That sickened me and made me tremble with fear.
I can’t do it.
Not after last night.
We reached my chamber, and I hesitated outside it as he turned to go in.
He took off his helmet. Exposing ruffled blonde hair and a sweaty brow. Which was currently furrowed. “What’s wrong with you?”
I blinked at him.
He caught my upper arm and pulled me into the chamber.
I resisted, tugging away immediately and glaring at him.
He snatched my waist and lifted me. Setting me inside the door. Which he was now closing. Sealing us inside.
Alone.
“I need to talk to-” He cut himself off as he tilted his head questioningly at me. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What are you talking about?” I snapped.
“Are you well?” He reached to put a hand on my shoulder.
I dodged it. Ducking and moving out of reach in a long sidestep.
He gave me an assessing look. “You stink of fear. Wha
My response to his comment was immediate in my thoughts. Just as cruel as every other wolf. But I bit my tongue and watched him leave. Promptly going to work on a plan to slaughter wolves. But I had one primary obstacle. Which was even more frustrating because I wanted that obstacle to remain one. My King. The kindest man I’d ever know. I wouldn’t be able to act on anything as long as he was alive. He wouldn’t understand why I wanted to slaughter a species. He wouldn’t condone me sending his knights to kill mass populace. Which means I can do nothing until he is gone. But that made my heart ache. I sat on the edge of his bed today. Hoping against hope that it would never happen. That somehow, he could be as immortal as I was. Wolves could live long lives. Though they could be injured or killed, if they weren’t they aged at a much slo
I could think of nothing but him. Alaric. I moved through the solar and down into the Parlor but no matter where I went, I could see his yellow eyes glowing in the dark as he ducked beneath a branch to crouch before me. He’d been out there. Doing whatever he does. And my wolf had ran straight to him. Why is it always him? Of all the places I could go, all the people I could seek sanctuary with, why is it always him? I could hear his voice in my mind. “Because I’m your mate.” I shook that away. Banishing that thought. I was leaning against the window frame. Staring out. I felt a warm presence. Freezing as I saw strong arms wrapping the outsides of mine. Hands covering mine so when I jerked, I couldn’t leave that windowsill. I could feel the hard press of his body all along mine. The rigid length of his root already against my backside. Ready to enter me.
I had come out to the garden in the back of the castle, hoping it would be the one place Alaric wouldn’t think to find me. I never come out here. There was such peace and beauty here, I found myself truly relaxing for the first time in a sevennight. I could see the woods off in the distance. And knew that going out there would be like coming home. I’d come to this castle seeking freedom. But real freedom would be letting my wolf out. Letting her run until she couldn’t anymore. Hunting by snatching prey in my jaws. But that was how the Asara found me. When I turned into a wolf, it meant that males could smell me. And if it was near a Mating Moon, it meant that all of them could, for miles. So, I was like a trapped bird with wings clipped. Sitting in a gorgeous cage. I had everything I wanted. Yet, I was miserably unhappy. I saw maids moving beyond the open door of the Dance Hall leadi
I found myself inching up onto the windowsill. Yearning to come out. I balanced on my paws, teetering precariously. I looked down and assessed the drop from my chambers. Growling faintly in growing aggravation as I dropped back inside. Pacing further. I paced until I was so exhausted that I laid down and fell asleep on the cool floor. My head rested on my paws. When I awoke this time, I was a naked woman on the floor of my chamber, my head on the back of my hands. As I lifted it, I found what had awakened me. A maid had cracked my door and now stared at me in astonishment. “Get out!” I shouted at her. Enraged that she would intrude. I saw two knights peering through the crack in the door behind her. Glimpsing my bare backside and legs. “I said, get out!” She fumbled to set down a platter of food on a table near the door before sliding back out and pulling the door closed. I stood. Pulling on a loose, flowing gown. I couldn’t re
I shoved his pants down. He kicked off his botts and stepped from them. The sunlight playing over his bronzed body. And emphasizing every muscle. A glaze of sweat lingered on his skin. Making him glisten like sunlight on water. I turned my hand and dragged my nails up his abdomen and along his chest. He was still staring down at me in confusion. His arms stiffly at his sides. Because I’d made it clear I didn’t want his touch. Now I was yearning for it. But I’d have rather died than admit it. I caught him intimately in my hands. Feeling how his soft, velvety skin immediately began to harden beneath my touch. Rising to obey my commands. I pushed him backward. He took a long step. I shoved him again. He stumbled back another step. I caught the top of his shoulders and yanked him down. He obediently looked up at me as he lowered to rest on his elbows. Stretching his
They’d barely declared my sweet old king dead. And all my fears were running rampant. I worried that perhaps this was what the NightHunter wolf had been waiting for. What if he’s going to return now? But it was the same fear I’d had every night since the beast had left. My long skirts swished around my legs as I paced my chambers. I was locked inside it, and still found myself watching the door fearfully. But the footstep I heard at the bottom of the stairs was one I knew. Not him either. Don’t come up here. Don’t come up here. I had one hand cradling my tossing stomach. I was chewing on the thumbnail of the other hand. All my willing was inundated by the hammering of an armored fist on the large wooden door. Alaric. He’s come for me. Thinking he can claim me, unchallenged, now that my King is dead. “Go away!” “Unlikely.” He scoffed. Bangin
***Note from the author:Explicit sex. Forced and rough sex. Shape shifting. Vengeance and captivity. Dark erotica.Can be triggering for some.***“Run, Girl! Run!” Marta’s voice was echoing in my ears. Her urgency. She had shown me the break in the border wall.Where I can get through. And I needed out.I never wanted to be part of this pack. But Edrick, the Asara Pack Alpha, had made me at the get. Despite that I was residing amongst humans. Nearly invisible as what I was. He’d known me as a wolf.He had his two vicious sons drag me into Asara territory and I was forced to join their pack and become fated to be prey of one of the unbred males because I was considered one of the few ‘breedables.’Females of mating age.And in this ferocious pack, breedable she-wolves were easy prey for the males that became fiercely lustful under the Mating Moon. Willing to throwdown the nearest she-wolf and rut her into submission to sate their insane drive.Like the malevolent wolves they are. I
“Which is the only thing I want.” He finished.It was his vow that he’d have me that set me with determination.He will not. My face hardened. Making me seem far sterner than I usually was.I’m leaving this damn place before he has the chance.I knew enough about Alaric to feel intimidated and to know he didn’t bluff. He meant what he said.Then tonight, just as dark was beginning to fall, the camp exploded in chaos.Draven and Alaric returned from a hunt with Edrick on a makeshift gurney. Bleeding everywhere.Fury, Edrick’s Beta, jogged from his hut and swore at the sight of the Alpha. “I told him I needed to go with you boys. Damn him!”Fury followed them into Rebekah’s hut.It was one of the only times I ever knew of, that The Healer let males beyond her threshold.Despite all of Rebekah, efforts, Edrick was soon dead.Our Alpha was dead.Killed by the Alpha of the NightHunters and his son.Edrick had managed to slaughter the Alpha but only to scar the adult son.The camp was awhir