the bulge in his pants. “You barely know me, don’t know the depths of my depravity.” I hardly heard him. All I could think was that he was at least as turned on by the idea as I was. I wanted to tell him that I changed my mind, but it was already too late, he already turned his back on me, his hands clenched in tight fists by his si
Kaiya Bowden stalks towards me, looking at me like I’m a tasty snack, his eyes never leaving mine. He folds his fingers around my wrist, his grip strong enough to let me know that I’m not going to escape, yet gentle enough so as not to hurt me. My heart speeds up and my mouth runs dry. I hate this. I hate how much I crave him. His touch. Pornographic images tumble through my head, sending a wave of heat cascading through my body that settles between my legs as an urgent throb. My wolf starts to purr again, betraying my desires to the king. “Stop doing that,” I scold her. “Why?” she asks. “He’s our mate. He won’t care.” “I care!” I don’t want him to know that his touch alone is enough to picture myself as a porn star in my own little head movie. He gives me a knowing little smirk and caresses my skin with his thumb. I shudder and erupt with goosebumps. My reaction to his touch is so much more violent now that Elowen has awakened. “I told you exactly what it will be like to be mate
Bowden I stare death at Elias and Neil. “You lost her?” I ask, my tone low and dangerous. I’m so beyond fucking angry that I’m almost scaring myself. “How the hell did you manage to lose an entire person?” “She went into the dressing room to try on the gown for the ceremony, and she never came back out,” Elias says. “What about Clara? Where was she?” “She went with her...to help…” Neil’s voice trails off when he looks up at me. “Did I or did I not give instructions that she’s not to be alone with Clara?” I ask. “You did, King, but-” Elias glances at Neil and shrugs -“I…there were only males and…she asked for privacy, and…” he stops talking and kicks at the edge of my area rug with his dusty shoe. They were out all day yesterday and didn’t return last night. They only came back this morning when they realised they couldn’t track Kaiya down by themselves and they could no longer ignore my calls. “Goddess, fuck, you incompetent morons,” I holler at them. I am very close to losing
Bowden We stop outside a small B ‘n B well on the outskirts of the tiny hovel of Bedford. The place was surprisingly busy, busier than Claremont at any rate, and the conductor at the Bedford station told me that it was common to see tourists stream into the town on weekends, especially in summer. After a little prodding, he did admit to seeing Clara, but couldn’t remember Kaiya. “Oh yeah,” he said when I showed him Clara’s photo. “Fucking red-headed witch that one. Strange way of speaking. She kept saying someting about the king wanting to kill ‘er,” the elderly conductor leaned in closer. “Now I ain’t no expert on the matter, but I don’t see why the king would bother with the likes of ‘er. Bit too low class for ‘im, if you ask me.” I look over my shoulder at Griffin and Jaeger who are laughing behind their hands. The old man is talking about the human king, not me. “Do you know where they might have gone?” “No, but e’ery hotel is pretty solidly booked for the next several weekends
Kaiya Getting away from the two Lycans were easier than I thought it would be. They were relaxed, laughing and joking when I went to the dressing room with the flowy, multi-layered chiffon dress. It was Clara's idea to use that moment to escape. I was staring at myself in the beautiful, white, medieval style gown, still thinking that I looked like some kind of fairy princess, even imagining what I'd do with my hair, when my friend came into the dressing room. "There's a bathroom right outside," she whispered. "So?" I asked. "I thought we're running." I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I still wanted to go through with it, but when I saw the anguish on Clara's face, I decided to go with her. She needed me as much as I needed her. Clara helped me out of the dress, and when the tailor stepped out to get a measuring tape, we ran into the toilet, escaping through a small window above the basin. We masked our scent as much as we could using perfume Clara brought with her, and runni
KaiyaThe car ride home is quiet and uncomfortable. Griffin keeps glancing at me in the rearview mirror, a knowing little smile on his face, and every time Clara moves, her shackles rattles, fraying my already frazzled nerves just a little more.Bowden didn’t want to hang around at Sickle Moon's pack house. He was up well before sunrise and impatiently waited for the rest of the pack house to wake so we could get on the road.Since I didn't have any clean clothes, the pack's Luna, Marjorie, gave me some clothes, nothing too fancy this time as we didn’t spend the night with one of the most prosperous packs in the kingdom, and blessed me with a mate prayer before she turned very serious. “Are you afraid of the king?” she asked while I got dressed.I had no idea what happened to Bowden. He woke me and left. “I don’t know what to expect,” I said, “no one prepared me for being a mate. My mother died when I was young.”Luna Marjorie gave me a sad little smile. “That’s not what I meant…I mea