“Okay,” I breathe out and he shifts, dragging me out of bed with him. “Enough now. Come take a warm shower with me,” he says, making me giggle as he already carries me into the bathroom. *** “You can’t be serious about wanting to make her move around constantly. Did you see how weak she is?” My m
Artemisia “This one!” Ramona squeals, but my mother peeks at it, scrunching up her nose. “Isn’t she supposed to walk through a forest? With that gown, she would just swipe the ground.” Ramona groans while I giggle. “You surely know how to take the magic out of things, Lulu.” My mother gasps thea
"Oh, please..." Red eyes?! Devils. Crouching down, I clasped my skirt to keep it from sliding down. “Where did you see the red eyes, Ed?” “Don’t even try,” Matthew warned me. “He will just make you feel confused. Like on the worst trip ever.” I would have liked to chuckle, but Edward’s eyes ke
Artemisia I lower my hand slowly, my surroundings moving around me like I was in a dream. A very bad one. Fynn reaches out, grabbing Rachel’s wrist to pull her into a hug, sending a dagger right through my heart. I flinch as to the piercing pain adds my pups moving to kick me painfully. Taking
“Yes,” I answer, clawing onto his strong shoulders as suddenly, I feel the pups move again. A blow hits me full force, making an excruciating pain ripple through me. I don't even get to scream as it causes me to black out immediately. *** By the time I wake up, I find myself lying in a hospital b
Artemisia The next few days are quite a struggle, but soon enough, I can breathe better and the presence of my mates seems to have a calming effect on the babies. They never calm down fully and keep moving around aggressively, even managing to break other bones but luckily my wolf has it covered
“Right,” I breathe out, my emotions starting to swirl freely as I can’t decide if I want to start crying desperately or just run away. Laying my hand on my stomach, I try channelling my breathing, as I feel fire rise again. This time Fynn doesn’t seem to be as absorbed by Rachel as he looks at m
Artemisia “Hey,” Fynn says quietly as he steps next to my bed. “Hey,” I answer in a whisper, closing my book. He puts his hands in his pockets, smiling. “You look incredibly beautiful.” “Thank you,” I say while blushing, and lean my head against the headboard of my bed. He grins as he sits on t