Kiara's POV. My stomach tightened with hunger pangs but I ignored it. The thought of going downstairs was too embarrassing and humiliating. It had been a day since King Damien had tossed me inside the bathtub like I was an errant animal to be handled.My initial anger and thirst for vengeance had now faded to embarrassment especially when Kaylan had come knocking to see me and I couldn't fit the life of me get myself to stand up and open the door. I thought of the kiss and how dead I had felt during it only coming alive when I thought of King Damien. No. There was no way I could let myself do something like that again with Kaylan. I knew that wasn't the only reason he came here. With the way King Damien dragged me out he would have been worried for my safety but letting him into my rooms when I knew we didn't feel the same way about each other would be wrong. My stomach rumbled again and I twisted. Maybe I should head downstairs. But the thought of seeing King Daimen again befor

Kiara's POVWhen I woke up, Damien was seated on a chair next to my bedside. He was asleep. I was alive. I was alive. How? I could not believe that I had been saved by King Damien.An attempt to straighten up revealed I was far from fully healed. Wincing through the pain, I sat up. My side felt tight and dull pain tore through my leg. I recalled the hopelessness of the fight. How certain I had been of sure death. King Damien had saved me. Again. It would seem like he wasn't the villain that I always made him out to be. He even went a step further by staying here waiting for me to wake up when he could have gone to his bedroom to rest. He was a good person.I recalled the Bait situation and the way he manhandled Kaylan for touching me. Okay so maybe he wasn't a completely good person but I owed him my life. More than once now. He looked so hot even while he was asleep in a torn shirt that had numerous blood stains. My blood I realized. His dark hair fell over his face covering

Kiara's POVIf I had known the answer to that question, my life would be way simpler and filled with less theatrics. And way fewer kisses and almost kisses that messed with me. "Nothing." I said casually. A little bit too casually. "Nothing?" Kaylan deadpanned. "Yes, nothing." I folded my arms. "Why do you sound so disbelieving? The only relationship between us is that of a captor and his captive."I thought of the kiss Damien and I had literally just shared. That label was no longer strictly true but I didn't know how to define the truth anymore.Kayla didn't seem to buy my explanation. Damn him. I just wanted to have one minute without thinking or talking about Damien. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently, it was because Kaylan continued speaking. "I have never seen him act so possessive with anyone. Captive or not.""Does he usually have many captives that stay in the main palace?" I asked intentionally obtusely. "No… but it… never mind." Kaylan swallowed. "So if you aren'

Kiara's POVI arrived in front of the palace feeling uncertain yet eager. I didn't know what I was going to say to King Damien. I began to pace, my heart racing. What was I going to say or do? Maybe I could start by saying…"Hi so by the way I think I just realized that I am insanely attracted to you and I don't know what to do."Or maybe I could say"Damien, you were right. I can't get you out of my head. I hope you feel the same way because I'm not sure I can continue like this."No, that was too tacky. Aha. Better yet I could say…"Damien. Fuck me."Okay, maybe not that last one. It was too forward and presumptuous. I couldn't imagine even saying that to him… at least not right away. I think. Now where could I find him? He would probably be in his office doing kingly duties that didn't involve stalking me. Well, I was going to interrupt that. I walked towards the staircase only to hear a crash from the dining table and a loud female moan that sounded suspiciously like Keturah.

BLACK WOLF PACKDorian's POVMy life was hell. It had been held from the moment I had stubbornly rejected Kiara to mate with someone I didn't even know. It had been a rough couple of months. Ashly 'my mate' was lazy, spoiled and extremely selfish.She acted well enough in front of my parents and the council members so much so that they wouldn't believe that this wasn't her true nature. I refused to touch her after discovering that she had used whiteshades to deceive me into mating with her so she took it out on our staff. Any female servant that so much as looked at me was suddenly found guilty of theft, and betrayal and promptly executed or cast out. I hadn't noticed until all my female attendants requested to be swapped out for males. I confronted her about it and she wasn't even a little bit remorseful. "Dorian, what else can I do?" She had stared up at me blinking her innocent-looking green eyes at me. "You don't even look at me. I need to get your attention somehow."I cou