I woke up the next morning...or afternoon? The sun streaming through the windows made me think it was way too late for morning. Panicking, I sat up and stared at the two men sleeping blissfully unaware of how much time had passed. But I had to admit, after last night, I was so tired that I'm sure I could still sleep even longer. "What are you doing up?" Reed murmured, running his long slender fingers down my arm. "We slept in," I said, climbing over him to get out of bed. I stood up, feeling the soreness in my legs and pressure in my bladder. "And I need to pee.""Dude, wake up," Reed groaned, pulling the pillow under his brother. After I'm done, I washed my hands and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was all messed up and out place, my lips swollen and pink spots coloured my neck and chest. I'm going to smack Connor in the head for this. Grinning to myself for getting thoroughly fucked, I touched my nipples with my cold wet hands. "Need some help?" Connor asked. His 'help'

74"What...what's that supposed to mean?" I stuttered. "What happened to Mom?"Uncle Al groaned, a deep frown framing his face. "Must you interrupt me? Zip it before I do it for you... permanently like I did with your mother."Terrified and horrified by his words, my shoulders dropped in defeat. How could he? My heart ached at the thought him who loved me most, who I loved the most, prevented me from growing up with a mother. As he continued to chant, blood began to pool around the twins' feet and crawl towards the corpse. What happened to taking 'a little'? I could sympathize with him, understand him but not at the cost of my mates. I needed Father. He was much stronger and- Holy shit! The dark aura swelled, occupying every space in the room, inching closer to me. When it grazed my fingertips, I gasped at the coldness that felt oddly familiar and familial. Like a puzzle fitting into place in my mind, I took in the shadowy darkness. "No!"Fidgeting, I gasped at the intensity in w

When I stepped on the other side, the council room came into view. All members of the council wore a cold mask. Even Commander Turner lacked the softness in his eyes. The lining of my stomach rumbled with dread as I stepped closer to the table. "Good morning," I whispered. "Phoebe Woods," Father said in a cold, commanding tone. "The council has called you today on the charges of theft, fraud and repeated disregard for the laws of Arth. Are you guilty of these charges?" Unease settled in my stomach like a flock of butterflies flailing in a flood of guilt. I trembled under their hostile gaze. It would be useless to explain myself. Perhaps I should have done things differently. Nodding, I looked my father in the eyes and said, "Yes.""Do you accept whatever punishment the council passes on?""Yes." My teeth ground together, and blood rushed to my ears. Father watched me for a moment, unwilling to reveal his true emotions. "You are hereby stripped of your position and powers," he sai

The council had gathered, bright eyed and smiles in contrast to our exhausted, dark circles team. We had somehow managed to sleep but I could have sworn the alarm rang as soon I kept my eyes shut. "Good morning to you too," I greeted and tried to smile without yawning. The boys mumbled their greetings but it seemed the council could not be bothered. The meeting began with talks of other matters that promised to put me to sleep. All I needed to do was stop trying to make what they said and close my eyes. "Achilleas now lies in the arms of his family, thanks to you."I beamed at the lady leading the council. "You're welcome.""I hope we continue to work together, Chief Priest of Arth."Chuckling nervously, I clasped my hands together and placed them on the table. "Uh I don't think you've heard but I'm not the Chief Priest. Father is still taking the wheels.""I see." They murmured among themselves, few were nodding and others frowned. "And I've been banned." My last words completely

He fulfilled his dark promise, taking me over and over again. I was blinking the stars away from the mind blowing orgasm when I felt another building as he thrust into me, impossibly deeper and harder. Tonight, it seemed that Connor was going to watch. After his grumbles about me spending all day with Reed, he refused to rise from his seating position and silently watched. His arousal was clear in the lit room, waiting to be set free from his zipped jeans. His gaze on me burned and lit my desire anew. I wanted him to take me too, running his large hands over my body and torture me with kisses. The thought of that increased the flow of the fluids between my legs, adding to the maddening sounds of the wet slaps each time Reed's hips touched mine. I stretched my hand to my mate, beckoning him to join, and licked my lips. He smiled, shaking his head and raised his glass of wine in a celebratory toast. Reed pinned my hands down, urging me to look at him. His thrusts began to slow, callin