Hello, my Lovely Readers,
I know many of you have been patiently waiting for Willow's story. Well, I have some great news! Starting on August 1, Willow's story will follow this author's note. The title of this next book is The Lycan King's Assassin.
Found on the doorstep of Princess Keena and her mate Ward, Willow's future has always been uncertain. Being a human in a werewolf and lycan world has not been easy until she showed promise as a fighter, and her uncle, the Lycan King, decided to make her one of his spy assassins. The only problem is her current mark isn't going down without a fight, and he is determined to pull her to his side. Will Willow finish the job, or will she get caught up in the middle of a conspiracy between the rogues and Lycan City?
Happy Reading!!
Solange Daye
Willow POV I can remember the day like it was yesterday. My mother tucked my hair behind my ears and wiped the dirt off my face. “You are going to meet the Princess,” she says quietly. “You have to look your best.” “What if she doesn’t like me?” I ask innocently. I didn’t understand the gravity of what was about to happen. “She will love you,” my mother says before she places a kiss on my forehead. “Now, what do you say?” “I tell them that I was sent to live with the Princess,” I say proudly. “Perfect,” my mother says. I close my eyes and try to remember the sound of her voice, the way that the breeze blew through her hair, the color of her hair, and the color of her eyes. But time has faded my memory to nothing but the words that were spoken between the two of us. This is the same memory that flashes through my mind before every mission. It was the beginning of everything. It was the moment my life turned into something that, I am sure, my birth mother could neve
Osiris POVFrom a distance, I watch through binoculars as a small figure clad in black leather makes its way into the warehouse. I smirk to myself, knowing that the trap that we set for the Lycan King's assassin has worked. I will have to send a thank you basket to my plant within Lycan City. I wait in silence for my cue. Today is the day that we put an end to the Lycan King's tyrannical rule over the rogues in this country. Once I take out the assassin, he will no longer be able to infiltrate my warehouses and camps. Then hopefully, we can live in peace. The lights of the warehouse flicker twice, and that is my signal to move. Quickly, I make my way down the hill and toward the warehouse. I have planned to take out the assassin myself and send his head to the Lycan King in a gift-wrapped package. It will be a message that the Rogue Alpha and his people are not to be trifled with. But none of this will happen until I milk the assassin for all the information he has on the L
Willow POV By the time the sun rises the next day, I am already dragging ass. My night spent in the tree was an uncomfortable one. The Rogue Alpha's men searched for me until the wee hours of the morning. I barely had enough time to get home and changed to head to my day job. Checking the watch on my wrist, I have five minutes to get up to the top floor of the building. The elevator takes at least three minutes if I am alone. Bursting through the front doors of the central building in the center of Lycan City, I see a crowd of people waiting for the elevator. "Fuck," I mumble under my breath. I am going to be late. Uncle Faris is going to have a fit. The she-wolf at the front desk looks at me with amusement in her eyes. "I don't think you are going to make it in time, Lo," she laughs. "Fuck you, Amy," I hiss back at her, and she clutches her chest and feigns heartbreak. Looking from the stairs to the crowd in front of the elevator, I kick off my shoes and run for th
Osiris POV A pretty redhead is sitting at the front desk of the main building of Lycan City. She is bobbing her head up and down to the music that is playing in the lobby and pops the gum that is in her mouth. Standing in front of her, I watch her with interest for a moment before I knock my fists gently on the desk in front of me. The redhead looks up and jumps back at the sight of me. She lifts her nose discreetly into the air and sniffs gently. I know she checking to see if I am a werewolf or human. Her nose wrinkles in disgust with the realization that I am a rogue, and she scoots back awkwardly in her seat. "Can I help you?" She says, clearly uncomfortable with my presence. "I have a nine o'clock meeting with the Lycan King," I say confidently. The redhead turns back to her computer and flips through a couple of screens. "The King doesn't have a nine o'clock appointment." My face falls in disappointment. I thought at least that the King would have the decency to meet with me
Willow POV When Osiris mentions the burning warehouse, I keep my face neutral and scroll through the apps on my tablet. It is not the first time I have sat in this office and pretended like I don't know what is going on. Osiris and the King stare at one another. Neither one of them is willing to speak first. The tension between the two men is palpable. So much so that when my phone rings in my pocket, I fall off the desk with a yelp. Osiris catches me by the shoulders before I hit the ground in front of him. Even through my shirt, I can feel the electricity between us. Our eyes lock onto one another for a moment, and it is as if the rest of the world dissolves away. My arms go weak for a moment, and the tablet slips from my hands and lands on my foot. The corner of the tablet hits the bridge of my foot, and hiss out in pain. I begin to hop up and down on my foot, holding my other as I try to breathe through the pain. "She is a graceful one," Osiris says jokingly as he l
Willow POV Standing in front of the elevator, I tap my foot impatiently. The mutterings and whispers of everyone in the office are beginning to get on my nerves. After what happened this morning and my fight with Chad, they have lots to talk about now that my back is turned. Lauren's nasally laugh catches my attention, and I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She is sitting on a desk chatting with one of the other she-wolves in the office. They are pointing in my direction and laughing loudly. That bitch will get what is coming to her, I think to myself. Just as soon as I finish this last job, I am going to kill her for fun. Looking back toward the elevator, I let out a frustrated sigh. The elevator never takes this long. In the reflection of the elevator, I can see Osiris standing quietly behind me. His eyes are glued firmly to the back of my head, and there is a scowl on his face. I don’t understand why he cares so much about my well-being. Finally, the doors o
Willow POVThe light that is shining above me is too bright. It feels like the light of the sun is shining in my room, only there isn't any warmth to go along with it. Pressing my hand to my forehead, my eyes fly open when I feel the warmth of the palm of my hand. I don't have my gloves on. Sitting up in the hospital bed, I look at my surroundings. The room is crisp and white. The sheets on the bed are paper thin and scratchy. Somehow I made it to the hospital, and I let out a sigh of relief. The doctors and nurses at the edge of Lycan City know not to touch my hands. Wrinkling my nose at the smell of antiseptic. A sharp pain stings through the bridge of my nose, and I gingerly reach up my hand to touch it. By the feel of it, my nose has been reset and bandaged. Leaning back in bed, I sit on my hands to ensure I don't accidentally touch someone and try to recount what happened before I passed out. Sometimes it can be hard to distinguish between what is real and what I sa
Osiris POVI watch with amusement as my small mate jumps up from the hospital bed and rushes around the hotel room, clad in only a hospital gown and a pair of latex gloves. Unsuccessfully she tries to hold the back of the gown shut while she searches through the drawers and cabinets, and I catch a glimpse of her tight ass. I can only assume that she is looking for her personal items so she can get out of here. Little does she know I never plan to let her leave here. I also see a strange tattoo that runs the length of her spine. It contains characters and symbols that I have only seen a few times before. They were on the cards in the witch's cottage on the edge of the rogue territory.'Is it possible that she is a witch?' I ask King in my mind.Sniffing the air discreetly, King shakes his head no. 'She doesn't smell like a witch. She smells human.' Sitting down next to my mother, I nudge her with my elbow. "Isn't she beautiful?" I ask my mother, and she shakes her head at me. "Y