I knew he could. I had seen it for myself, but it had never worked on me. He tried. Oh, trust me, He tried. It was how we met. Paxton had placed his hands on the bar where I sat, caging me in, and leaned forward with the weirdest pickup line about loving women with long hair and how if I left wit
Paxton smirked, and I knew I was right on the money. Neil, our resident gambler, kept a few bags on his belt of dice, cards, and a bag of six stones. Five were black, and one was white. It was our way of deciding who would be stuck with the chores and jobs that no one wanted to do. We each drew a
Damien's P.O.V. She had been wandering my woods for a week. A week of me following her like a lost cub, trying to figure out what her intentions were, before she finally snuck up on me. I had been stalking her each day as she moved so effortlessly through the trees, watching with fascination as sh
She held herself with such confidence and elegance that I knew she didn't belong sleeping in the woods. Her plump pink lips parted several times as if she wanted to speak, but each time I narrowed my eyes, went back to my meal, and she would press them together with a small smile. She was a determ
I was so blinded by my anger and frustration that I almost ignored the sounds of metal clanging coming from the river and barged right to my spot, the same spot I had been watching her from at night when she went to the river. A man's shout of pain made me slow, and I ducked behind a tree. "You sh
Charlie's P.O.V. There were three things I knew for sure: My mate had the most incredible voice in the world. The way he let my name roll off his tongue had been replaying in my head all night, keeping me awake. I didn't even like my full name. I preferred Charlie. There was no reason for me to
It used to be the two of us against the world until he ascended to the throne, then it became the king versus his heir. If Killian didn't think I wasn't doing enough to help him with his workload, I was failing my duties. If I had done more, going above and beyond to support him and earn his respect
I waved at them over my shoulder and received a grumble of grumpy goodbyes in response. "Good luck with the bear today," Barley called out, and I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to turn back to face them, as they all laughed. "So, everyone knows?" I confirmed, and the big man just grunted in res