“Little murder problem?” I echoed his words and raised my eyebrows towards him. “We’ve only had one person murdered and how did you even find out?” Emrys had just shared the news to me and I had yet to even bring it to King Anton; unless Emrys, which I am sure he did, wrote a separate letter to the King. Emeric’s eyes deceived him for a quick moment because I could see his pupils dilate just enough before he got a grip on himself and his emotions, reining his pupils back to normal, and he straightened his body back up. “I have eyes and ears everywhere, Luna.” There was no distaste in his words or the title of Luna, and even Cassandra popped her attention up; she was just as curious as I was and something inside us wanted to trust him but our logic rendered reins.  

Wet, salty tears began to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks as my feet began to move before my thoughts even processed fully of what was happening, and even though I hadn’t moved this fast ever since I had been pregnant, I ran. Ran as if the world pushed me forward, my flats heavily tapping against the marble flooring as the wind wished through the wisps of hair which framed my hair. The jeans that I wore were supportive against my growing baby, my tee shirt, which was actually Emrys’, let me breathe freely. “My beautiful Lessie,” Was the first words he whispered in my ear as he caught me, our arms tightly wrapping around each other, the mate bonds tingles were stronger than ever and I clutched his usual fighting leathers; soaking in his pine scent, Cassandra howled of happiness to be this close to our mate

Emrys kicked off his shorts before preparing himself before me, his body leaning down, lips connecting to one of my breasts the exact time he entered into me comfortably; a moan erupted from my lips which seemed to encourage my mate. Emrys slammed back into me with harsher and rougher movement, lips and teeth bestowing everything they had from one breast to the next, and with my hands restrained added to the mix. “Rhys,” I whimpered, his hands containing my struggling hips, holding me down, and he didn’t stop as he reached up and tugged on my hair with enough force to send sparks after sparks down my body.  And he then moved one hand, bringing his thumb up to my lips and drawing them across the now almost swollen skin, then pushing past my lips; I suck

*Emrys’ POV* When she asked me, my heart sank with fear, anger, and such negative emotions that I could hardly take in another breath; the emotions weren’t targeted at her by any means, no… It was targeted at those… Those bastards. “Why? Tell me one good reason, Celeste!” I couldn’t help as my voice raised in an odd sort of scared little boy emotion, I felt like crying, screaming, the whirlwind of emotions that cluster fucked my brain right now was too much all at once and- “Because,” And her voice instantly drew me back to reality, her hands steadily holding the sides of my face with peace and calm. Those beautiful, breathtaking blue eyes could save me from an

*Celeste’s POV* I smiled as I took a deep breath in, the scents of freshly tilled dirt and the sounds of a silent countryside made me feel so relaxed and I just realized how long I had been inside the walls of the palace grounds; this brought me back to remembering the times me and Ostana would sneak off during a school day to travel to the river and explore anything and everything.  My decision to wear white made me feel even more bubbly as dust clouded my flats, the feeling of openness and freedom put my stressed thoughts of the Northern Whispers to rest.  “Sorry about the scent, I just had fertilizer put down a few days ago,” Turning around to face the voice, and not even smelling the