I couldn’t stop thinking about Hunter. So much so that at one point, I thought I was going to lose my mind. Wherever I looked, I saw him. In the decoration-filled hallways, I imagined seeing him at the end waiting for me. In my room, I imagined opening it and he would already be there. In the dining hall, I imagined him at the table ready to eat with me again. Each time I didn’t see him, I felt a bit of disappointment, and it was then that I realized that I might just be well and truly screwed. I think I’m starting to like Hunter Beowulf a little too much than I expected. I screamed onto my pillow, releasing all my pent up frustrations–some sexual–and just letting it all out in the hopes of it distracting me less. It was weird. Now that I felt less uncomfortable around the castle, I hadn’t been able to see Hunter either. He was too busy, and I hated that he was, though I understood why. Nina had also become less stiff around me, which helped when I asked her what was goin

I’ve seen quite a few wide and open greeneries in my life. Though I was kept inside against my will most of the time, I always managed to sneak out even for a few minutes and I let myself wander around it. The one in the Wildfang Pack, Kylo’s, were mostly tall grasses and big trees scattered around the area. I learned it was because Kage believes it’s better for when there are intruders. Better for hiding and for surprise attacks. Our forest was not as daunting-looking. There were flowers and bushes here and there, but it is still mostly just vast greenery where you can run and run for hours on end. At least, for others, but for me, I was never able to because I was always called by my parents or Heather to serve them. I felt like a prisoner in that place, but now here I was, the Lycan King of Europe standing beside me and we were overlooking probably one of the most beautiful sunsets in the enchanted-like forest of their kingdom. It definitely didn’t feel real, but when I felt H

TW: Violence. Please read with caution. King Hunter Beowulf I didn’t expect for her to bring down her walls and then build them back up even higher this time, but I was determined to find her and let her know that I wasn’t going to go away no matter how high or how strong she makes it. I will always tear down each one. Uncertainty traveled through my veins when I'd been running for quite some time. It was getting darker and darker and I was afraid that she had gotten lost. I needed to find her immediately. I wish she hadn’t gone away so fast and so far, but I understood her sentiments too. I might have pushed her a little too much and a little too early and guilt lingered in me because of it. I know now that I have to be more aware around her, that I needed to make sure she wasn’t having any second thoughts before going for anything. I pushed too far and in turn, she took a few steps back from me. Excalibur lifted his head to the night sky and sucked in a lungful of air,

I knew ‘training’ to become a Queen would take some serious work and it definitely wouldn’t happen overnight, or not even a week, but I definitely did not expect it to be this strenuous – physically, emotionally, and mentally. Carolina tapped the table with her finger, bringing my attention back to her, and she gave me a raised brow as if waiting for me to realize what I’m doing wrong. When I just blink at her for the fifth time, she gives up and lets out a sigh. “Posture, Hailey! Chest out, chin up, and back straight.” Carolina gave me a strict smile and I quickly shook my bones and stiffen my body up. “Not that stiff, Hailey.” She corrects me again and I try not to roll my eyes at all the absurd rules. Shouldn’t a Queen be able to sit and stand however she wants? Wouldn’t they be the ones to have to adjust to her? “A Queen is very well-respected, so much so that they become the ones that are looked up to by almost everyone. This in turn puts you in a very bright spotlight

Hunter is perfect. I’ve tried so hard to deny that for weeks being here with him, telling myself over and over that I didn’t need him, that this was just the bond forcing me to like him, but in the end it was obvious I had just been lying to myself this whole time. I can no longer lie to myself. I love him. I love the way he cares for me, the way he makes an effort to see me and not just the facade I show to others, the way he makes sure I know that I am worth it and that he would do everything to keep reminding me that over and over again. I guess I was just blinded by my own heartbreak, forcing myself to believe that the mate bond was wrong and shouldn’t be trusted, though slowly but surely, Hunter had gone out of his way to make sure I never have to think that way again. He does it by holding me in his arms like this, our bodies pressed against each other, warmth traveling both of us, and the feeling of his soft lips against mine. His hands fell to my hips as he pressed my bod