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Lyralei stared at Nessa standing in the archway and frustration bubbled up hot and immediate in her chest.Why the hell did she have to be here?Joefrey pushed her off him roughly, the movement accompanied by a low growl that came from somewhere deep in his chest. She rolled sideways and landed hard on her hip before scrambling to her feet while he stood up and immediately started pacing back and forth across the training ground like a caged animal.Nessa stood frozen in the entrance glaring at Lyralei with fury written across every line of her face.Lyralei got to her feet slowly, her mark beginning to flicker and dim against her chest as the adrenaline from the fight started to fade. What just happened between her and Joefrey? She'd been about to kiss him. Actually lean down and press her mouth to his while he was pinned beneath her and vulnerable and looking at her with those eyes.The reality of it hit her like cold water.She knew she was supposed to get in touch with the other A
Lyralei's back hit the packed dirt so hard the air left her lungs in a rush.She lay there staring up at the open sky above the training ground, her spine screaming in protest and her shoulders aching from the impact. Three seconds. It had been less than three fucking seconds since she'd lunged at him and she was already flat on her back like some novice who'd never fought before in her life.What the actual hell?She blinked up at Joefrey standing above her, his pale eyes looking down at her with undisguised disdain. The expression on his face said everything his mouth didn't need to. Pathetic, weak and a waste of his time.She felt something hot surge in her chest. Not embarrassment, though that was definitely there. This was deeper. Envy, pure and simple. He was so strong it made her teeth ache with wanting that kind of power for herself.She pushed herself up on her elbows, then to her feet, and the movement sent fresh protests from her back and shoulders that she ignored complete
Lyralei kept walking with determined strides, her boots hitting the stone floor in a steady rhythm that echoed off the corridor walls and came back to her from the empty space ahead.Then she slowed and stopped entirely, standing in the middle of an empty passageway with the sudden realization that she had absolutely no idea where she was going.She turned and looked back the way she'd come, the corridor stretching behind her in a series of torchlit curves and corners that all looked essentially the same. She considered whether she should just swallow her pride and go back to ask Keziah for proper directions to Joefrey's training grounds. The woman would probably give her that peculiar expression again, the one that said she was watching something fascinating and potentially catastrophic unfold, and she'd probably make another comment about Joefrey maybe killing her for the ass-grabbing incident.But at least Lyralei would know where the hell she was supposed to be going instead of w
Theron held the serving girl's head firmly between his hands, his fingers tangled deep in her hair as she worked her mouth over his cock.He watched her struggle with it, watched her eyes water and her throat work as she tried to accommodate him, and the sight of it sent satisfaction coursing through his veins. This was power. This was control. This was what it meant to be a man in a position of authority.He forced her head down harder, ignoring the way her hands came up to brace against his thighs as she tried instinctively to pull back. The gagging sound she made only fueled his pleasure, and he shoved deeper into her throat with deliberate force."Take it," he said, his voice rough. "All of it."She made another choking sound and her whole body tensed, but he held her in place with an iron grip as his pleasure built and built until it finally crested. He released down her throat with a groan that echoed off the stone walls of his chambers, his head falling back as the satisfaction
Lyralei shook her head and immediately regretted it.The world tilted sideways and her vision blurred at the edges before slowly crawling back into focus. She blinked hard a few times, trying to clear the haze that had settled over everything like a thick fog that refused to lift.She was drunk. Actually, genuinely drunk.The realization surprised her more than it probably should have, considering how many cups she'd emptied over the course of the night. She'd had wine before, plenty of times, but this was different. She felt like her thoughts moved like they were wading through honey and her tongue felt too thick for her mouth and everything seemed just slightly off-center in a way she couldn't quite correct.Which meant she'd drunk a lot more than she'd realized while she was doing it.Beside her, Keziah giggled at something one of the warriors had said, the sound high and loose and completely unlike her usual careful control. The woman was utterly lost in the alcohol, her guarded e
Lyralei kept eating while watching the woman approach from her peripheral, her movements calm and deliberate like she had all the time in the world.Beside her, Keziah had gone so stiff and rigid that Lyralei almost found it funny. The woman was practically vibrating with tension, her hands gripping her fork like it was a weapon she might need at any moment.Lyralei scoffed quietly and muttered under her breath, "Keep your shit together."Keziah didn't respond but her grip on the fork loosened slightly.The dark-haired woman didn't break her stride as she approached, moving with the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly where she belonged. She reached the main table and took the seat directly opposite Lyralei without hesitation, settling into the chair like she'd sat there a thousand times before.One of the women following behind her stepped forward and Lyralei recognized her immediately. Seran. The warrior looked significantly worse than she had in the pit, her face stil
Every warrior from both Nikolai’s pack and Gerald’s and Joefrey’s packs drew their weapons at Nikolai’s threat. Steel cleared leather in a rush of sound that filled the clearing with the promise of violence. The Alphas themselves didn’t reach for any weapon, they just watched Nikolai with expressio
“Shit!” The curse ripped from Lyralei’s throat as pure shock and terror slammed into her chest.She splashed backward, her feet slipping on the smooth stone beneath the water. Her arms windmilled as she tried to catch her balance, nearly stumbling out of the pool entirely before she remembered with
Lyralei nodded slowly, processing everything Eliasen had just shown her. Her room. Gerald’s den. The stone dwelling carved into the hillside. But something bothered her.“Wait,” she said, looking back at Eliasen. “You mentioned the bathing area earlier. If it’s out in the open, and I soak there, wo
Lyralei followed Eliasen tiredly through the settlement, her headache still pounding behind her eyes. That hollow feeling like she was missing something important wouldn’t leave her alone no matter how hard she tried to shake it off.“So where are you from?” Eliasen asked without turning around, he







