ログインNoahLyric looks a little out of it. Her eyes are bleary and when she stops she keeps swaying like a branch in the wind. She looks at me, but her eyes aren’t focused on me.“I gave her something,” Philip explains with an apologetic little grin, “to help with the pain.”“Did it work?”The healer gives me an apologetic look. “It was deep. Deeper than I thought. The priestess made sure… it is literally seared into the back of her skull.”“Fucking hell,” Weiland mutters and gets to his feet. “That must have hurt like a motherfucker.”“Yeah,” I sigh and hold my hand out to Lyric who takes it without any hesitation. “And they tried to kill her wolf.”She hums and swings my arm from side to side. “She probably won’t remember anything,” Philip informs me. “She needs rest.”“Will she be able to shift?” I ask.“We’ll find out,” the healer says. “The truth is that I simply don’t know. I removed as much as I could without killing her.”I turn Lyric around and lift her hair. She tries to pull away
NoahI sit outside the clinic, legs stretched out in front of me and crossed at the ankle, head thrown back against the wall, my eyes are closed by every other sense is on high alert, and I’m hyper-aware of everything going on around me.I hear Weiland coming down the hall, and then the soft rustle of his clothes as he takes a seat opposite me. “Prince?” he asks.“Noah,” I say softly, a subtle sign that right now I need my friend, not my Beta.“She’s your mate?” he asks without changing his tone.I finally open my eyes so I can look at him. “Yes. How did you know?”“We sensed her. This morning. Our new queen. Your father’s time has come.”I sigh and fight against the emotions welling in my chest. “Yes, I think so.”That is how it goes. A Lycan king’s reign comes to an end when his son finds his final, true mate. My father will retire, or perhaps he’ll beseech the Goddess for mortality, either way I will be given the throne.My father has been the king for longer than I’ve been alive.
NoahNothing could prepare me for what I’d feel when I united with my mate. My last mate, the one that will stay with me until the day I die. Until we die.Every atom of my being called out at me to mark her, to complete our bond, but I promised her I wouldn’t. Even when I dragged my teeth across her skin, over the place where the ghost of Bryce’s mark still lingers, and she opened her neck, giving me access, I stopped myself.Because I promised her.Still coupled, I look down at her, into eyes that are filled with awe and wonder. “You didn’t…” she starts then shakes her head and blushes.She’s been doing it the whole afternoon, blushing whenever she raises the mere topic of something sexual. It’s adorable, and I hope it never stops, but at the same time I want her to be comfortable with me. I want her to know, to feel in her core, that I’m safe.“What?” I ask.“You didn’t knot.”She blushes so hard that she almost turns purple. I chuckle and gently kiss the tip of her nose then pull
LyricI tug Noah’s hand and he lets me pull him down until he’s kneeling on the edge of the mattress. His weight makes the mattress dip under me, and I feel the heat of him even before he settles over me.He braces himself on his forearms so his body hovers just above mine. He's close enough that I can feel every slow rise and fall of his chest, but not so close that I feel trapped. His eyes search mine one last time, dark and questioning.“Still sure?” he asks, voice gravel-rough. "Before Star took control... last night, you seemed unsure?"That wasn't so long ago... but a lot can happen in a day. And between then and now, I think I've changed my mind. There is only one thing that concerns me. "Are you going to mark me?"He smiles are shakes his head, sliding his gaze over my face and tucking a stray hair behind my head. "No. Not today. I'm not ready for that. Are you?""No,""So just this?" he asks, his voice dropping ever lower.I nod, reaching up to trace the sharp line of his jaw
LyricI step out of the bathroom wrapped in the thickest, softest towel I’ve ever touched, steam still curling around my shoulders. This place is unbelievable. I thought a warm shower on tap was luxury. No that was convenience.This place is luxury, and a part of me now wonders why I never wanted to come here. I don't know why anyone would ever want to leave. I could live and die in the bathroom alone.My hair drips dark trails down my back, and I can feel the warmth of the shower lingering on my skin like in little rivulates.I ignore the clothes they set out for me, and go back to the living room where Noah is waiting for me. The air smells like the food he just warmed up, but now I can also smell his scent.My wolf senses are returning. Fast. And I don't know if I'm happy about that. I kind of like just being a human - the only thing I missed was Star, and was because I was lonely and she is my only friend. I'm not lonely anymore.I pause in the doorway, clutching the towel agains
LyricI wake alone in a strange bed and a strange room, but I’m warm, the bed under me is sinfully soft, and the covers are as delicate as clouds, while still being warm and toasty.The last thing I remember is Noah carrying me out of the large chamber into a smaller cave that used to be his bedroom. Star took control and after that it’s nothing but a blank.But I’m not there anymore. I’m in the rooms in the main house, the same one we used yesterday when we got here. Frowning, I sit upright to assess my surroundings. The covers slip down, revealing that I’m practically naked, only dressed in my bra and panties.What the fuck happened?*Star?* I ask, hoping she’ll answer me, but there’s nothing. *What did you do?*I don’t really expect an answer. It’s like before. She’s not just sleeping, she’s dormant. The rune started working again.“Prince?” I ask, hoping he’s here somewhere.From across the room, I hear a grunt, the groan of furniture and then, “I liked it better when you used my







