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Erik POV “Do I need to check on him?” Estrid’s voice is a low whisper in the corner of her mouth, our eyes watching Finn as he lowers his body at Amara’s feet. “No, it’s settled. We move on.” I watch on as Finn’s head slowly moves down, revealing Amara’s new figure-hugging outfit as if I was undressing her with my eyes. I’ve only ever seen her in that tatty torn dress. I can feel my hands clench, my wolf pressing forward as he takes a glimpse for himself. His possessive growl rumbles in my chest, he didn’t like the thought of others looking at her...something I had never experienced before. With anyone. Next, she does something that I wouldn’t have expected, she places her hand on his head in an act of forgiveness, she forgives him. She’s meek, she’s weak…yet she’s showing that she can overcome her fears. She was terrified of Finn last night at dinner, trembling with fright….yet here she is willing to even be near him. I never take pleasure in punishing my own, but as al
Amara POVEstrid was his sister, his beta. It would explain why they seemed to be joined at the hip, why shewas by his side when he stalked towards my family with unmatched confidence having takenthe Mystic Hallows pack as his.I had no need for the incoherent jealousy that seems to snap out like a firecracker every time Isee them interact. I shouldn’t be having those bouts of jealous anyhow, I was still coming toterms with losing Jason to Catherine.The one person that had been forever mine, dropping me for my sister….for a title…for power.Choosing her over me.Since Erik was banished from the pack two weeks ago, I’ve been torn between watchingCatherine and Jason frolic around the alpha house and a gut-wrenching ache for beingseparated from Erik, the mate bond between us constantly begging for us to be reunited.“Ready?” Greta calls out to me. I stare at myself in the extravagant mirror of the walkin closet.Nobody needed a mirror this size; nobody was this large…I only starte
Amara POV I haven’t slept, every time I tried, his amber intense eyes were all that I could picture. He told me I had nothing to fear, that I should feel safe here…but those eyes still had a coldness to them. Maybe now being here, I’m starting to understand that icy hostile exterior of his. The door may have been locked but that didn’t stop me from sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, knees tucked in to my chest. I didn’t feel safe here, no matter what he claims…I’ve trusted before… Everything is foreign to me here…the smells, the noises. In the early hours of the morning I could hear the house staff preparing for the day, my fingers twitched with the urge to go downstairs and assist them. That was my role in my father’s house, I was the house staff. I knew my place, my station within the Alpha household. Here, I don’t know what am I. I can’t surely be the luna; I may be marked by him….in his luna rooms…but… A knock on the bedroom door pulls me out of my spiral
Erik POV “You are safe here Amara, I can promise you that.” My foot is wedged between the door and doorframe, blocking her from being able to close it on me. Which I can tell is all she wants to do. She doesn’t believe me, and why would she. She was weak for a reason, they had done well in pulling her apart all these years. Breaking her soul, reducing her to a weakling. Despite that, however….my wolf has taken a liking to her. He likes a challenge…me, I am yet to be impressed. She’s weak, but she’s mine. I’ll be damned if another male touches her, even my own beta. “Get some rest.” I let my command roll off my tongue, pulling my foot back and closing the door for her. There was something tempting about her, something I can’t quite put my finger on. An allure I hadn’t sampled yet in my life…something forbidden. My sister, Estrid, and her mate Finn are waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me. I move past them to the thermostat on the wall, turning the dial up a few
Amara POV As soon as the door is closed, the ominous sound of the lock echoes out… my fingers gripping onto it tightly. It was pointless, a locked door would mean nothing to these men, but somehow it put my nerves at ease…slightly. I adjust the fur cover higher to cover my shoulders, the ice palace was just as cold on the inside as it looked on the outside. In front of me was a large sized bed…a bed that was the same size as my entire room in the attic of the alpha house that I grew up in. It was dressed in the bare minimum of bedding; in fact the entire design of the room was minimal. I press my ear to the door, holding my breath as I hear his footsteps lead away. I was alone. My arm, still throbbing with pain, is now seeping out puss…trying to fight off the lotion the doctor had soaked it in. This wound has been a part of me for as long as I like to remember. Opening one of the two doors in the room, I locate an ensuite, a gasp escaping me from the size and the exquisi
Amara POV It’s as if I am not in my body. Breathing is becoming difficult, restrained…painful each time I take in a much-needed intake of air, only succumbing to my body’s minimum requirements. I wait to the point of dizziness each time before giving in….returning back to oxygen deprivation. I’d rather not breathe at all; I’d rather they kill me now and leave my rotting body by the side of the road. That’s my fate isn’t it, for them to kill me as punishment. For father growing the poison. The inside of the car is designed differently, for the entire journey both males are facing me, the female next to me. It’s too cramped in here, even before the large brute entered. The one that murdered the innocent female before my very eyes. My breathing hitches at the flash back, my hand snaking up to my throat…the pain she must have felt before her life was so violently ended. I’m conscious not to touch him, my knees tucked into the side of me as he so arrogantly spreads his out in