Bernice POVThe knife cuts through the air straight towards me. I struggle in my bonds, twisting enough so that the knife plunges into my shoulder instead of my chest. Pain explodes in my body and I clamp my mouth shut against a scream – I will not show weakness.There’s a snarl from the doorway – I turn my head and see Landry, standing tall and imposing, shoulders back and hands in fists, eyes narrowed at the assassin. His eyes betray how close his wolf is to the surface. He looks nearly dangerous.As the assassin draws back to try and stab me again, I catch her scent. It’s definitely a female, and there’s a familiar edge to her smell, one I remember smelling just hours ago.It’s not the natural scent of the killer, as assassins always mask their natural scent, to hide who they are. But the scents are sweet and floral, very girly and innocent, and I realize I have smelled them before.On Jessie! The assassin carrie’s Jessie’s scent with them, they must have been around Jessie just re

Bernice POV I suppose I should have expected this question. I have changed to and from my forms enough times in front of Landry that it’s only natural he is curious, and he truly has helped me. He could have cast me out, he could have handed me over to rogue wolves to be raped and killed, but he has helped me and cared for me. He deserves to know. “I was born out of wedlock.” Landry blinks but nods, indicating I should continue. I take a deep breath to steady myself. This story is difficult, and it’s one I have told absolutely no one before in my whole life. “My father had me with my mother, an unbonded Omega. Although I have the royal white fur, I am an Omega, and therefore useless to my father. He had other children, Alpha children, but most died in battle. The only survivor is too young to be Alpha of the pack, and my father is too old. “So, he and my stepmother told me that for the good of the pack, I should take this special medica

Landry POVLandry is shocked when Bernice says yes. She has always fought him when he’s tried to fuck her, which is why he’s only ever used his fingers. His cock twitches in interest, wanting to plunge into her, to fuck her hard and spill his seed deep in her, but he manages to ignore it for a moment.“Do you really wish me to fuck you Bernice?” he asks, He needs to make sure he really wants it. He cares too much for her to do otherwise. “I respect your wishes. I can keep my fingers, I don’t have to—““Landry…” Bernice interrupts weakly, squirming under him. Her wetness soaks into the sheets and pure want shoots through Landry. She is so beautiful, flushed from heat, long blonde hair mussed on the follow, sheets tangled up around her, thighs shiny from her juices.“Yes, Bernice.”“I want you…your cock…please…come on…”As if to punctuate her words, her long, elegant fingers find his rock hard cock and squeeze it weakly, making his wolf howl in delight.“Come on!” it snarls inside Landr

Bernice POV “Forget all that.” Landry’s voice comes out as a growl and he launches himself at me. The paperwork goes flying as he lays me down across his huge desk, hiking my shirt and long skirt up, so my soft panties are exposed, as well as my full breasts. My nipples are hard with excitement and I gasp as he fondles them, pinching them between his fingers and leaning down to copy the motion with his teeth. I moan and arch my back as he continues the movement, moving to bite across my chest, leaving brilliant bruises as he goes. “This isn’t – oh! – exactly what I had in mind!” I gasp out. It’s not – I’m supposed to help with paperwork, especially since he’s supposed to meet with the prince shortly. But as he keeps biting me, drawing reluctant moans out of me, I feel his hardness press against my thigh and realize this is what he wants “I suppose I should return the favor…” I think, and when he kisses me, I kiss back. I close my eyes and allow myself to en

Landry POV Landry looks up from his conversation about painting the palace walls just in time to see Bernice take a deep inhale of the most dangerous flower ever. “Shit!” He shouts, racing over. His eyes scan the area, looking for detoxifying berries. This flower is known as an intense aphrodisiac, sending whoever smells it into deep and sometimes incurable lust. Not only would that hurt a normal person, Bernice is already ill, and Landry doesn’t even want to think about how that could hurt her. “No!” he shouts, pushing the flower from her hand. Her eyes are already glazed and she reaches out for him. He steps away just enough to grab the berries he’d spotted but she catches up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Landry can’t help but kiss back, he’s always been powerless against Bernice’s kisses. Even under the influence of the dangerous flower, her lips are addictive, and her kisses are intense. Their tongues clash, an