You and Nicholas have a special bond, and I can’t wait to see how far I can bend it. I didn’t understand Julian at first. Nicholas and I hadn’t been a couple in three years. Whatever bond we had was assuredly broken by now. The plans Julian had for us would make no difference anymore. But then I

When Nicholas said my name, I stopped where I stood and internally cursed. I was so close to my door. As far as I could tell, I had two options: apologize for having overheard or deny, deny, deny. I swiveled on my heel, facing him. “Your Royal Highness! I was looking for you.” His brow lowered

“Nicholas.” I was dreaming. I must have been close to waking up to be so lucid. I stood in my old room at the Academy. Nicholas had his back to me, his hand on the door handle. A familiar curl of dread was growing in my stomach. A dull, physical ache rested behind my ribs. This was the moment

His mouth near the microphone, Nicholas paused a moment as if thinking. Then he spoke. “Miss Piper was chosen by the ceremony, and the royal family will honor that choice.” He continued, “One of the many crises we face as a people is a low birthrate among werewolves. Any mother, especially one r

Nicholas and I continued to stare at each other, neither of us saying a word. We both glanced down at the empty chair and back at each other again. Every other spot at the table was filled. Unless Nicholas were to excuse himself, he would have to sit here to eat. But to leave in the middle of his