Maximus leaves so quickly that nothing is left to be said. As I make my way down to the cells of the cabin where we keep our prisoners my anger spikes. After everything that we have been through today and shared, she just rejected my touch. She said nothing as I held her hand on our journey or guided her with a well place palm on her lower back. As soon as we got in front of someone though she didn’t want me touching her.Maximus already knows that we are mates. The actions that she showed just don’t make sense. The conversation that I had with Maximus before I gave him instructions keeps playing in my head as I decipher our words to see where I made a mistake. I slow my steps before I get to his cell. With a few deep breaths I clear my head so that I can deal with him. So, far he has found a way to get under the skin of everyone that has tortured him. I hate to even admit that he got undermine a time or two. The bastard just knows entirely too much. Even things that he shouldn’t kno

I sit on the couch waiting patiently as he cleans up the class that I broke. I was so startled when he appeared in front of me that I almost screamed. He picked me up so fast that I could do nothing but hold onto the broadness of his shoulders as he carried me to the couch. When he release me I had to cross my legs at the tingling sensation that I got when he took all of my wait. He cleans up the mess in record time and comes back over to me. I watch his face and see his lips about to move when suddenly his entire body freezes. His eyes change to slits as they darken and his dragon eyes come forth. I follow his gaze as he stares at me and see that he is looking at my legs. When I recall what I am wearing my entire body blushes as I curse myself. I was just coming down to grab a quick drink before heading off to bed and forgot to put on the robe. My legs lay there completely bared to his gaze as I hear him swallow. Moving quickly I grab the pillow from the other end of the couch and t

My eyes feel like sandpaper when I blink them open. Pain ricochets in my chest as a shuddering breath leaves my lips. Even though the sun is shining the day feels dull. Looking around the room I freeze. The golden colors around the room do not belong to me. Lifting my head from the warm hard surface I am laying on my eyes land on Xander’s face. His eyes are closed and the even rhythm of his breathing lets me know that he is sleeping.When my gaze travels down I quickly snatch my leg off of him. Why am I in his room? The thought of how we slept causes me to blush profusely. My body is cradled to his side. I can feel the muscles of his arm under my neck and I know that I used it as a pillow. My leg had decided to escape the confines of the robe I wear and was thrown across his thick waist. The memory of it causes me to shiver. At my shiver, his arm wraps tighter around me and a soft groan leaves his chest as his eyes flutter open. Inside I start to panic at what he will say. Before t

Before I have even made the conscious decision to do it I find myself outside. My feet seem to have their own destination in mind as I let them lead me through the cabins here. The designs of them fill me with awe. It looks like every one differs from the other. If I had to guess I would say that each person designed the home they wanted. When I round the next bend my feet stop.A blur runs past me and into the trees. I get a brief flash of Emily’s face as she looks at me in near fright. Unknown to what caused this reaction I chase after her through the trees. The way she moves has me out of breath within moments. When I do finally catch up to her she is kneeling next to a tree. She crouches as she holds her stomach and groans leave her mouth.“Emily, are you okay? Why are you running?” I have to question her because that can’t be a good thing to do in her condition. Especially not as far long as she looks. I step closer to her when she doesn’t answer me and go to place a hand on he

The food on my plate is amazing. It really is hands down the best fried chicken that I have ever had. Knowing that I am trying his favorite food sends butterflies through my stomach for some reason. It’s like we secretly share something. To say that the dinner is awkward would be an understatement. There have been long moments of silence with no one saying anything as we all eat. My gaze keeps flying to him to see what he is doing but he almost seems distracted. Every other time that I have been with him he seems to be so well put together. If I had to guess, I would say that his parents don’t know about me yet. Well, if I am so important to him as he says, then why not tell them. The thought puts a sour taste in my mouth and I can no longer enjoy the delicious food. When his mother suggest that I can look forward to becoming his mate it’s almost like something in me snaps. “Who’s to say that I even want a mate. Not everyone needs love to go about their daily life” I say rudely.