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Through the Arch
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The Alpha King's Breeder Through the Arch
LexaKaleb adjusts the loops and straps keeping my shifting dress in place, his fingers biting through the damp, rainy cold. There was a shift in the air last night, after a day spent mostly in solitude at Silas’s house. I’d spent most of the day looking out of the window, watching the trees sway between manor houses and in the small parks, all of them tinged with gold–the first signs of autumn. I missed the harvest. Kaleb’s touch is firm as he moves down my body to my sandals, checking my frame from my neck to the very tips of my toes. I’m allowed a weapon of choice tonight but only as long as I can carry it. I doubt the king knows about my use of a shifting halter, which Lis was able to craft in a matter of hours. I sent Kaleb with a sketch and measurements when he returned to the Glade without me yesterday morning. I eye the weapons laid out on a table across the room. We’re not in the city anymore. We’re far outside the walls cutting off the capital from the endless woods and p
The Alpha King's Breeder This Is Ours
LexaIt only takes one smooth motion for Kaleb to catch me around the middle and take me to the ground. My back hits the soft carpet with a thud that rattles my bones, and I jerk, diving to drive a knee between us. He gathers my wrists, pinning them above my head, and thrusts his knee between my legs, pinning me. His eyes are bright and only inches above mine while he inspects my face for damage from my fall. Pain throbs through my forehead, but it’s my pride that stings in agony. “I told you,” he says low in his throat, a soft growl that laces over my skin, “your overconfidence is going to kill you. Do you think you can still see in the dark without your wolf at your disposal?”I go totally still, my body relaxing against my will, and fold. I submit. I give up. “What happened to us? Why does this have to be so hard? Rejecting each other? I don’t want to do it, but you’re making it clear that we–we’ll never be able to be together. What changed in you after the maze? You’re not the
The Alpha King's Breeder I'll Do It Myself
LexaThey’re no maids in the manor. Not a single servant to tend the halls. Beyond the formal gates out front, fae guards rest against the spiraling columns that mark the entrance, the garden sheltered by a tall, marble wall that wraps around the entire building. It reminds me of the manors in Moonrise and some of the nicer townhomes. Crescent Falls, ever modern, favors the larger, family style homes, like Misty’s place. Silas doesn’t have a TV. I haven’t seen anyone with a phone, either. No video games. No computers. Just… books. Books Silas likes. Books about war and politics. The sun isn’t nearly as warm today. I move through the house, exploring. I slept well last night, woke refreshed, and took a long, hot shower for the first time in weeks, scrubbing my skin raw, making use of Silas’s excessive collection of soaps and oils. But now I don’t know what to do with my time. I haven’t seen Blake since yesterday morning. I know he went out last night because I peaked out a window an
The Alpha King's Breeder Calling Him Out
KalebThe ballroom in the palace is crowded but so quiet I can hear the echo of my footsteps. I didn’t bother to bathe, let alone change into something more appropriate for this occasion. My shirt is dust-stained red and wilted from a day spent in the sun, in the sparring ring, where I beat my tension into submission until I couldn’t so much as lift my arms anymore. Fae guards stomp beside me, flanking me on either side until we reach the top of the staircase leading down to the wide, ornate ballroom where a crowd of mostly men waits. The balcony overlooking the ballroom is wrapped in banners, like some kind of celebration is being held soon, the decorating in the early stages. A celebration for the victor, the champion, of the Trials that are not yet over. Several faces turn as I move down the stairs on my own. My boots leave red-hued dirt in their wake, a bright stain on the marble tiles–like blood. Like every step is a reminder of the blood spilled only to entertain these beings
The Alpha King's Breeder Who's to Blame?
LexaI slept an entire day away. I couldn’t bring myself to even attempt to get out of bed. It wasn’t a weakness in my body–nothing sore or aching. I’ve always lived and loved routines. I feel my best when I know exactly what a day will bring–or at least should bring. But lately, everything has been so upside down. My spirit is shattered, and there’s nothing I can do to fix it other than succumb to the fatigue that’s been draining me for weeks without my wolf to help keep me balanced. So, I laid in Kaleb’s bed, surrounded by his scent, watching the sunlight play over the ceiling, watching the shadows creep in as the sun began its slow descent back toward the horizon–another day passing, another day further from home. Another day with too many questions and far too little answers. I allowed myself to think about Chessie. I mapped her from memory, sinking so deeply into my thoughts that I could almost feel the cool bite of the creek that runs through the center of Silverhide and that
The Alpha King's Breeder A Father's Broken Heart
SorenSilverhide is gorgeous in the morning. Wispy fog snakes through the trees as I stomp through wet, almost shin high grass. The little cabin on the edge of the main part of the village is tucked in the shadow of a crop of trees, their leaves morphing to a bright yellowish green as they dry. Yeah, I feel the change in the air. That first jarring cold morning of the upcoming season. Fall is on the horizon, which means Lexa and Blake have been missing for almost a month. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since Maeve and I found each other, thrust together as some joke of the Goddess. The joke’s on Her, however, because my mate is currently tucked tight in a bed we lovingly shared–naked–her scent all over my skin, just how I like it. Is She irritated that we made it through her trials, or is that what She wanted all along?Our daughter, our precious demon of fire and wrath, blinks into the sunlit fog, gnawing on my shoulder and curling her little talons in my hair beneath th
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