Neem“I’ll be fine, take me to my room.” I sign to the prince but he pretends not to see me. We pass by so many servants on the way, and the entire time my heart is beating so loud it deafens me. We have long left the servants’ wing and we are surely headed to his chambers and despite myself, I wonder what the others think. The prince is carrying me in his arms, and people bow and curtsy to him as he passes, their silent judgement following me. For some strange reason, I want to defend myself. I never asked him to carry me and I surely never asked him to bring me to his quarters. We enter his chambers and the weight finally lifts off my chest. I don’t know what I would have done if we came upon the king. I don’t want to find out how much of a capital offence it is to have the prince carry me, a mere servant in his arms. He carries me into his bedchamber and puts me on the bed but I stand right back. “I can’t.” I sign. I’m his servant, not his equal. “Lie down. I insist.” He comm
CelineI burst out of the tunnel with my heart beating hard against my throat. I want to stop and cry, or turn around and confront him but my legs have other plans. My feet are flying faster than I can think and I wish I would run so fast I would turn back time, to before I ever came through that tunnel, or through the second door. If I knew what I would find on the other side of that door, would I still go through it? I push the door open and run and I hear the most frightening sound; he’s coming after me. My legs squeak on the floor, my mind urging me to run, to hide, to do anything to get away from the male that just shattered my heart and ground it to pieces. But the first door is right there, and the prisoner is behind it. If I leave right away, I could try to get lost amidst crowds. My scent is incredibly hard to trace, especially if I take extra care to keep it hidden. I have a chance upstairs but down here, not so much. I burn to run, to save myself but the moon has a few m
Celine“No... it’s the moon. You don’t want to do this.” I say and he laughs. It’s not the moon... he’s really doing this, stabbing me in the back. “Is this how you repay my kindness?” I say, voice shaking as I back away from the seven wolves. I’m not even sure I can take on one of them, talk less of all seven. And then there’s him. Will Lor hear me if I yell? But then I locked him up behind a door that will only grow stronger the harder he pushes. Fuck, fuck, I’m screwed. “Kindness?” He scoffs. “There is nothing you can do that will make up for everything your mate has done. Don’t beat yourself up over your susceptibility, I can be quite charming when I put in some effort. You are his only weakness, the only way to destroy the Alpha with a single strike, did you really think I would let you walk free?”I have been so stupid, so easily manipulated. I should have seen this coming from a mile away but I chose to blind myself to it. People only get to make this type of mistake once in
Celine In those moments, my eyes find him again, the man that used to be the center of my universe. With a forbidden roar, he grabs the last wolf and yanks the head off the body savagely before throwing them on opposite sides of the room. He looks like a beautiful, terrible angel of death. Finally, I know why anyone that ever saw him transform called him a demon wolf and warded themselves against him. His eyes meet mine just as Flinn unhinges huge jaws, releasing my leg and lunging for my throat. I bring my hands up to protect myself with a scream but even I know the futility. So this is how it ends with us, he watches me die and my last memories of him is seeing his cock buried deep in Emma. In that split second, the moon takes over. I feel the change, as does every other wolf but now I am the only one that remains sane. Lor and Flinn have been hanging on by a thread but they are finally under moon’s thrall. Their primitive halves, their wolves are now in control and they are com
LorMy roar of pain causes her to stumble but the foolish woman does not stop. With a little gasp, she flies into the distance. She is so fast. If I were any other wolf she would outrace me. She pumps her arms for speed, not looking back after dealing me such a fatal blow and a wayward shot of admiration hardens my cock more than it already is. Her scent is overpowering in this limited tunnel, more effective than an aphrodisiac. With hardly a second thought, I go after her, and not because I don’t wish to the high heavens I could respect her wishes. It is because it is impossible to. I have lost my mind in my desire for her, and nothing else makes sense in the world than having her soft body in my arms, despite the hatred in her eyes. Damn it. She was never supposed to walk in on me. I cross the distance between us in seconds and in the next breath, I tackle her to the ground. Her breath punches out of her as I flip her over. She stares at me in disbelief for a second and then she
LorHer unconscious body is in my arms and I race back to my chambers at the crack of dawn. The thrall of the full moon has finally broken but the memory of the night remains with me. It is hard to believe I lost control with her but as my hands shake around her still form, the truth cannot be suppressed. The last few hours are a haze of never ending lust, uncontrollably and overwhelmingly intense. I can’t come to terms with the knowledge that I hurt her, physically and emotionally. I put my pleasure first and I used her body and fucked her like the beast people call me and yet she took it. Never once did she hesitate and never once did she pull away from my touch. She should have, she should have fought me to the end, protected herself from me. “Celine!” I yell but she is so heart-stoppingly still. I’m gutted by fear so potent it threatens to bring me to my knees. No, I can’t have done this to her. I can’t have hurt her. I’m shaking as I crash into my chambers and lay her down o
LorCeline’s father glares at me from the other end of the video call and I lean against the far wall and stare steadily back. “A good day to you.” I say. “Fuck good days, where is my daughter? Put her on the phone.”I cross my arms in front of myself and study the other male. He got on the call as soon as the full moon ended so he must know how vulnerable she was last night. My face is carefully neutral, giving away none of my guilt for endangering her. “I understand your concern but you have nothing to worry about. You sent your daughter to me as a show of trust and she is under my protection.”His eyes narrow and he slams his hand down on the table in anger. “My daughter has long overstayed her due in your territory. I must see her this morning, and I want you to send her back to me within the week!”My brows rise at being ordered to do anything but I remind myself that this is her father I’m speaking to, and any brashness that he comes across as is only because he cares about
CelineI‘m falling and it feels like it lasts forever. The darkness presses in on all sides, stealing my breath before I can let out a scream. When will I land?I gasp awake with wide eyes, heaving in huge breaths of relief. No more falling, no more darkness. I’m awake. The jingling of chains gets my attention and I glance down with a horrified gasp to find... everything upside down. What-I feel it then, thick chains gripping my ankles and anchoring me to the roof. The rest of the cage materialises, reinforced bars designed to hold me in. No. No. No. No. Yes. My fear is confirmed. I’m in the cage now, the exact one that used to hold Flinn. “Lor!” I scream, my voice ending on a cry. Why would he keep me here? Why would he leave me here alone? “Lor!!!”I’m the only prisoner here, the rest were killed. The door is closed and my cage doors are locked. I am suspended with chains and my panic is rising by the minute. I don’t want to be alone. Biting my lip, I fold my upper body up and