“Come on, dear. I haven’t bothered adorning it at all.” “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” “It didn’t seem necessary.” Coming to a sudden halt, Rhye cupped her face and stole a swift, frustrated kiss. Lifting his head, he met her startled gaze. “Until now.” Her lips parted with a scathing statement, but before she could catch her breath, he was stepping into the Control Room and speaking to the neon-haired werewolf on patrol. “We need transportation, asap.” The warrior with his strange colour combination of hair shaved close to his head, and his large body covered with a variety of weapons, rose to his feet, clearly under orders to offer Rhye whatever he needed. “Follow me, alpha.” Wryly marvelling at what Trevor would demand in compensation for his hospitality, Rhye followed the werewolf across the room. Waiting for the attendant to push open a narrow door, he wasn’t shocked to discover the enormous underground garage that held a half dozen glistening automobiles. Many Rangers poss
Stephen, the little demon kicked a stray rock as he wandered along the edge of the town’s river. He’d caught the foul scent of an elf hours ago and had eagerly been on the hunt since. Elfy, the little elf, would pay. Bloody bastard. He'd been convinced that this was his chance to prove Dimitri, the council's leader. His joy was quickly turned to annoyance as the trail led him on a seemingly endless goose chase through the mud and muck that this town generated in plenty. For the umpteenth time, he pondered dropping out of this werewolf-helping business and retiring to a beautiful peaceful location in the mountains or the south. The humidity did nothing for his skin. After all, it wasn’t like the cold-blooded Alpha Rhye actually appreciated his spectacular skills. The alpha barely acknowledged he was a full-blooded demon, let alone treated him with the respect or dignity that was his due. So why was he tromping through the nasty weeds, following an even nastier demon or elf scent, whe
Lily shivered, absently rubbing her hands over her bare arms. The chill in the air had nothing to do with the rawd spring breeze and everything to do with the very large, very annoyed werewolf stalking silently behind her. Not that she was about to apologize. She hadn’t asked for his interference. And she most certainly didn’t ask to be treated like a helpless bimbo who had to be tucked away in a safe lair while Rhye played superhero. She was the one who Francisco had harmed and tormented her for years, using her blood to regain his power. She was the one who had dreamed night after night of ripping out the demon’s throat. She was the one who’d tracked the bastard to this neighbourhood. This was her fight, and by God, she was going to see it to the bitter end. And her wicked reaction to his protective instincts had nothing at all to do with the fear that the stunning pleasure she’d felt in Rhye’s arms had given him a power over her that was as ruthless and eternal as Rhye himself.Sh
"Didn’t you think that Dimitri might just want to know about Livia’s plan or if he wanted her head?" Alpha Rhye asked. The demon scowled and looked at Lily. "I don't know…the man was creepy but I know, Francisco swore that you were the ones who went to him in the first place." "I did not!" Lily muttered in disgust. "How would you know? If you lost your memory?" Was it possible? But why? "You couldn’t possibly be stupid enough to believe Livia would willingly hand over herself with an ancient pureblood demon lineage to someone with the likes of Francisco," Rhye accused. The demon tried to cringe from Rhye, obviously more afraid of the looming werewolf than the angry witch perched on top of him. Smart Demon. He thought, but now that Dimitri was involved, he was not sure what Dimitri truly wanted. Things might have gone from ordinary to complicated, but he would never hand Lily to him, not unless the council leader told him everything he needed to know in the first place. The demo
"Almera said Elfy failed in his duty to the council and that he needed to be punished." "That’s not all she said, is it?" Rhye unexpectedly asserted. "She might have mentioned using him as bait." "To trick Livia?" Garnald hesitated at the ice edge of the werewolf’s voice. "She didn’t say I’m not specifically her confidant. More like her prey. Besides, I'm not the only one. " "What do you mean?" "Well, my men saw her talking to Jasmine. I guess that she was behind Jasmine's plans. If I'm not mistaken, she was the one telling Jasmine what to do next, to lure Francisco, the bait Elfy, for Livia to come out of hiding. After all, Livia had been missing for many years since Francisco took hold of her. She vanished and just recently came back... " He added and smirked at Alpha Rhye. "I didn't know he was your mate, ironic huh? Being betrayed by your own council.” Rhye ignored his taunt. "Do you know the reason why Almera needed Livia?" "I don't know… Maybe she wanted what Dimitri wan
Rhye despised both elf and demon magic. He'd grown accustomed to being at the top of the food chain as an alpha werewolf. He was the jolt in the darkness that frightened the other creatures. Yet, for all his power, he had no resistance against Garnald's plunge through the portal, and he was enveloped by the persistent sting of the odd mist that seemed to cut into his skin with cruel pleasure. He had a brief opportunity to bask in the fact that he'd kept the demons' dirty hands off Lily before being propelled out of the portal with enough force to bash his skull into a cement wall. He was temporarily disoriented and didn't comprehend that magic wasn't the only risk. Not until he heard the bang of a thick door and turned to find himself in a jail designed specifically for demons. Anything supernatural. Werewolves are included. He gently turned, allowing his senses to flow forth while furiously wiping the blood from his brow. The fact that they were deep underground, which meant no e
Jasmine grumbled and smirked at the foolish demon, "Saved by the bell, jackass." Ignoring the useless demon cowering on the ground, Jasmine pulled out the mobile phone and lifted her brows as she read the name flashing across the screen. She snapped the phone open and pressed it to her ear. "Garnarld, tell me you have good news." He didn’t. Her already strained temper threatened to combust as she listened to his stumbling, bumbling confession of capturing Rhye by mistake."God, I’m surrounded by morons," she gritted, her mind already sifting through the implications of this latest mess. "Where are you?"He offered hesitant directions, clearly not overly anxious about their impending meeting. Which proved he wasn’t entirely stupid. "You'd better hope I can use this to my advantage, fool, or I'll eat your heart for breakfast," she warned before disconnecting the call and shoving the phone back into her pocket. Reaching down, she grasped the cringing demon by the hair and yanked him to
She saw a woman in a white power suit got into her sports vehicle and sped down the street. A senior citizen swept his front porch. A curious child put his face to the window. There wasn't a beastie to be found among them. Lily stood up straight and sprinted across the street, knowing it was now or never. Skirting the shop, she let her nose guide her to the kitchen window, pushing up the sash a few inches to breathe in the many scents. She frowned at the enticing aromas. Oh my God. Rhye hadn’t been wrong when he accused Garnarld of hexing his food. Even with her immunity to the magic, she could feel her mouth watering in response. Damn demons. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on sorting through the various teas, bread, pastries, and candies. At last, she caught and held the scent of chocolate butter fudge. As she had hoped, the smell was distinctive. Rich, creamy chocolate butter with a hefty dose of demon magic. Which meant that she wouldn’t mistake it for any other fudge that se