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Book 2: Chapter 15
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The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 16
Osiris POV I find myself standing back outside of the Wolf's Den bar. I don't know what keeps bringing me back to this place, but it feels like home. It is after hours, but I know that Celeste is probably still inside cleaning up. Making my way around the back, I slip in through the service entrance. As I walk out from the back, Celeste stands with her hand on her hip and a glass of bourbon in the other. Her fiery red hair is falling out of its messy bun, and the wrinkles beside her eyes are more pronounced. Working nights at the bar has taken a toll on her, and I wish that she would take me up on my offer to quit this place and join my colony. But she insists that she is a loner. "I knew you would be back," she says as she places the glass on the bar and continues wiping down the tables. "How did you know?" I groan before drinking the glass of bourbon all in one go. Pointing to her temple, Celeste doesn't answer. "If you know so much, just tell me what I am supposed
The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 17
Willow POV Rolling my head to the side, I close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep, but it is hard with Osiris sitting this close to me. I can feel his eyes boring into my skin as he takes in my naked back. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me, or are you going to get some sleep?" I ask, hoping that it will force him away from me. "Your back needs medical attention," he tells me. "It has seen worse," I mumble into the pillow. "It will heal." I feel his fingertips graze along the scars that line my back. The wounds from the many battles that the Lycan King sent me into. I didn't always come out on top. Not when I first started training. My father's training sessions were brutal; I left many battered and bruised. But my father's training was nothing compared to Uncle Faris's. My uncle would train me until I could no longer stand and then force me to train more. I cannot count the number of days I had to hide the marks left by Faris's warriors on my
The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 18
Osiris POV Willow falls back asleep quickly, but I cannot say the same for myself. The faint scent of her arousal is still in the air, and it is driving not only me but King crazy. My eyes rake over her bandaged torso, and I can feel my erection growing at the sight of her perfectly round nipples trying to break free. 'We have to get out of here,' I tell King, and he only nods in agreement. Carefully I slip from the bed and pull my dirty jeans back on, quickly checking the pocket for paper that contains the drawing of her runes. My hand wraps around the piece of paper, and I know where I need to go. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I consider locking it from the outside but instantly decide against it. I don't want Willow to feel like a prisoner. She is the Luna of my pack and will be treated as such. After alerting the house staff that there is a guest in my room and she is to be treated with respect. I make my way outside to my car. Sitting behind the steering wheel
The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 19
Willow POV I wake up to find the bed next to me cold. Usually, I am a relatively light sleeper. I can't believe that Osiris snuck out without me noticing. But then again, I have never felt as well rested as I do right now. Gingerly, I get up from the bed. The wounds on my back are still stinging from the fight with that she-wolf. Quietly I walk around the room and try to deny the urges I feel to be nosey. Surely Osiris wouldn't have left me alone if there was anything in this room to hide. The room has a woodland cabin feel to it. All of the furniture looks like it was made by hand. The bed appears to be made of logs pieced together like a puzzle. There is an old quilt on the bed that seems to be handmade and a century old. The fabric on the quilt squares is frayed and faded. Mismatched curtains hang on the windows. Actually, nothing in the room seems to match. Looking around the room, I make sure I am alone before opening the top drawer of Osiris's dresser. It is f
The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 20
Willow POV I don't miss how Osiris's eyes darken as he looks at me in nothing but a towel. Holding the towel just above my breasts, I stand up and run just the tips of my fingers along his collar. I am careful to ensure that my hand's palm doesn't touch his skin. But I have to admit that it is tempting. I have never wanted to dive into someone's mind more than I want to dive into Osiris's. Something about him has piqued my curiosity, and I cannot shake it. I want to know everything about him: secrets and all. Before I get too brazen and touch him, I drop my hand to my side and try to slide past him. But Osiris isn't going to let me go that easily. Grabbing my wrist, Osiris rips the towel away from my chest, and it falls to the ground. I ball up my hands to protect my palms while Osiris pins me to the wall with my hands above my head. "Please, don't make me head butt you," I groan, trying to ignore the fact that my body is exposed before him. Osiris doesn't speak. He on
The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 21
Osiris POV I don't know what I thought was going to happen when I touched Willow's hand. I thought maybe her blue eyes would begin to glow, and I would feel some sort of power exchange between us. But that is not what happened. I don't know why I expected the experience to be different than what I saw in the elevator, but I did. I expected it to be some intimate experience between the two of us. For some reason, I thought whatever was exchanged between us would make her realize I am her mate. When I finally managed to slide my finger under hers, Willow's eyes rolled back in her head, and her body went rigid. I panicked. I laced my fingers with hers and just held her hand for several minutes. I kept waiting for her to wake up. Tears rolls down her cheeks as I held her hand. It was then that I realized holding her hand wasn't going to help her wake up any faster. Pulling my hands away from hers, I let out a hopeful sigh when I see her eyes begin to flutter open. Her eyes
The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 22
Willow POV Osiris steps out of the closet, and I suddenly feel grossly underdressed. He is in a black suit with a light blue shirt underneath. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, giving me a peek at the tattoos that cover his chest. He looks delicious, and I know that I am staring. But no matter how hard I try, I cannot take my eyes off his imposing form. "Are you ready?" He asks as he looks me up and down. "Since you wouldn't let me get my bag out of my car... yes, I am ready," I grumble under my breath. Even though this whole mate thing is a rouse, I would like to make a good impression on the rogue colony. I want them to accept me as one of their own. I need them to trust me so I can figure out what is going on behind the scenes, and I am not sure I can do that in the outfit that I have on. "You mean this bag?" Osiris says with a smirk. "How?" I begin, but Osiris cuts me off. "The how isn't important," he says quickly. "Just hurry up and find something a
The Lycan King's Assassin Book 2: Chapter 23
Willow POV Stepping out of Osiris's car, I cannot believe what I am seeing. We are in a small town in the middle of Nowhere, Colorado. I was excepting a ghost town. I was not expecting to see the hustle and bustle of people coming and going. Shops are brightly lit with open signs out front. Children run up and down the streets giggling, dragging silver and blue balloons behind them. I stop in my tracks when I look at the literal town square. In the middle of all the shops, restaurants, and offices, there is a large open area with a massive clock in the middle. The whole town square has been decorated with balloons and flowers. Everything is silver and blue. There is a large gathering of people amassed at the clock as if they are waiting for some important announcement. Looking down at my dress, I realize the blue under the lace is the perfect shade to match the decorations. A memory flashes through my mind. "Mom," I say in a small voice. "We should return the dress. I
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