EVANGELINE. Zedkiel reaches up and switches the shower off before grabbing a towel and lightly towelling my hair. I look up at him, watching his emotionless face. His face is as sharp and cold as always, and his eyes are hard but… there’s so much more to him than he gives away… I don’t miss the way he rubs my hair tenderly, his fingers brushing the stray strands back before he slowly towels my body dry. He pats the towel lightly over my injuries that are almost gone, somehow, I’m healing fast. He brushes his fingers over them, his eyes flashing red before he moves away. I observe him, and although he hasn’t said anything since I confessed, he doesn’t need to… That kiss he gave me, said far more than words ever could. The way he took care of me… Everything he has done for me, openly, vocally, and silently. They all mean so much more. I step closer, my gaze dipping to the soaking pants that now cling to him and emphasise a certain part of him that makes my stomach flutter. “Are you

ZEDKIEL. I grip her hand as I scan the cave before me, it’s exactly the same as the last time I was here… Its s cold that it’s biting into me, and I can feel her hand getting colder in my hold too. Her body temperature is dropping faster than is humanely possible. The sound of our beating hearts and the water in the lake is all that can be heard down here. We walk across the rocky, jagged ground and for a moment I mull over if we should have taken the bath that is customary before entering this place… Well, too fucking late now. I can feel it, the intense pulsating of power around us as we approach the lake. Do I slice my hand as we do for the ritual? “It’s freezing.” Evangeline says and I look down at her. Her breath is coming out in visible puffs but the fact she is able to stand here and not be affected when people have died trying to enter this place is impressive, but I’m not surprised. She’s more than the average werewolf, which is why it's only royals that can enter… beca

ZEDKIEL. She tastes divine. The feel of her lips against mine is an addiction, something that keeps pulling me for more. Her jealousy only adds to how hot she looks. I like seeing her voice whatever bothers her and even more when it’s her possessiveness of me. Knowing that its her staking her claim satisfies me. I kiss her hard, ravishing her mouth with my tongue as I rip off whatever item of clothing she’s wearing from her perfect body. She gasps when her breasts are free of their confinements. Moving back, I tear her pants off too, appreciating her ass in those tiny panties before they too are gone, leaving her lying there entirely naked, an image of perfection. I grab her breasts, enjoying the feel of her large, firm breasts in my hand, her nipples already hard as she sighs with pleasure. The urge to taste her blood is calling me… It can be pleasurable if she allows me to, even if it is fucking taboo… “Tell me Beautiful… do you trust me?” I ask, breaking away from her lips as I

EVANGELINE. Night has fallen and I feel completely numb. Vienna was a mother to two children. She and Alpha Amar Lendorn had been together for quite a while and suddenly she was dead. They say there was poison on her skin, so whoever did this could have put it on an object, touched her or some other means. The first thing Zedkiel had said was, ‘Thank god, you forfeited, or this would have been pinned on you.’ It’s true… if I had stepped out to spar with her… I would have been blamed. Someone is out there trying to thwart Zed and me from doing well in this tournament. Or worse, they are trying to have us removed, but why? “Drink something.” Lucia urges gently. I’m currently sitting in the Omega’s lounge with her. Kash is watching me whilst Zedkiel is trying to help track down any clues. This time he refused to back down just because he is a contestant. Everyone else was told to return to their quarters after a thorough examination was done that the substance was not on any surfac

EVANGELINE. I lower my barriers, letting all my thoughts and emotions spread through me. I feel the darkness rise, then the stormy havoc that begins to whirl around my head. ‘Then… if I tell you everything, swear me an oath that you will be the one to die… Once the curse is broken, if you manage it, and free me from this prison you put me into, promise me that you will let me live one life… Make me an oath that you will give your life to end this curse!’ To die… to leave Zedkiel… The crippling pain of heartbreak rushes through me, but I know I can’t be selfish. I need to do what is right… ‘You have my word, you won’t die, Evelyn, I will take the fall. I will lift the darkness from your soul, and sacrifice myself to end the curse of the Eternal God. I promise you by Selene and Zed… I will willingly die for you. You deserve to live too.’ Her power surges in my mind. Her cackle of happiness and victory is deafening as it screams so powerfully in my mind. My eyes are closed, but still