LOGINEmily Blackwood was born into a clandestine society of werewolves and found herself engaged to a mate she felt no affection for. Determined to break free from her pack's constraints, she made the bold decision to depart for a span of five years. Now, she has returned, resolute in her commitment to embrace her destined werewolf nature. However, destiny has its own agenda, intertwined with the ascent of a new pack leader, Orion Wolfhart. Possessing wealth, charm, and an unyielding demeanour, Orion demands unwavering obedience from the Trailblazers Pack. As his attention fixates on Emily, she finds herself thrust into a world of intricate politics, seduction, and violence, a realm she is ill-prepared to navigate alone. Emily's life hangs precariously in the balance, with adversaries emerging from every dark corner. Desperate for protection, she is compelled to rely on an enigmatic stranger who has seized control of her pack's throne. Yet, even in this perilous alliance, trust becomes a scarce commodity.
View MoreI don't want to be thankful or relieved that Orion has released me from my commitment to Ashton. In fact, I don't want to feel either of those things. I don't want to feel anything other than anger toward the guy who is going to send my sisters away, ruin their lives, and possibly ruin my life when he eventually gets around to punishing my father. I don't want to feel anything other than anger.The name is "Thomas Dixon." Orion 's voice suddenly takes on an oddly cordial quality that makes me hesitant to trust him. "You have been convicted of treason," the judge said. Nevertheless, you came to my rescue and demonstrated that you were a trustworthy ally in the early days of my reign. I can't help but wonder what I could have done wrong to make you lose faith in me."Your Majesty—" "Your Majesty—" Father begins, but it quickly becomes clear that he is at a loss for further comment. He simply shrugs his shoulders in response. "I've made an error of judgment. Would you kindly refrain fro
Orion fails to contact me for a week.My mating ceremony preparations have reached crisis proportions. Mother, Clare, and Cynthia are concerned about the morning-after party. Everything from the guest list to the centerpieces must be flawless in order to remove the stain of What I Did.I do my best to engage, if only to maintain the illusion that I'll be married Ashton.His threats continue to haunt me. Nightmares of desperately attempting to flee him only to be dragged back to the pack kicking and screaming have me waking up in a cold sweat every night. People are noting that I am constantly weary and on edge."The bags under your eyes," Mother remarks one night at dinner, making a low tutting noise instead of finishing the phrase."I haven't been sleeping very well." Because of you and what Father consented to. Because of the pack and because I'm a prisoner.“Ma’am?” Hudson enters the dining room, followed by two thrall soldiers wearing Kevlar vests with the royal seal embroidered o
It's only one meal. As I approach the restaurant's doors, I remind myself, "Just one." But I'm not sure whether this is the last time I'll have to sit across from Ashton and pretend to be his willing little wifey. Nathan will, without a doubt, keep his commitment to negate Ashton's claim against me. I simply don't know when. Lupercalia isn't for another two weeks. Furthermore, I haven't heard from the king since the night we nearly... I try not to worry about it as the maître d' guides me through the dimly lighted main floor to a round ivory leather seat. Ashton stands there, his coppery hair combed back and brushing against the collar of his pricey suit jacket. He smiles broadly, takes my hands, and kisses my cheek. "I almost gave up hope on you." I really want you would. To avoid speaking it, I physically bite my tongue. "I apologize. On the way here, I got twisted around." As we settle into our seats, he frowns. "You drove it yourself?" "Mmhm," I confirm with a closed-lip smile
As I rush to Aconitum Hall, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm not sure if Nathan will be there or if I'll even be able to see him. But he's the king; I don't have his personal cell phone number or anything.Then maybe you shouldn't show up at his place unexpectedly. My rational mind is correct, but my panic brain wins. I'm not going to his place to confess my feelings or beg him to be my boyfriend. He's the pack leader, I'm his subject, and I'm in need of assistance.At the main entrance, there's a gatehouse manned by a thrall who looks up from her book with a dubious expression as I approach. Before she opens the window, she reaches for her hip to deactivate the safety on the revolver in her holster.Aside from hunting, I've never seen a real gun in person. That makes me wish I had given my actions more thought before rushing over here."Name and purpose of visit." Her voice does not rise towards the end. It's not a question, but rather a warning that I shouldn't be here unless I ha












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