SeleneI had a nightmare like this once: being helpless before Blaise while my family hangs in the balance. However even my worst dreams couldn’t have predicted this fate: being forced to choose between Bastien’s life and my own. Bastien is roaring and raging at me, ordering me to leave him behind, but I can’t bring myself to turn my back on him. Every time I see the knife go deeper into his back, Luna howls in agony and despair, freezing me in place.I know Blaise’s offer is a trap, but I also know that there’s no way I can undo what he’s already discovered. One way or another Blaise knows who I am now, he knows where I live an

SeleneIf I thought Blaise’s city was an atrocity, it’s nothing compared to his pack house. In fact, Pack house is honestly a misnomer, it’s more akin to a palace. That’s why it’s so easy to see why Arabella liked this place so much – it’s full of the kind of gaudy excess and cruelty she adored.The worst part is that Blaise is still crooning to me as if I’m a puppy, pointing out every detail of his horrible home. His servants, who all avert their gazes from him as if afraid making eye contact will cost them their heads, open every door for us as we pass. They race along side us offering refreshments and amenities, b

Selene“And this is your first pregnancy?” The doctor questioned, making my heart race right as he took my pulse.“Yes,” I lie, earning a raised brow from the man.“And your previous doctor diagnosed you with HG?” He presses.“Yes, I was recently hospitalized for dehydration, but I’ve been able to put on some weight with the help of medication.” I explain.&

Selene“What do you mean, you’re working with Frederic?” I demand, not believing my own ears.“He wants to help.” Helene insists, rubbing my arms in an attempt to soothe me.“Helene, he tried to destroy our lives.” I remind her, “he let Arabella try to kill me, he murdered Gabriel and tried to assasinate Bastien, he locked his own mother in a basement and would gladly do the same to me.”“Yes, he did.” Helene agrees, “you

Selene“I can’t do this for much longer,” I groan, staring out the windows at the glittering skyline of tartarus. Blaise will be holding court in just under an hour, and my night will go the same of every night that has come before. His servants will dress me in a ridiculously expensive gown, I’ll wear it for a sum total of one hour while the aristocrats of the Calypso pack whisper at me behind their hands and Blaise fawns over me. I’ll eventually excuse myself from dinner with the excuse of nausea, only to return to my rooms and wait for Blaise to turn up and try to paw me. I’ll hypnotize him and send him to bed, then lie awake agonizing over Bastien, Lila and our future.