“I just wanted to check on you. How have you been?”
“I’ve been okay.” I shrug my shoulders because I don’t know what else to say. It’s not like I can tell Sara the truth of what’s been happening since I got back.
I swallow hard again when Sara takes the washing basket from my hands.
I nervously watch as she places it on the counter before turning to me with a smile. I smile back and gasp when she pulls me into her arms.
No one other than Sara has ever hugged me before. It seems to come naturally to Sara, and I feel emotional while wrapping my arms around her back.
Though the Queen spoke with me about what happened, and she apologised, she never touched me. I didn’t expect her to offer that kind of comfort, no one ever has. But with Sara, it’s
“How the hell can you drink so much and not be drunk?!”“Because I’m not a fucking lightweight.”I roll my eyes at Christian, my best friend and would-be Beta, when my father finally hands me my own pack.Christian sways in his seat with a smirk on his face. The man never could keep up with me when it came to alcohol. He sometimes forgets that I’m a Romerian Alpha and also a Royal. Alcohol doesn’t affect us the way it does other wolves.What makes me laugh about Christian is the fact in order to get drunk, he needs to swallow a barrel full of the stuff. Alcohol doesn’t affect us wolves as it does a mere human being. Meaning, this idiot has drunk half a brewery.When Chrisitan asked me to meet him at the pub in town, I thought it would do me good to get o
I push my fingers into the dirt on either side of me from where I sit on my knees. My eyes are closed, and I breathe in deeply through my nose, letting the winter air cool my lungs.This is beyond wrong, and I know there will be consequences should I follow throw with my plan. However, I don’t care about anything other than making Lillian happy. If it costs me my life, then so be it; it’s not like I have much of one anyway.With Luther ignoring me, even after the few words we exchanged last night, I’m weakening faster than I imagined possible. Pretty soon, I won’t be able to do anything for myself. The bond is bending, and I’m scared that it will break and kill me.I would rather die bringing joy to someone who deserves it than die because of my mate’s unspoken rejection.
We reach the mansion in what seems to be no time at all. I’m sure both Luther and Leander used their vampiric speed, but I can’t say as I noticed either way.I want to tell Leander that Harry should shower before meeting with his parents, but it seems like a silly request.Lilly and Bastian aren’t going to care that their son doesn’t smell like roses. All they’ll care about is holding the child they’ve shed so many tears over.My stomach churns when we come to a stop outside the King’s office. I look up at Luther; his eyes have blackened over, which tells me he’s mind-linking his family.“They’re already here,” He tells Leander. “Lilly and Bastian are telling Mum and Dad how their baby check-up went.”“Good. You go in
The dungeon smells terrible; I suppose the way anyone would imagine them to smell – piss, vomit, shit, ugh, great.There are two dungeons in Dalgaard Mansion.The dungeon to the west isn’t really what you’d call a dungeon; it’s more like a basic hotel. Though the rooms are cells, they have beds and working toilets with small sinks. Those cells are reserved for anyone who pisses off the King or Queen. People who haven’t really done anything wrong but need to be shown who’s boss without losing their lives.The dungeon to the east is every person’s worst nightmare. This is the place traitors, and hardened criminals are kept. They’re also tortured here, sometimes to death.That’s what I am now, a traitor an
I stroke my sleeping son’s hair back from his forehead. It’s been two days, and I still can’t believe he’s here. For seven months, Bastian and I grieved the child we lost.Harry had always felt like mine. From the moment I saw him as a tiny baby, I loved him. As he grew, I fell deeper in love with him.There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Harry, and I made him mine. I adopted my son as soon as I convinced my father that it was the right thing to do.I still remember the first time he called me ‘Mama’ I’d been to visit Harry at the children’s home, and we’d spent a few hours together.Mum said that I shouldn’t get too attached to him because, one day, someone would come along and take him home with them. But I couldn’t stay away because Harry was the light in my d
It takes Bastian and me no time at all to reach the dungeon. No one questions why we’re here; they wouldn’t dare. We are the future rulers of Zidiah, plus everyone is terrified that my wolf will break out and kill them.Idiots.I clutch Bastain’s hand in my own and breath deeply, letting it out through my mouth. I’ve been in many situations in my life, but never anything like this. I don’t know if I can handle what’s to come, seeing Jenna chained up in a cell.We’ve all heard how Luther ordered his mate to be chained in silver. We were told not to interfere because Dad said it was Luther’s choice. I just don’t know how bad Jenna will look once I reach her cell.“Okay?”I nod at Bastian without looking at him.
I’m not sure how long I have left on this earth, but I do know that this pain is never-ending. The guards beat me regularly and laugh as they do so.They kick me just because they can, and they laugh when my body spasms from the shocks that rock my body every hour.Luther hasn’t once come to see me. Not once has he asked about me, and I’m dying slowly, in so many ways, I’ve lost count.Lilly and Bastian came to see me, so did Sara and Leander at some point. Each one told me not to worry, and they wouldn’t let the execution go ahead. But I know there is no way for them to stop it, so I don’t hold out any hope.I’ve stopped crying. I have no more tears to shed; they dried up a while ago. I don’t even scream when my restraints send electric shocks through my body any longer. The only reas
“Zach, you’re stepping a second too soon.”Zach sighs and rolls his eyes in my direction.The boy is a little shit if ever I knew one. He recently had his first shift, and at sixteen, he thinks he knows everything already.Being the Gammer’s son means Zach feels he has nothing left to learn when it comes to combat. He knows nothing. Training to be a warrior is hard work, and it doesn’t happen overnight.The little shit should think himself lucky that I’m allowing him to train with Section Four. Extremely lucky as sixteen-year-olds do not get to train as a rule. You have to be seventeen even to be considered to join a faction to train with us. That little prick is only here because of who his father is.I took it upon myself years ago to train Zidhah’s troops.