Alari's povDamien left for about 30 minutes to discuss pack business with Lucien after breakfast, instructing us to be ready to hit the road by the time he returned. I spent the time away from him listening to Pearl gush about Mason, loving the smile on her face and love in her eyes as she spoke. “Urg Lari he's perfect, and so gentle and just aaaaaah” she squealed, making me burst out in laughter. The door to Pearl's room burst open and Mason rushed in, looking worried. “I heard a scream, what's wrong?!” He asked, rushing over to the bed where we sat and took her face into his hands. “Are you hurt?” He asked and my heart melted at how tender he was. “No silly, we're okay” Pearl giggled, her smile so wide I worried she would have wrinkles. “Oh okay” he said, kissing her cheek. “I'm sorry for intruding my Queen” he bowed to me and I just waved it off. “The King sent me, it's time to go”

Alari's povMy breathing was heavy, tiny shivers running down my spine to where Damien and I were intimately connected. I could feel sweat rolling off of our bodies and into the blankets, the aftershocks of my orgasm dying down. “I love you so much” I linked him, knowing my voice was too hoarse to speak, not that I had the energy. “I love you so much” he repeated, making my already speeding heart skip a beat. He pulled out of me, drawing a moan from my chest and plopped beside me, his hand playing with my hair as he heaved. I rolled onto my stomach, squeezing myself at his side and looked at him. He turned his gaze from the ceiling to meet mine, smiling lovingly at me. “Now that you've given me a taste of you, the Goddess will have to rip me off of you” he said and I laughed, playfully slapping his arm. But if we were being honest, I'd hate the Goddess for ripping him off of me. This was a pleas

Alari's povEight days… Sounds like a lot but believe me it's not! It felt more like eight seconds than days. “Again?” Pearl whined, throwing herself backward on the bed. “Please” I gave her my best puppy eyes and she just rolled her eyes. “It's not even the same, according to the King, it's a lot worse. Why are you doing this to yourself? To me?!” she asked, raising her head to look at me. Pearl and I had been hiding in her room, okay, it wasn't really hiding because Damien could find me, it was more like, holding Pearl hostage in her room, and forcing her to describe her shift. Over and over.It was finally my twentieth birthday and of course, the day of my long awaited shift. It was exciting at first, knowing I'd finally get my beast like other shifters but now, I was terrified.This was something I knew would change me completely, and I wasn't sure I was ready for such a big change. I could feel it already, the tingling beneath my skin, the cold at the tip of my fingers. I c

Alari's povHumming, I could hear a sweet voice humming into my ear, and it was familiar, like I'd heard it before. And it was warm, and loving, and soothing and I just wanted to keep my eyes closed and listen. A soft hand brushed against my hair, it's touch warm, pulling a soft moan from my lips. “I see you're enjoying my touch” a smooth, almost musical voice said, breaking me from my serenity.My eyes shot open when I couldn't place the voice, curious to know who it was. I realised I was laying down on the woman's lap, her hand still gently brushing against my hair. I sat up and realised I wasn't in bed with Damien, I don't think I was even on pack grounds. Shit shit shit! Where am I? What is this place?White, was all I could see for as far as my eyes could look. Oh Goddess, was I taken? Am I going to die? Damien! Where is Damien?!“Calm down before you blow a vein” the woman, who I was still yet to look at, laughed. I shot up to my feet, feeling snow beneath my bare toes.

Alari's povI woke up first this time and took the opportunity to drown my senses with the sight and smell of my mate. Just like my own scent, his was now infused with mine; and how salivating it was. The mark on his neck was something I prided myself in. Knowing he would carry my initials on his neck for the rest of his life and everyone would know he was mine made my chest fill up with pride. “All mine” I whispered, tracing the mark with my fingers. “Mmmh” he moan, a smile etching across his thick, luscious lips. His eyes fluttered open and I was met with gorgeous brown orbs that never failed to entrance me. The specs of gold in them a lot more prominent now, making his eyes look a lot more honey than brown. “Good morning baby” he murmured, his voice thick and husky from sleep. “Good morning” I smiled, running my hand down his hand. He snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me closer, resting his head on the space between my neck and shoulders, breathing in my scent. “A