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
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
I 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
I try to recall how I felt when I penned the words by running my hands over the indentations on the page where they were written. Thoughts like "exhilarated" and "terrified" cross my mind, but no matter how hard I try, I can't relive that day.That day marked a major change in my life. The day I opted to quit our group and lead a mortal existence for a period of five years as opposed to merely embracing the shift and turning fully into a werewolfMy old diary, which has been waiting for my return for the past five years, was placed back in the bedside drawer as the intercom gently announced breakfast. I'm not the same age I was when I left, which was seventeen. In that girl's bedroom, with its soft pink canopy bed drapes and dazzling white furniture, I'm a grown-up stranger.You just returned from home, I tell myself. Allow some time.I go to the vanity, where I spent countless hours as a teenager honing my eyeliner techniques and giving my face a Kardashian-like contour. Back then, b
He sets the plate in front of the mother and raises the lid as she reclines. A human heart that is covered with blood clots lies on a bed of lettuce. Mom exhales with joy and gives a gentle handclap of thanks. Hudson, bravo. Where do you keep finding these exquisite, tiny morsels?The phrase "a trade secret, ma'am" He gets the other plate and places it in front of the father before lifting the dome to show him almost the same dinner. My father murmurs a thank you, and my parents pick up their cutlery and tuck in, forgetting about the traditional breakfast.I've witnessed this sight several times throughout my life, before every religious ritual and full moon. But after five years of coexisting with people, I have a slightly more intimate perspective on the organs.i.e., they once existed as people.Either I keep my disdain to myself or my mother doesn't notice. She nods towards my plate as she slices a piece of the heart in front of her. "Well. Eat up. The day is busy for us.I suffoc
Mother nudges me while I'm hunched over, and I remember to bow while swaying a little. I can't just blame it all on a lack of practice. The new monarch is so attractive that he has taken my breath away.The new king commands, "Rise," and his accent makes me long for London. "Are you still loyal to the pack?"As the three of us respond to the traditional inquiry, I maintain a glum expression. "Yes, my king and my wolf pack leader."And do you obey your king's and pack leader's commands?The moment I look up and notice that he is staring at me as the three of us speak, heat pours over my face. He still wants me to meet his gaze when I swiftly avert my eyes. He exudes an air of confidence that has nothing to do with his job; it fills the space between us and makes the air seem heavy as I inhale it.I cry out, "Yes, my king and my pack leader." I'm having trouble breathing, and I'm wondering how many people have collapsed in front of him.Do you give up your freedom for the benefit of the
I'm sweating my palms. We should return to the ballroom; why don't we? To handle this, I need a drink.To my relief, Clare says, "I don't blame you," and she doesn't appear to have seen the King approaching us.He shouldn't pass by, in my opinion. I don't want to bow before him only to discover that he isn't even aware of our presence. I also don't want him to see me, though. I was almost about to have an asthma attack when he saw me. I don't want him to ever notice me again because I now know he is a hostile member of our pack.I take the lead and head straight for the closest catering bar, with my sisters scrambling to keep up behind me. As I go closer, a tall, lean man turns and smiles as if he recognizes me.It takes me a second to realize who he is.Before Tara can object, Clare says, "I think we'll go back to the table," and then pushes her away.Five years ago, when I used the right, I wasn't just interested in what the world of humans had to offer. It offered a chance for me t
My closest friends are the people I can challenge the most about the political catastrophe of the last five years. Since kindergarten, Eva, David, and I have made a matched trio. Even though David and Eva are now mated, we are stillGoing to their place is like us all getting together after school even though we haven't seen each other in so long. When I first arrived, there was some fully immature squeeing over each other, but we soon went back to our old habits, as if I hadn't lost touch with them for five years.Everything else besides the "my best friends are in a mating bond" issue: "How exactly did that happen?"Eva sputters, "It was him or marriage to Dave Byron," and she then continues.Her revulsion is echoed by my word, "gross."She hears David tell her to "be nice." His parents never said no to him and gave him whatever the hell he wanted; therefore, it's not his fault.He's ignored by Eva. Ever had the gut-wrenching feeling that someone you were looking at was an unattract