LOGINOne moment, we're surrounded by a loud terrifying scream and shattered glass, and the next we are standing in an unknown forest.I don't know many places in the human world and I didn't have time to ask and find out exactly where we're supposed to go.I only envisioned a secluded and safe forest away from the current chaos and I guess that is what we got.The only problem is...I don't know how far away we are.But then, the most important thing is to get us to safety and take Zuri somewhere she can be with her family.Then my Pack and I will find somewhere we can lay low.Asad will try to get the rest of the Pack to his grandfather while I skim for an opening to get away from them.I can't keep dragging them into my shit.My purpose and quest have nothing to do with them and whether I like it or not, I must fulfill my purpose.Bitter truth...Jayan swears in the background, scanning his eyes around, checking on everyone to be certain we are all in good shape.I tip my face to look up
~Bethany~I don't know which part hurts me more.The fact that I'm being painted as some monster or the fact that I'm putting the princes' lives in danger.I have to let them go.I need to let them go.This is my fight, it has absolutely nothing to do with them.Whatever I feel for them, I need to put it aside and let them go.My room door swings open and Jayan peers in. "Marshmellow,." He calls in a very soft voice.I snort softly, my voice a scratchy rasp. "Please, come in."He opens the door wider as they all file into the room, trying so hard to hide the worried looks on their faces.A well-bathed Olyon leans against the doorframe, unwilling to come closer and Jay walks up to me on the bed and gingerly sits beside me while Mosley hovers nearby, fussing over me. Asad is standing beside Olyon, hands in his pockets."We need to leave now, Marshmellow. Icicle will get us to a safe house and Sad will try to find a way to reach his grandfather."I open my mouth to speak and suddenly fr
I turn around, trying to see where the Vel Morin will appear from.Although I'm still pissy that out of all of us, I'm the only one in the pack who doesn't share any distinct connection with our mate.Mosley and Sad now have their mark on her and can communicate with her telepathically.As for Olyon, she can sense him even while he's still in Velthra and they literally stroll through Velthra together like it's not such a chaotic realm of existence that kills Nobles who experience it.But me? Nothing.I wonder why the Vel Morin is staying unseen though, and then it hits me...he might be hurt and doesn't want Bethany worried.On cue, the moment Bethany closes her door, Olyon appears and collapses on one of the couches with a soft wheeze.Damn, that's a lot of blood. He's covered in so many tiny lacerations, his clothing torn to shreds, that he looks more like ribbed melon flesh with sipping liquid than the almighty Vel Morin.Most of his face is seriously fucked up, and bones are sticki
~Jayan~Almost an hour after the Vel Morin put our mate to sleep, he returned to meet us in the room."Thought you wanted to feed on her dreams?" I ask, but the Vel Morin simply leans on the wall, staring blankly ahead."You should feed on Bethany's dream or anyone else's," Mosley tells him. "You don't look too good and feeding will definitely do you some good."The Vel Morin pushes some seed into his mouth, still without response."We can't afford to be here much longer," Asad says, cutting off the conversation. "We've lost so much time already. We need to leave." He adds and I can't help but agree with him."Where exactly are we headed?" Mosley asks."I need a couple of basic spell ingredients to see if I can comb through my mental barrier and reach for my grandfather's location," Asad replies."If the spell ingredients you need are readily available in this realm or the black market, then I can get them for you," Mos says."Of course you can," I interject. "I bet your family owns t
~Asad~When I wake later, Bethany is sitting in the corner of the living room, her eyes on us.“Asad?” she calls once my eyes fly open.“Thaloria,” I whisper. “What happened?” I try to sit up and feel a thick material wrapped over my torso.It’s a blanket.“You all passed out. Glad you're back up. I was scared we’d have to stay here much longer.”“Huh?” I rub my eyes. “How long have we been out?”“A couple of hours,” She stands and walks over to me.Taking a seat beside me on the floor, I wince when I see her tired eyes. “You didn’t catch some sleep.”She shakes her head. “Not when you were all out cold.”I take a look around, spotting Jay and Mosley but not Olyon.“He woke less than an hour after you all passed out.” She sighs. I drag her into a hug. “Tell me, what's wrong?”She turns away as if she doesn’t want to meet my gaze. “I think it has to do with the death of the Liminal Order members. I think the destruction of their anchor of Adreth might be weakening the tether” (Tether:
I slip off my own shirt, so captivated by her that it takes me a moment to understand what she's talking about. Then I scoff. "You think I wouldn't sacrifice my magic for you? I would sacrifice anything for you. Even if I never woke up, the risk was well worth-" She's on me in the next moment, her lips colliding with mine, and then we're both hungry, ravenous, searing with need. Rolling, I pin her to the bed and take over the kiss, groaning when her hands tangle in my hair. I rock my hips, and heat shoots down my spine when she grinds against me in return with a soft groan. "Bethany," I whisper, trying to shed my pants as fast as fucking possible. "I want to cherish you. I want to spend every day of the rest of our lives worshipping your body, but right now-" "Sex now. Talk later," she agrees, wrapping her legs around me insistently. Deskar! I'm in love with her. I never expected that. My entire life, I never thought I would ever have a mate that could endure my shortco
~Olyon~“Okay,” Bethany says in a rather defeated voice.“Please, I need explanations.” Salazar stands. He doesn’t look good; he looks like he’s going to shift and let his dragon take over any moment.Mosley is sprawled on the floor, head in his palm, and ice crawling over his arm in slow, steady m
~Bethany~"Oh my gods, Baby…” Jayan rushes to me, rubbing his fingers all over my face as if he’s uncertain that I'm the one.I let him do that. I understand how panicky my absence must have caused him, and the fact that he’s a shifter makes it worse.“You look like shit, what the fuck happened to
~Bethany~“P-Please!” he pleads. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!” he sputters, spit flying. “I have a consignment that I'm working on. It will push through in a couple of days. You can have it all. Drugs, girls, plent
~Mosley~“Bet?” Bethany asks.Her voice is quiet. She suspects it. All it takes is assuming a dry tone that would make anyone feel stupid.“Yes, the bet about who would fuck you first. We thought getting you in bed would be a challenge, but here we are. One day of fawning over you, and it opened yo







