LOGINEmma“Ready to g—” Ace turns around, his question getting stuck in his throat as he looks up at me. I giggle softly because he is a pro at keeping the perfect poker face, but this one slipped. “Sure, let’s go.” “How do I look?” Serena jumps right in front of her brother, and he answers, his eyes
Emma“We are somewhat used to Kai pulling idiotic stunts, but I thought you would do better,” Uncle Hendrick reprimands him, getting a scoff from Ace. He averts his gaze shortly while he approaches us, before setting it back on us. “I can’t possibly go against orders of the Alpha King, can I?” I f
Emma“My ladies.” We turn around to see a young man dressed in a fancy uniform and a dazzling smile. “I’m Zenis, and I will be in charge of showing you to the south wing where your pack members are residing.” Selena suddenly turns strangely shy, stepping behind me while tugging at my sleeve. I rem
I have barely started to get on my knees when the Alpha King hurries forward, holding me up by grabbing my forearms. “Please, my dear, there’s no need for that.” He finally acknowledges Ace, tapping his shoulder and getting him to stand back up. “At ease,” he says casually, his smile not faltering
EmmaMy heart stills in my chest, and I hold my belly instinctively. Turning around, I can’t even finish my thought as Ace is already looking at me, worried. “What’s wrong?” “My bond with… I lost our connection.” His lips curl up, and he turns around, snarling at the maids, the boys, and Serena.
Kai“You will open the cell and let my father out, or I’ll give this tower a pretty make-over,” I growl, leaning in to him and his obnoxious grin. “Let’s see how good you and your pack members are, and put it to the test to see how far I will get until someone manages to stop me.” “Kai,” my father
Artemisia “Where the fuck have you been?” Logan glares at me from the top of the stairs. I scoff, forcing a smile as I walk up to him. “Good evening to you too, Logan.” He exhales through his nose while he frowns. “Where have you been so long? You were supposed to finish with the pups about
Artemisia Matthew is working on a sculpture. His stained clothes make him look like he escaped some secret fantasy of mine. I stare drooling a bit too long before his chuckle gets me to finally force out something. “Didn’t you want to have breakfast?” I ask as he rubs his hands clean with a rug.
I gulp, staring at him agape. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, and my brain can’t keep up with trying to untangle the mess, failing to let me form a coherent thought. “Is it true?” I whisper finally, my throat feeling dried out. “The rumour, I mean.” Shaking his head, he gets m
Artemisia “Oh, dear Goddess.” I jump as Alberta shows up behind me as I am examining my ball gown, which must have been delivered to me just in time for Fynn to trash it. So mean. The red fabric adorned with the little gems is now just a witness of how sharp claws can be. By all the tears







