Until her ninth birthday, Iris lived a charmed life—until the Tyrant Zavan shattered it. She watched in horror as his Lycan forces slaughtered her entire pack. To her worst terror, the brutal Lycan King recognized her as his fated mate. Years later, hatred still burns in Iris’s heart. A failed escape throws her back into Zavan’s path—and gives her a chance at revenge. She drives a blade into his chest… only to scream as the same pain tears through her own body. Bound by a mate bond that links their lives and their pain, Iris now faces an agonizing truth: to hurt him is to destroy herself.
View MoreI prepared the King’s tea.Behind me, King Zavan outlined a strict overhaul of authoritative procedures regarding the omegas. True to his word, it became the priority of the initial morning meetings.This was the Tyrant King? I knew firsthand that the upper ranks’ treatment of the omegas was unnecessarily harsh, but I had thought it was at least partially by design.However, with how adamant King Zavan sounded as he relayed his points to the Epsilon aide, it seemed as though he truly had no part in the oppression, nor did he want any.It didn’t fit. A man like him shouldn’t have cared about any of that. A man who’s done the things he has with no remorse.The aide was gone by the time I returned to the desk, leaving only a trace scent of perfume in the air that gave me pause. Nonetheless, I poured the tea.“Is….” I trailed off, my voice quiet enough that I could barely hear it.But the King did. His eyes flitted to me and stayed, waiting.“Is it true that Lycans have trouble finding ma
There was no pressure that followed.No roving hands, no lips on my skin, no crash of his weight on top of me. I peeked through my lashes to find his eyes still focused on me though.He moved my face slightly sideways, peering through the dim light.“What is this?” King Zavan asked, his thumb gliding under a sore spot on my cheek.It dawned on me only then the extent of his intention.“It’s a cut,” I said. So insignificant that I had forgotten about it until now.“How did it come about?” The King looked perplexed. “I know of no such hazards in your chorework.”Dusting.While balancing on a stool, with a bucket and a few dozen tomes upon the seat, because everything here was too damned high– I lost balance.I hadn’t fallen. But I had grabbed a curtain to catch myself halfway down, sliding against it so that an embroidered stitch had torn into the flesh of my cheek slightly.And then I had fallen.But that, I would not be telling him.Instead I pushed his hand away. “Stop touching me un
“Unacceptable!” Paige exclaimed. “Not in my years of dedication to the King have I seen such blatant disregard for the systems in place.”“Beta Tyler, you cannot possibly be so accepting of this slovenly thing sleeping in the King’s quarters!”“Slovenly,” I echoed, irritation spiking.“Enough, Paige,” Beta Tyler said. “This is the King Alpha’s mate. It is for that reason alone her allowance here should be uncontested and well within precedence.”“That is not–”“Everything in the King’s quarters belong to the King, and you yourself are not allowed to move his belongings between floors,” Beta Tyler reminded her. “You were summoned here to become acquainted with…”Beta Tyler faltered as he glanced at me.I stepped up. “Iris.”“With Iris.” Beta Tyler’s lips quirked upward slightly as he repeated my name. Then he went back to addressing Paige. “Seeing as you have accomplished that, you may see to the many other tasks that require your attention.”“My Beta–” Paige protested.“We are all bus
I finished tying the gauze. My voice came out quiet when I forced myself to speak. “What...”King Zavan met my eyes silently, waiting.But before I could finish my question, a pounding knock resounded through the space, followed by an equally loud voice: “My Alpha!”The King turned away from me, swiftly pulling his shirt back on. He barked a single response, “Enter.”Beta Tyler strode in, and he noticed me hanging back behind King Zavan, and surprised me by acknowledging my presence with a small nod.I looked away reflexively. Growing up as an omega, being noticed had never been a good thing. Although, I sensed no ill will from the Beta.“Derek escaped,” Beta Tyler said, his full attention back on the King. “The slippery bastard has evaded all of our attempts to apprehend him.”He looked like he could have said more, jaw tense with irritation, but stopped himself. King Zavan for his part had no severe reaction. He let the information settle in the air, as if they were speaking of a pe
I was burning.“Cursed wolf,” I growled, fingernails raking the grain of the hardwood floor. “Goddess damned.”King Zavan sat somewhere not far enough, and yet too far, watching as I began to gather myself. Or, gather whatever was left of me.His blood tainted my mouth with a coppery taste. It was unfair how much I wanted more.“Tyrant,” I gritted out through bared teeth. “Murderer.”His bond to me clutched my wolf, tugging like a lead. Everywhere he had touched retained an echo of his warmth– it lit a fire in my body, the rising smoke of which clouded my mind.“Pup snatcher!” I said.“We both know exactly who I am,” King Zavan spoke low, entirely unaffected. “It’s your own place you need to learn.”I barely heard his words as much as I could feel them. As much as I could need them. The dark rumble of his voice called to my wolf like a siren luring me into the depths of madness.It was unbearable. He was unbearable.He was–He was right there, under my hands. I don’t remember closing
I flinched as King Zavan used his bare hands to break the handcuffs off me. As if they were mere toys to him.“I trust that you’re grown enough to bathe yourself,” he stated.I scowled, refusing to look at him. Even while kneeling, he was large enough to be at my eye-level. Monster.The King sighed, as if he were the one who’d had the worst of it tonight. But he hadn’t been the one thrown over a shoulder, paraded through the palace like a hunted quarry.He stood up. “Present yourself to me once you’re done here.”Then the door closed behind him. I waited for his heavy footsteps to fade out, before finally undressing. Though I hated to admit it, some of the rogue's blood had splattered on me, and I was desperate to wash it off.I stepped into the bath gingerly but with a sense of nostalgia. This was the first time I’d had a private bath since coming to the palace.The omega baths were the smallest of course. There were always at least a few others occupying the space if it wasn’t crowd
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