Dark brooding eyes met mine that looked like they would burn me to the ground if I wasn't already lying half decapitated on the bed.
My eyes widened as Damien took closer steps towards, walking so slowly that the moment seemed to stretch into forever.My lips parted, then closed again because no words could come out.Finally, after what felt like forever, Damien was standing right in front of my eyes—by my bed, his hand moving towards me.I flinched when his fingers grazed my face, and it was his turn to have a wide eyed look.To my surprise, he spoke first. "How are you doing, Madeline. I—I'm sorry, I should have come to see you much sooner."What?There were no words to describe the shocked look on my face, because this was the last thing I expected to hear from my mate.I turned to Runa, but Damien beat me to it, his face softening a bit. "You can leave us now."The hardness of his alpha toneGone? What did he mean by that? Had he sent her away?Even though I was hearing the words from my mate's lips, it was still hard to believe. I opened my mouth, and he leaned back towards me before I could say anything else, capturing my lips with his. I melted into his hold again, against my will, because it turned out that my wolf was enjoying all of these too much to want to stop. Maybe if my wolf was aware that every moment I spent kissing my mate was inadvertently leading to his death—maybe if she knew that, she would have a bit more control. She didn't, so I remained in his hold, my body like jelly, as he completely ravaged my tongue. My skin felt hot to the touch, my body boneless with want, only able to stay in his embrace, letting him tilt my head as he wished to kiss me deeper. I felt like I should remember something, be trying to say something to him, but my mind was foggy wi
Dark brooding eyes met mine that looked like they would burn me to the ground if I wasn't already lying half decapitated on the bed. My eyes widened as Damien took closer steps towards, walking so slowly that the moment seemed to stretch into forever. My lips parted, then closed again because no words could come out. Finally, after what felt like forever, Damien was standing right in front of my eyes—by my bed, his hand moving towards me. I flinched when his fingers grazed my face, and it was his turn to have a wide eyed look. To my surprise, he spoke first. "How are you doing, Madeline. I—I'm sorry, I should have come to see you much sooner."What? There were no words to describe the shocked look on my face, because this was the last thing I expected to hear from my mate. I turned to Runa, but Damien beat me to it, his face softening a bit. "You can leave us now."The hardness of his alpha tone
Lily lost her child? I nearly shot up from the bed, and I would have, if I wasn't still strapped to it. My breathing turned labored as those words left Runa's lips. That was a lie, right? Lily possibly couldn't have. . . Was it Axel? Did he decide to kill her child himself since I wasn't doing anything? I shook my head, as if that action would somehow make the thoughts disappear. But why was Runa telling me this first? Did Lily lose her child because of me? That was impossible. I turned my head to my lady in waiting, examining her expression with interest. "Wh—what happened? How did it happen?" She let out a huge sigh, before pretending to adjust something around my pillow, and trying to prop me up a bit so I wasn't lying so uncomfortable. My neck still hurt from lying in this position for long, and I contemplated asking her to untie me, except I didn't know if she could. Fr
It felt like days before someone else came to my room again, although it was probably just a few hours. In that time, I had slept, woken up with a headache that made my head feel like it was on fire, and passed out after. Or at least that was what I thought I did. It could have been a dream, but everything was too jumbled up in my head. I kept on feeling like I was reliving the incident, like a loop—me jumping out of the window, with an angry mage glaring at me from behind. I still remembered the pressure on my legs like it was happening right then again, and everything I did, I wanted to crawl into my skin and remain there. The next person that came to see me wasn't Susan, with her loathing glare, but Runa, my lady in waiting. I couldn't help the sigh of relief I managed to exhale weakly, when I opened my eyes and met her worried face. A small smile lined my lips, but I tried to sit up, I remembered th
Bile rose up the back of my throat, and I had to press my palm against my mouth to stop it from coming out. Lie with Alpha Chris Vale? Did this mage even hear himself? I folded my hands over my chest. "I'm sorry, I can't do it." I said simply. It didn't matter what he threatened me with. I would rather die. His eyes glowed a deep dirty green that looked like the underground dirt, but even more vile. I tried to move my feet slowly—so slowly, that he couldn't catch the movement. A sigh of relief nearly busted out of me when I realized I could do it. My feet weren't stuck to the ground anymore. He must have been distracted from trying to get me to agree to his outlandish plans. Working with the Serpent worked to my favor, and he wasn't asking me to do something I already didn't want to do, but this? Even the thought was too appalling. To lie with Alpha Chris... Not to
The shock I got from his words caused me to eye the window again, with renewed interest. Wouldn't it be better to take my chances with that window? It wasn't that high. I would probably end up badly bruised, but it would be a better outcome than what this creature was asking of me. Kill Alpha Chris Vale? Even if by some unforeseen circumstances—which was very unlikely—I managed to get close enough to the alpha, to kill him, my head would come off immediately. Susan would flat my skin, until only my bones would be left to beg for mercy. There wasn't s crueler punishment in all the kingdoms that what would be done to me. And that was only if I made it out alive. Did these creatures even know what they were asking of me? I opened my mouth, and closed it again, unsure of what to even say. How do I say that I couldn't do what they asked, because I would lose my head as well? It wasn't
The face in front of me was grotesque and distorted, reflecting the dark magic that courses through his veins. I knew it was dark magic, because I could see it. Dark green like liquid that pulsed like blood in his veins, but wasn't actually blood. I couldn't even tell what it was. The green liquid within it's veins were bulging and writhing like living serpents beneath the surface. His face was distorted too, with sunken cheeks and a twisted cruel grin that seemed to split his face into two parts. He raised a pointed nose at me—too long and pointed to be real, but still a lot like a real nose, just with the same green undertone in it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Madeline." He said my name with a gnarly voice that sounded sharp, but bitter. Like a coarse material rubbing over my ears when he spoke. "What—what are you?" I stuttered a breath, and pushed backwards. My feet refused to mo
As I walked with my head held as high as I could muster to Damien's office, I felt a multitude of emotions. I knew he was going to call me. Why? The Serpent. A small smile lined my lips when I thought about the message I had received earlier this morning, just before the first rays of the sun had shone through. The bastard was still hell bent on me killing Lily and Damien's unborn child, and I wouldn't deny that the idea was beginning to take a little bit of root in me. Damien's words last night had solidified it. With his child gone, he would be less inclined to end our mate bond as quickly as he wished, and get mated with Lily instead. But thankfully I could push that thought to the back of my mind after I received his message. When I got to the door to Damien's office, I took a moment to breath in huge gulps of air, before pushing it open
That night sleep eluded me, but I couldn't spend the night outside. Not after the wide smile Damien shot at me, and how he helped me back to my room, placing another kiss on my lips. Now that he knew he didn't need to lose me, and I would be pliant to his demands, he seemed to have no problem with kissing me as he wished. A single tear slid down my eyes, as I pressed shaking fingers to my lips, hating myself so desperately for it. I tried to tell myself that I only did it because I knew I didn't have a choice. It was better this way—the wiser thing to do. I was lying to myself. As I tossed and turned in bed, I thought about other things I could have done. I could have thrown his filthy proposal in his face, and made it clear that I would never do something like that. Those were the self respecting things to do, but then would they preserve me? At least this way he thought he had me in