Willow POV When we pull up to the cottage, something emerges in the back of my mind. It is like an itch that I am unable to scratch. It is almost as if a memory is trying to surface from the depths of my mind, but it is trapped. As I sit in the car and looked at the cottage, I can't help but feel like I had been here before. It isn't until I see the woman sitting on the front porch with knitting needles in her hands that a memory floods into my mind. I couldn't have been more than four years old. It was before I was sent to live with the Princess. I was sitting on the lap of an old woman with dark hair in a long braid. Her hands overlapped mine as I held a pair of oversized knitting needles in mine. Silently, she showed me how to loop the yarn around the needles to create the stitches. Before I can recall more of the memory, I get a splitting headache. Closing my eyes, I rub my temples roughly until the pain in my head subsides. When I reopen my eyes, I notice Osiris is already out

King Faris POV The phone rings over and over again before it cuts off. Once again, Natacha avoids another phone call from me. I am afraid I will have to visit her shitty apartment in order to hunt her down. I slam the phone down on my desk and turn my attention back to the computer screen in front of me. Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration, I glare at the computer screen. I am running through the City's numbers, and we are short tens of thousands of dollars for the month. Ever since Natacha went missing after our last phone call, we have not been able to intercept Chow shipments from the rogue colony. We cannot secretly make up enough to make up the difference we are missing. Chad is sitting with his feet propped up on my desk with a shit-eating grin on his face. He is tossing cheese puffs in the air and catching them with his mouth. He has no respect for the fact that he is in the presence of the Lycan King, and it makes me miss Ward. Ward was always profession

Willow POV Osiris pulls up to my little cottage, and I see a small light flickering in the window. I let out a sigh of relief. My mother said she would single with a candle if she managed to come alone. Osiris parks the car and opens his door. "Wait," I call out to him. "You can't come." "That wasn't part of the deal," Osiris says as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I am coming inside to protect you." "I don't need protection from my mother," I groan. "How do you know that Faris isn't in there?" Osiris growls. "I just found you. I won't lose you." Osiris walks around the car and opens my door. He is clearly not taking no for an answer. I steady my breaths and prepare myself for my mother to meet my mate. I walk toward my home, and I cannot help but feel a series of different emotions. Knowing that Osiris wants to be by my side, my heart is full, but I am also nervous. I don't know how my mother will react, knowing I am mated to a rogue. Not just any rogue but the Rogue Alpha

Willow POV My fingers twitch nervously on my stomach. I am not sure what I am supposed to do. Of course, I have pleasured myself before, but I have never done it in front of someone before. I don't know what Osiris wants to see. "I don't know..." I begin, but Osiris places his fingers to my lips. "Just do what you would do if you were alone," Osiris smirks. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and let my fingers inch toward my apex. Using two of my fingers, I spread my folds. I dip a finger into my core just enough to get it wet. I then let my finger swirl around my already swollen clit. A soft mewl escapes my lips, and I hear Osiris growl happily. My eyes flutter open, and I see Osiris standing over me with his massive cock in his hands. He is stroking his cock as he watches me play with myself. Seeing his cock in his hands fuels my pleasure, and the pressure between my legs begins to intensify between my legs. "Get on the bed," Osiris instructs me, and I scramble onto the bed

Willow POV The doors slam shut, and I try to hide my shock. I have never been able to do any other magic besides my visions before. This magic feels different. It feels robust and dark. I know that I shouldn't indulge in the darker side of my magic, so I try to push it to the side, but it keeps trying to surface. I look down at my hands, and they are glowing red. It appears that red flames are bursting from my skin. The four men in the office back away from me, but I am too busy looking at my hands. "Willow," Chad yells from behind me. "What the fuck are you doing?" I don't know how to answer. I certainly don't want to tell them I don't know what in the hell is going on. The flames don't seem to be burning my skin, but they sure as hell look intimidating. Spinning around with a smile, I hold my hands to my side. I can see my hands glowing brightly in the reflection of Chad's eyes. "Did you think I would make this easy on you?" I laugh. Chad swallows audibly and ta