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GILLIAN The tears came as soon as Tawny left the guest room, which I had holed myself up in for the past two days. I couldn’t stay here. I knew that. I just needed some time and space. Goddess forbid word reached my father’s ears that Kolby and I were having problems and were sleeping in different rooms. He would have a field day and I’m positive he would use the information for self-gain. Twisting it to suit his own agenda. I couldn’t hate Tawny. If I were in her shoes and had found my true mate, the way she had, engaged and promised by a binding contract – I’m not sure I would have acted the same way. Sure, I have always been a lover, not a fighter but I would fight for my mate. A rare gift in this kingdom from the moon goddess. ‘Too kind’ is what King Armand had said to me on many occasions, following it up with, ‘your kindness will be your downfall one day, young lady.’ I missed that old man; he was more of a father figure to me than my own. Eventually, I would have to forgiv
TAWNY “…And I missed this?” I stand, crossing the room knowing that the presence of shock on my face is still fully on display, and hug Tristan. “I’m happy for you, truly, but…” “I understand your hesitation, princess. I’m sure you are wondering what this means for you and Sir Crimson,” Tristan says while returning my hug. I let go of him and take a step back, my hands wiping down my pants. I shake my head, “No,” I say slowly “actually, I was wondering what this meant for you.” I sit back down on the couch in the parlor room where I met up with Tristan who had just confessed that Gillian was his mate. His second chance mate. He had already told me how he lost his wife and children many moons ago to a boating accident. My heart had bled for him and now my heart leaped for him. He was a kind man, in so many ways he reminded me of Hunji, smart, patient, and wise. What was really plaguing my mind was the contract between Gillian and Crimson. I didn’t want Tristan to miss his chance at
CRIMSON A week later and though things seem to be getting better, there is still a long way to go. Our perfect lives had been turned upside down fully. Things started to go belly up when Tawny arrived almost seven months ago, my attraction to her grew into a wildly unfounded protectiveness - then she claimed I was her mate. I was determined to stay loyal to Gillian, not only because of my love for her but due to our contract. A contract I wish I could burn and stomp all over. Bury the ashes deep underground so it could never resurface. But my kitten didn’t want me. Even rejected me. If that wasn’t bad enough when I made the conscious decision to choose Gillian, holding our friendship and love on a higher pedestal than it actually was, along comes her mate in the form of a prestigious and older werecat. Leaving me empty-handed. I was sure Tawny had moved on into the arms of her personal guard and now her second in command – Mason. Every time I thought of them together, my stomach
TAWNY Caught in the heat of the moment, with his large and thick erection pushing into my back, Juniper lets out a purr that rumbles through my chest. She relishes in the feel of her male’s hard muscle and masculinity. Crimson’s whispered words vibrate through me, making my sex pulse at the thought of being filled by him. I want to forgive him, should I forgive him? ‘Yes’, my feline’s thoughts tumble through my mind, her energy pushing me to couple with my mate. ‘We want him, claim him’ I feel her encouragement. The sound of the Alpha team approaching has me coming to my senses and I break away from Crimson. Embarrassment replaces the tingling shivers of where his hands touched me - heated my skin. The scent of my arousal lingers thickly in the air, and I know the team can smell it when Mason emerges from the line of trees, casting me a disappointed look. I look away, glancing at Crimson who is now covered up much my disappointment. I clear my throat, and head, of the lustful th
TAWNY Heavy eyelids slowly blink open. My hazy vision begins to clear, no thanks to the thumping in my head. I jolt with a start, chest heaving and a scream dying on my lips. As my vision begins to focus, I realize I am not at the campsite. Nor am I in the palace. I reach out to my cat, Juniper, and am met with silence. My heart beats wildly with panic and fear of the unknown. I’m lying on a soft surface – a bed, but not my bed. For the love of Bastet, I feel like I got hit by a truck! I shift my heavy limbs, turning to sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Everything on me aches and feels heavy. I almost lay back down. Almost. Looking around, I take note of the quaint and simple room. Beige walls and a bath sits in the middle of the floor. No toilet. A small wooden table and matching chairs that look hand-crafted I note. The bed I’m on and a small wooden dresser made of the same material as the table. No pictures or decorations. One window has bars across it. And
CRIMSON Sliver-coated chains held me fast, digging into my skin. It was dark. Usually, with my night vision, I would be able to see clearly. Except, whatever poison they had hit me with, coupled with the fact that I was hanging upside down, had my vision wavering and hazy at best. I smelt the cold and dampness before I began to feel it. A small cell with no windows and a metal door surrounded me. I heard nothing, smelt nothing. I wiggled in the chains and my body swung in the open air. I was strung upside down, feet and hands bound by the restraints of the cool metal that wrapped around my body like a cocoon. I had been here for a while, by the feeling of the building pressure in my head and eyes, most likely due to blood pooling in my brain from my hanging position. I grit my teeth and try again to hoist myself upright. Straining every muscle, I have in vain. My body goes lax from the struggle. Like a pendulum, I swing
MASON I drop into a crouching position. Drawing in a deep and exasperated lung full of air. Holding it for a beat then letting it woosh out of me all at once. I feel sick to my stomach with desperation and fear. I palm my face, a sad attempt at trying to school my frustration and lack of control. “Somebody give me something!” I grind out, standing back up and eyeing the men who have been searching for Princess Tawny and Sir Kolby. Solemnly, they all shake their heads. “You’re the fucking Alpha team!” I yell unable to control my anger, “Not one of you has found a lead, not even a fucking clue as to where they went?” Again, they shake their heads low, glancing at one another. It’s not as if I can even be that angry at them. Really, I’m angrier at myself. How the fuck could this happen? I am one the best trackers on this side of the realm and I can’t even find my ward! I can’t expect them to find anything when I, myself, have found no lead. “Where the fuck could they have gone?” I gr
TAWNY I played along with Althea, pretending to be grateful that I was here, and that she wasn’t holding me as a prisoner. Although, when I was taken back to that tiny room and left on my own, the fake façade dropped. I paced the room most of the night, peeking out the lonely window and trying to see where the building they were holding Crimson in, was. I couldn’t see it, so I assumed it was on the other side of this small and strange compound of sorts. Food and water were brought to me, and I asked the guard if ‘my friend’ had also been fed. He grunted at me but acknowledged that he had been given food. The craziest thing was, where the heck was I meant to go to the bathroom? There was a tub in the middle of the room, but if I needed to… relieve myself… I was ‘shit out of luck’. Literally. Pun intended. The first thing I asked the next morning when they came to check on me and bring me to Althea, was where the fuck the bathroom was. It turns out they have a communal bathroom, wit