Standing outside of Alexander’s room the next morning I can feel Margaret seething with anger beside me. She was not happy about having to share her room with me. She made sure to give me only one drawer in the dresser for all of my clothes and gave me boxes for under my bed for what I could not fit in the drawer. Needless to say she is trying to make my life as uncomfortable as possible, but I refuse to let her get me down. She is my one obstacle to get closer to Alexander and to get back to my old life. But as much as I want to get back to Alexander my mind is constantly drifting back to Victor. Just two nights ago his hands were on my bare skin and it felt as though a fire was ignited within me. With just those few stolen moments something has awoken within me and I need to know more about this man that is my mate. “Natalia…” A voice breaks through my daydream about Victor. “Earth to Natalia. Are you even paying attention?” I snap back to reality and see Alexander sta

Following the scent of my mate, my feet wander through the forest, guiding me to him. Once again I find myself on the familiar trail that leads me to the spring. I find myself standing on the large boulders near the spring, my eyes hopefully scanning the area for Victor. I lift my nose to the air and inhale deeply. The smell of citrus and pine hangs heavy in the air but he is nowhere to be seen. Taking a seat on one of the large rocks I allow my toes to dangle in the cool water of the spring. The night is unseasonably hot, and the cool water is inviting. I peek over my shoulder to make sure that no one is looking as I strip off my sleeping gown and fold it neatly on the rock beside me. Slipping into the chilly water my body lets out an involuntary shiver as I dip lower and lower into the water. Soon only my shoulders and head are peeking out of the spring.“I should have showed up a little sooner,” Victor’s gruff voice fills the air around me and he lets out a little chuckl

Margaret follows me into our bedroom and slams the door behind us. I drop my towel from around my body and it falls on the floor at my feet. I can feel her eyes burning against my back as I pull on my clothes. "How dare you?" She growls in my direction. When I turn to look at her I expect to see her eyes swirling with the color of her wolf's but they are not. Her brown eyes are wide and glistening with tears. Smoothing my skirt with my hands, I don't bother to look her in the eyes while I look for my shoes. "I don't know what you mean," I say sweetly. She takes several steps towards me and lifts my chin so my brown eyes are staring into her own. "You think you can take him from me," Margaret says with a hint of fear in her voice. "But he is mine.""Correction," I say, holding up my finger to stop her rant. "YOU belong to HIM," I emphasize my words as I speak to her. "You will never be anything more than a slave to him. How are you so blind that you cannot see that?"Be

Margaret is shaking as she takes my hand and walks through the door to Alexander's bedroom. I inhale deeply trying to remember the scent that used to hang heavily in the air. The faint scent of vanilla that used to be so alluring to me now makes me feel sick to my stomach. His bedroom is decorated just as I remember. Large dark wood furniture engulfs the space of the bedroom. Dark burgundy blankets and pillows cover the massive four poster bed that is nestled in the center of the room. Curtains of the same color of burgundy hang heavily over the windows, blacking out any light that might shine through them. All in all the room is dark and depressing. I cannot remember what I used to find so enticing about it. Dragging me to the center of the floor, Margaret releases my hand and stands awaiting directions from Alexander. I watch as her blonde hair curtains around her face as she keeps her eyes trained to the ground. Carefully I look from Margaret to Alexander and back to M

I cannot take my eyes off of Victor as he strips off his clothes. His back is turned to me so I admire his muscular back and toned arms. As he pulls down his pants I cannot help the blush that forms on my cheeks at the sight of his tightly firmed ass. The tips of my fingers tingle, begging me to run my fingers over his shoulders and down his back. The familiar pressure begins to build in my core as I think about all of the things that we could be doing together. "Natalia," Victor says as he glances over his shoulder. "Stop thinking whatever you are thinking.""I don't know what you are talking about," I say innocently. Victor turns to face me and I have to focus hard on keeping my eyes on his own. "I can smell your arousal from here," he laughs as he saunters towards me. Once he is a few steps away he snickers as he stares me in the eyes. "You can look at me," he says cockily.I let out a little scoff at his words as I push past him and make my way into the spring. "I was