LOGINIrina."Arg you are such a prude." Alden rolled his eyes for the hundredth time in like minutes."You are at a club Irina. Yes you kiss people.""But?""No buts, if you had kissed him nothing would happen, look at you all red and flustered, here take this." He handed me the wig then a cup of liquor."You should loosen up a little. I think the reason you are so much of a prude is because we haven't stayed long enough. If you stay with me trust me you wouldn't panic when a hot man tries to kiss you." He winked at me and I slapped his shoulder again."What? It's not like you are innocent. Before we came here you were being screwed and you lost all your sense.""Alden." I fought back the heat that overwhelmed me while shrinking down in my seat."I thought you said we would never talk about it.""Well we wouldn't have if you hadn't stopped me right before I was about to get some head from a really hot lady. Ugh now look, she's with some other guy." Alden pointed me over to a girl kissing s
Irina.Tall with olive skin, bald headed, he stepped into the room and at first his size set me up on my feet.He was framed like the King, tall and immediately intimidating, and I would have taken him for a lycan but lycans had tribal marks and he didn't.He wasn't an Alpha wolf either, he didn't have the markings. He was a beta.I trembled. A powerful beta. My first thought was that the King sent him here, or maybe Xander had sent one of his cohort to torture me more than they already had."Hello." I said back, quivering in my seat as I scooted over on the smooth leather couch trying to gain some distance but he closed it on me."Ridge." He said. "Ridge Morningfall." He stretched his hand toward me. I regarded it a little longer than I should before I stretched out my hand and gave it to him."Lola. Winter." I said and he squinted his eyes like he was trying to read my mind so I looked away."Hmm I see, well you must not be from the north then.""I am not." I confessed under no pres
Irina.The little moment between Alden, the king, and me was finally over, and it was now way past eleven. My insides still felt weird, more weird, a sore, nostalgic kind of weird."I have my car packed outside, we will sneak out now and be back by 5am, so about four hours in the club." The idea was amazing, but now I was skeptical."What if, you know?" I asked, looking at the door. "What if your brother comes in for another round? What if he wants me tonight and I am not there?""Well then, well." Alden scratched the back of his head."You can tell him you went out for air or something, you need to be good at lying, my dear." He fought back a smile. "And I think you owe me for putting me through that. I mean, who moans ‘my king’ while being fucked?"My cheeks turned red. I slapped him hard on his shoulder. "It was unexpected!" I cried out.Embarrassed about how vulnerable I was at that moment, being pinned to the bed, I was both scared and weak at the knees. He didn't say anything ab
Irina.There was something about the king being this close to me that made me hot, from the sole of my feet to the scalp, everything.It was either because I was lying to his face, terrified of being killed for it, or the fact that his scent was making me feral and completely loose.“I told Greta not to send you to my room.” He mouthed, but before I could respond, he kissed me hard, pulling my lips with his and looping his hands around my waist.“You are not supposed to enter my room tonight either.”I opened my mouth to say something. Nothing came out.His eyes dropped slowly from my face, down my throat, down the lace top Alden had picked out, down to my bare thighs in the jean shorts, and back up again.I pressed further into the wall my mouth ran dry.I exhaled sharply as he lifted me off the floor like I weighed absolutely nothing, my back still against the wall, both my legs finding his waist.His lips pressed on mine again while I looped my arms around his neck.It was like whe
IrinaI wanted to be like those burlesque dancers with their skin-colored tights and their garters out in the open. And I would have my hair up and tight, showing all of my face.I would have bold lips, and I wanted to have the tiniest cinched waist with high shoes and feather coats.Excited by the mere thought of it, I mended the dress.I wish I had tights.All Greta offered me were lacy nightwear and a silly chiffon robe that did nothing, it was like everything in the cupboard was tailored either to protect you from the harsh cold of the North in the ugliest way ever,or to seduce the King, nothing more.But I didn’t quite care. I was going to make do with all I had, so I tacked each torn part till they were properly mended, and I intended to do some gloves with whatever fabric was left.Finally reaching a flow state, in like thirty minutes my door creaked, and I turned back to see Prince Alden sneaking inside on his toes.“You came late,” I said, whispering as I dropped the cloth I
IrinaThe list of people who might have walked into my room to drop the necklace was limited, yet it felt so broad.The only person I told was Greta. She said she didn’t see it, so why would she lie? Maybe she thought it was trash and decided to throw it away, but as I held the locket in my hand, I could see that a part of it was fixed.Most of the bent edges were straightened out, and if I didn’t know what it looked like before it became so old and worn out, I would have said it looked better.This mysterious person took it and attempted to repair it.Knowing Greta, she wouldn’t be maternal enough to do it, not even a chance. She might have seen it, yes, but she wouldn’t repair it, that’s for sure. So who did?I let the thought sit for a while, appreciating its presence once more. This little time we were apart felt like eternity. I didn’t want to lose it a second time, so I tucked it inside my dress.I would never pull it off, not while I was bathing, not even if I was being chased







