“Oh Goddess, I have time travelled.” I said, out loud. Much to the confusion of the men next to me. They looked at each other in a silent conversation before pulling me forward once again. Obviously looking forward to discarding their charge. Panic surged in me at the crazy through of time travel actually being real, I felt like I was going crazy. But how else can I explain what had happened to me. The sudden appearance of Castle Black. The lack of anyone that I recognised. I was pulled through a busy town centre littered with wooden carts laden with food, and so many omegas it made my head spin. Not even my pack back home had this many wolves in it. Stone huts with thatched roofs lined the busy streets, none of them were the perfect chocolate box houses that I so loved England for. They look little better than hovels. And don’t even get me started at the stench that rose from primitive ditches which lined each side of the street, raw sewage flowing down through the

I watch his bulky form taking up the doorway, his eyes locked on me. I stand up hastily from the bed, startled by his deep voice and sudden appearance. As I stood, the sudden weight made my legs give out from beneath me. I hadn’t realised how tired I was, my body ached, my feet sore from having walked barefoot for so long. I could feel myself falling to the floor in a heap of sheets and mud. But before I reached the ground, a strong arm wrapped around me and brought me back to my feet. The contact lit an electric current through me like nothing I had ever felt before. “I’m sorry, I just assumed…” I stuttered over myself. His blue eyes peered down at me. He held no expression on his face, the only sign of his humanity being the slow steady thump of his heart through his chest. For a moment, his eyes held mine, his lips only a breath away. My wolf purred at the intimate contact. In that moment I watched as my mate began to bend forward, as if ready to t

There was nothing that I could think that helped to reassure my roiling mind. I had no way to explain how Alexander had come to be in procession of my portrait. Or how it ended up the hidden drawer of his desk. We had never met before, of that, I was sure. So how did he come to have it? It was obvious that he had not looked at the item in question for some time, based off of the amount of undisturbed dust that was gathered there. But it was still there. A shiver ran down my spin, and fear sparked in the pit of my stomach. Had he known I would come this whole time. Was he expecting me to arrive? No surely that couldn’t be the case. He was so cold towards me when we met in the throne room. If anything, he seemed annoyed I was there at all. I twirled the locket in my hand, in concentration. Trying to piece together the pieces or my fragmented mind. There was only one way to settle any of this, and that was to ask Alexander

“Walker? Your mother was a walker?” Disbelief evident in my voice. He looked back towards me with a frown. “What of it?” “It’s nothing, it’s just that I had no idea that the Walker family were such an ancient one.” I sat back in my chair with a slump, the thought that Alison, Drake’s mate, was a part of the same family tree as Alexander’s mother was making my head spin. “It’s late,” Alexander stood up, his body casting a long shadow on the ground. If he had taken note about my comment regarding his mother’s family history, he didn’t show it. Alexander looked down at me, his eyes squinted as he watched me, his fingers fiddling the locket in his hands. “It’s time for bed.” He turned on his heels and began to make for the stairs, leaving me unsure as to what to do. Should I follow him? Or should I just sleep here, in the relative comfort of my own space, regardless of how uncomfortable a bed the lumpy cushions of the armchair made. I had

The silence stretched out before us. I dare not move as I silently plead with my wolf, apologising for pushing her away.                       When Alexander spoke again, his voice was rigid, like he had been fighting an internal battle just as I had. “You have spent enough time wallowing up here like some damsel in distress. It is time for you to make yourself known to my people.” He spoke over his shoulders, his eyes still watching the burning flames in the grate. “There will be certain expectations of you Rosalie.” He continued, “You will behave in a manner fit for a lady. You will not question my authority in front of my people. And above all, you will remain in sight of either me, or my beta Arthur. “As the Queen of the werewolf kingdom, you will be expected to choose ladies in waiting to attend to you. You will be presented with the m