All Chapters of The Viking's Mate Hunt : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Her head shot out of the water, and she heaved for air as the cold water drenched her hair and clothes. I had to sit down; I laughed so hard I had trouble breathing! But then I had trouble breathing for a totally different reason. The sun colored the sky in a warm orange, yellow, pink, and purple color, and the last sun’s rays made each water drop glimmer as glitter on her body. She stood up, and everything moved in slow motion. Her lips parted as she leaned her head back and pushed both hands over her head, getting rid of the water trickling down her face. Her shirt clung to her body. There wasn’t an inch I didn’t see. Her back arched slightly, and her breast pushed against the thin, wet fabric. My heart was caught in my throat as my eyes drank in her perky breast with greedy hunger. I swallowed as my eyes wandered down over her flat stomach and her waist. I was violently thrown back into the real world as cold water splashed all over me, and I jumped up. Looking down at myself, dri

My eyes fluttered. The bright light burned, and I squeezed them shut, groaning. My breath was heavy, and filling my lounges felt like a struggle. Trying to rub the sleep out of my groggy eyes, I realized how numb my hands were and began to remember. The fireplace, the little shelter, and Fury! Fury and the other wolves! We were attacked! I jerked up and swore like a drunken sailor as my forehead collided with something hard and cold. It’s a lamp! It’s just a lamp! I nearly laughed out loud, but then every fiber in my body was on high alert. There was no lamp in my little shed or in the woods! Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the bright light, and a vast bedroom emerged from my sleepy fog. Sun rays danced in two massive windows, casting shadows on the cream-colored walls. It was such a big room, so light and welcoming at the same time. Someone obviously spent a great deal of time planning this, so why the heck would they place a lamp there? I glared back at the lamp, quite literally hangin

Standing in between the fay king and Myra, I watched as each and every one of the guys stepped forward to greet me. It was an awkward ordeal, smirking, flexing their biceps. One turned around and bounced his ass up and down, while another showed off his ears like they were laced with gold. I was supposed to pick five of them, while the king picked another five. I had no idea whom to choose. No matter what the king or Myra said, I didn’t want any of them. Over half of them were still staring at Myra. Either eating her up with their stare, flirting and showing off to her, or just flat-out ogling her breast, I rolled my eyes and decided just to rip the bandage off. I need to play nice until I have a plan. You can’t risk being locked up somewhere or forcibly married off to some bulky horn dog with pointy ears. “I´ll take the half that’s not eye fucking Myra.” The king choked on whatever he was drinking, and Myra laughed. They all looked at me now. I just crossed my hands over my chest an

“Straighten your back. You have a terrible posture! Draw your breath and hold your stomach.” The old lady's judgment rained over me, and I held my breath, and my nails dug into the back of the chair as she tried to squeeze my organs out with that dreadful corset. I’ve decided to play nice by the rules here, but this old hag is making it hard! “Nobody likes a woman not capable of taking care of herself! Remember, you must show yourself to be delicate, graceful, and beautiful. That’s all you have to do is suck it up! Even for a human, you are poorly maintained!” She whispered the last part, and I gritted my teeth as the corset dug into my ribs. “Be polite, interested, and smile. For goodness’ sake, smile! Not pout like a spoiled little brat!” I gasped for air just as she managed to tie shut the corsage as tight as she wanted it. That inhuman thing made it hard to breathe! It didn’t even do me any favors! I looked like a stuffed sausage! “Why? Why is all this so important? Why shoul

Toke`s POV The old man took charge after that. The alpha in him never subdued, even if he stepped down. He sent my father to reach out to the Fae king. He was to talk to him, figure out what happened and where she was. Not under any circumstances was he to tell Eir was or could be my mate. With a wicked grin and wink, he also reminded him that he no longer had the authority to make any deals, wage war, or anything. Of course, it also has a strict message not to reveal anything about the title switch. Meanwhile, I followed behind him like an obedient little dog over to the old Volva`s tent. Yes, I said tent. I had no idea how old this woman was, but she had always been here and never wanted to switch her little tent for a house or cottage. I remember when we were young puppies, we used to bet on who dared to go closest. The hides that made her tent were dark and aged but still thick and solid. There was always smoke coming out of the top of the tipi-shaped tent, a sweet smell, and we