ArtemisiaTurning around, I stare at Fynn agape as I take a step back. “What the fuck?! Fynn, how did you get in here?” “Ah, those stupid locks.” He groans, shaking his head. “As if they could stop me.” I know that I will just entice him when I turn my back to him to walk away, but I can’t seem to keep my curiosity back. “You have a three-day penalty,” I shout back at him, freezing in front of my fully locked and secured door. Shit! Fynn has his arms wrapped around me in the blink of an eye, pulling me to his front. “I’m not playing that game.” He growls, his lips pressed against my ear. “You are my fucking mate. As if he could tell me what to do.” My heart skips a beat as I feel him bite into my earlobe, making me mewl softly. “No, but you are going to listen to me, right? Let me go!” “Nice try, princess.” He chuckles, making my blood freeze in my veins. “But there is something we have to discuss.” I squeal as he turns me around, picking me up into his arms. Clenching my tow

Artemisia “How is it?” Matthew asks me with big eyes. Gulping down the bite I just took off my sweet crepes, I smile happily. “It tastes delicious. But I never eat with so many eyes on me.” “Glad you like it. And yeah, sorry about that. But they will stop staring as soon as they have gotten used to you.” He wipes his mouth with his napkin, throwing it back onto the table. He had driven me into the heart of the pack, and I guess you could call it the town center. There are small cute shops for everything that one needs or a heart could desire. They are distributed along beautiful cobblestone paths that are adorned with colorful flowers. What I love the most is that all of those colorful paths lead to the town square with a big fountain. The fountain is decorated with several statues of wolves and warriors, and on top of it, there are three pups, carved out of marble, that are playing with each other. It was a strange feeling to walk along the narrow streets with Matthew hold

MatthewKeeping my head low, I try to avoid Cayden’s gaze while I dig in. It might be my guilty conscience, but I feel like he is suspecting something. But even if we made the deal that we would be open about anything that might happen, I am set on keeping the last occurrences with Artemisia my dirty little secret. He isn’t stupid though, and he must have asked himself why I would come to dinner freshly showered if I didn’t train. “Matty!” Logan’s shouting reaches my ear before I feel the slap on my head. I growl as my head jerks forward lightly, but I don’t say anything or react as he sits down next to me. As the youngest of us three, I’m certainly no match for him. I close my eyes, letting the picture of Missy materialize in front of my inner eye. This way, I can successfully calm myself and my wolf down and can ignore the badgering. My guts churn as he takes his plate flirtatiously talking to the Omega that is serving the food to him. She blushes at the pet names he calls

Artemisia Ignoring her, I jump down the cold stairs, cursing myself for not having put on any socks. Still pondering over how stupid I have been to just sprint off in the first place, I’m shocked as I stand in front of a mountain of a man. “Oh, hello.” “My lady,” he bows, making the big keychain he is wearing on his hips tingle. I chuckle, happy about the fact that he seems to be nicer than the Omegas. “Missy.” He flashes me his pearly canines, as he steps forward, holding out his hand. “Ashton. I’m one of the guards.” “And a lousy one at best.” I hear Fynn shout as I take Ashton’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Ashton.” “So, I should send her right back up, then.” Ashton laughs at his remark, shaking his head as he adds in a whisper. “He is cranky but will be happy to see you.” “Thank you,” I whisper back, as I walk around him, entering the big hall with the cells. To my surprise, a few inmates are sitting there, which I didn’t notice the last time I was here. As I get s

Artemisia  I wake up feeling more sore than I ever felt. But how good it feels. The ‘just another round’ ended up being another three rounds. And even if I didn’t get them to fuck me like I begged them to, I couldn’t fall asleep feeling more satisfied. At least I managed to convince them to get off on me. Them covering me in their cum was as exciting as it was new to me. I chuckle to myself as I remember Riccardo being a total lame duck in bed, and just a few days ago, there I was, thinking he was the best I would ever get. Mate bonds, what a scam.