Niklaus leans forward, his hands on Axton’s desk. “My cell was suddenly left open, no guards in sight, and the manacles—specifically designed to suppress my strength—were gone. Someone healed me, too, but it wasn’t just to save me. They wanted me functional for something.” “It felt like a setup fro
Niklaus We’re driving to my pack house and honestly, I am fucking nervous. Next to me, Verena sits quietly, her eyes occasionally flitting over to study my expression. I’ve told her nothing about the pack over the time we’ve known each other, and now, as we’re about to cross the threshold into my w
Her words sting more than I want to admit. “She brings strength, intelligence, and a perspective we need. She’s proven herself, time and again.” “Proven herself?” My mother scoffs, folding her arms. “By doing what, exactly? She comes from a line of failed Blood Magic Covens, Niklaus. There are wome
Verena As Kristina busily chatters about the latest pack gossip, the kitchen door swings open and Niklaus’ mother steps in. The atmosphere shifts immediately; even Kristina senses the change, her words trailing off as she excuses herself, leaving me alone with the matriarch of the pack. The silenc
I growl in frustration, and he chuckles, continuing with his tongue flicking over my oversensitive clit. Ever since we got to his pack house, this is all he’s wanted to do; eat me out, day and night, while not allowing me to touch him at all. He says he can wait until our Claiming Ceremony, but he
Niklaus I’m pacing the length of my office, each step echoing the mounting anger and frustration boiling inside me. Laz is leaning against the wall, his face set in lines of concern and betrayal that mirror my own feelings. “Fucking Ares,” I growl, clenching my fists. “He’s not just betraying me;
“I feel like it too,” I admit, stripping off my clothes and placing them in the hamper in the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the bed in just my boxers, my elbows on my knees, my hands buried in my hair as I let out a long, weary sigh. I feel Verena as she moves behind me, her hands gentle as she st
Verena “I don’t understand why all this is necessary,” “If you’re going to be a King, this is just the first step,” Nastassja Cirillo says drily. “It’s what all potential Lunas have to do before the Claiming Ceremony.” I sigh and look at Niklaus’ mother, realizing that her saying that means that