Adeline refuses to let me rest. The higher the moon grows in the sky the more desperate she becomes to find her mate. She forced the shift hours ago and refuses to give me back the reins. With her nose to the ground she hunts for the scent that she craves. The scent of citrus and pine. She is positive that the scent belongs to her mate. I have long stopped trying to reason with her. We aren’t here to find our mate. We are here to find our way back to Alexander, but she is a wolf obsessed with finding her goal. Never stopping to rest, Adeline keeps hunting our mate until the wee hours of the morning. The sky turns a beautiful shade of orange and purple as the sun rises in the sky. I watch the breathtaking sunrise from behind Adeline’s eyes and I beg her to stop and take a break for a few hours. Letting out a little humph of frustration she finally tires herself out and lays on the hard ground and closes her eyes. Once Adeline’s mind is calm once again I let myself rest
The water in the bath is so hot that it stings my skin, but I do not dare complain. The woman that is scrubbing my body has a very serious look on her face and I remember that she is not the type to be crossed. The embarrassment of having someone else wash you never gets any better. Treating me like a child she lifts my arms and scrubs my armpits. “I can honestly do this myself,” I say embarrassed as she runs the rag over my breasts. “The Alpha King wants you clean,” she mumbles angrily to herself as the rag travels further south. Looking up at her I cannot help but wonder why she is so angry with me. She appears to be around my age with beautiful golden hair that is pulled back into a tight bun. Her clothes are neatly pressed and nothing about her is out of place. Grabbing her wrist with both of my hands I stop her before she reaches my southern regions. “Please,” I say with a little harshness in my voice. “Let me do this myself.” The woman drops the rag in the bath
Margaret shows me to my room and slams the door shut. I hear the jiggle of keys and a click, and I know that she has locked me inside. I let out a sorrowful sigh. The room that has been provided for me is only a small improvement over the small room that I stayed in as an Omega. There is a bed, an actual bed, not a cot with an overly worn mattress. A small dresser is off to one side and another door that I can only assume leads to a bathroom. Making my way across the room I open the small dresser and neatly folded maid’s uniform dresses are stacked inside. Plain white undergarments are in the top drawer. I run my fingers over the rough material and long for the silks and satins that I used to wear. Closing the drawers to the dresser I open up the door leading to the bathroom. There is only a sink and a toilet. No shower. Of course there wouldn’t be one, I think to myself. Only those of important rank and stature would have a full bathroom attached to their rooms. Stri
Slipping out of my bedroom I quietly tiptoe down the halls of the castle. Using the service stairwells only; I quickly make my way out of the castle’s backdoor. I let my heart guide me as I find my way to the spot where I saw the large black wolf standing, but he is no longer there. My heart drops a little as I look down at the massive pawprints he left in the dirt. They disappear just inside of the tree line. Just inside the forest I walk along the trees looking for hints that my mate is still out here. Rustling the leaves on the ground I look for any pawprints that may have been left behind. But there is nothing for me to find. With a frustrated humph, I kick the leaves in front of me and the scent of citrus and pine sprinkles into the air. The scent is faint but it is enough for my nose to follow. Pulling off my robe, I allow Adeline to come forward. As my skin stretches and my body elongates my beautiful white fur sprouts along my skin. Adeline stretches her paws in
“Get up, Girl,” Margaret says loudly as she rips the blankets off my bed. When the bells rang for the servants to awaken, I had rolled over and went back to sleep. My night had been plagued with nightmares of my past life. Visions of being attacked replayed over and over in my dreams. Only this time it was not Raphael that delivered the haunting message, it was Victor himself and his giant black wolf was the first one to deliver the blow to my naked body. I groan loudly at Margaret and pull my pillow over my head trying to drown out her nasally voice. “I said get up, Girl,” she yells out loudly again. Sitting up in the bed I stretch my arms widely to the side and glare in Margaret’s direction. “I have a name you know,” I say with as much smartass attitude as I can muster. Margaret looks down on me with a strange satisfaction. “What is the point in getting to know your name when you won’t be around for long?”“What is that supposed to mean?” I cannot help the jealousy tha
Standing outside of Alexander’s room the next morning I can feel Margaret seething with anger beside me. She was not happy about having to share her room with me. She made sure to give me only one drawer in the dresser for all of my clothes and gave me boxes for under my bed for what I could not fit in the drawer. Needless to say she is trying to make my life as uncomfortable as possible, but I refuse to let her get me down. She is my one obstacle to get closer to Alexander and to get back to my old life. But as much as I want to get back to Alexander my mind is constantly drifting back to Victor. Just two nights ago his hands were on my bare skin and it felt as though a fire was ignited within me. With just those few stolen moments something has awoken within me and I need to know more about this man that is my mate. “Natalia…” A voice breaks through my daydream about Victor. “Earth to Natalia. Are you even paying attention?” I snap back to reality and see Alexander sta
**Indicates a dream****The light from the full moon bursts through the window. Alexander rolls over to me and scoops me into his arms. He nuzzles his nose in my neck and breathes in deeply. I scrunch my neck down and begin to giggle. My neck is always so ticklish. Alexander rolls on top of me and pins me beneath him. He looks down at me with his crystal blue eyes shining brightly.“You are so beautiful when you laugh,” he says as he nuzzles his nose back into my neck and begins to place tiny, quick kisses all over my neck. I let out a loud squeal and begin to laugh loudly as I try to squirm from his grasp. “Alexander,” I breathe out heavily. “Please, stop. It tickles.” Alexander looks down at me again with a huge grin spread across his lips. “My wolf wants to meet yours,” he says with certainty. My face suddenly becomes very serious. “Are you sure?” I ask him. “My wolf has never met another wolf before. I do not know how she will react.” “Why hasn’t she met anot
Following the scent of my mate, my feet wander through the forest, guiding me to him. Once again I find myself on the familiar trail that leads me to the spring. I find myself standing on the large boulders near the spring, my eyes hopefully scanning the area for Victor. I lift my nose to the air and inhale deeply. The smell of citrus and pine hangs heavy in the air but he is nowhere to be seen. Taking a seat on one of the large rocks I allow my toes to dangle in the cool water of the spring. The night is unseasonably hot, and the cool water is inviting. I peek over my shoulder to make sure that no one is looking as I strip off my sleeping gown and fold it neatly on the rock beside me. Slipping into the chilly water my body lets out an involuntary shiver as I dip lower and lower into the water. Soon only my shoulders and head are peeking out of the spring.“I should have showed up a little sooner,” Victor’s gruff voice fills the air around me and he lets out a little chuckl