All Chapters of Mated to Death: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELARA’S P.O.V The familiar voice made my molars grind together, and I did my best to push my wolf down as I stared at the woman from yesterday, the one who had held me down on my hands and knees before the pack when I arrived… the one who had been in my seat next to Lucien at dinner. The flash of a white wrapping around two of her fingers made me pause, my eyebrows pulling together. If she had called for a healer for her broken fingers, she shouldn’t need a wrap anymore. They would have healed her right away. It didn’t make sense for her to wear it still unless she was just trying to get sympathy from the pack, or from Lucien. “Did you find what you were looking for, or would you like another minute to keep snooping through the Alpha’s personal effects?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. I should have expected that she would be able to get past the ward guarding the room, but seeing for myself that she had entered effortlessly was infuriating. It didn’t matter how cl

LUCIEN’S P.O.V. My beast howled with anger, and I vowed to get revenge. First my sister, and now my mate? He was playing a dangerous game, and there would be consequences. “Take Hera to her room. Bring her food and water. I’ll be up shortly.” I ordered, and Max nodded, picking her up. I knew she would be safe with him. I held Elara to my chest, her body trembling in my arms. I wanted vengeance, but first, I needed to know that they were both safe, at least for now. She flinched suddenly, and I watched as her eyes glazed over for a few seconds before she became smaller, curling in on herself, her fists clenching around my shirt. The reaction was all too familiar and set me on edge. “Let’s go,” I demanded, but didn’t give her a chance to respond before I was picking her up into my arms and moving toward my office. It was one of the safest places for her at the moment. He couldn’t reach us in there. The ward guarding it clung to us, sliding over our skin like gel, searchin

LUCIEN’S P.O.V. It had been over a decade since I had last felt fear. Yet, as the wards around my office shattered like glass, Elara’s scream cut through me, sending a cold spike of fear directly down my spine. Black shards fell from the ceiling and shot toward us from the walls, slicing my arms and back. Instinct took control, and despite the pain, I moved, covering Elara’s body with my own as the first shards hit the ground. As they did, they turned to smoke, wisping around angrily, growing larger with each movement until my protection spell had turned as dark and angry as my curse. “Elara,” I said under my breath, needing her to open her eyes and pull her head from my chest. I needed her to be alert and ready for the attack that I could feel coming. Though I knew she could feel it, too. She had known he was here moments before I had. I was about to call to her again, but the air was knocked from my lungs as something slammed into me, sending me back several steps and

ELARA’S P.O.V. It felt wrong to walk away, to leave injured souls in the courtyard when I could help them. But Lucien was right. I was exhausted, barely standing on my own. Lucien’s arm wrapped around my waist, and I felt a surge of energy flow through me at his touch. It was intoxicating, and refreshing. “If the shadows move again, come find me immediately.” He ordered over his shoulder to Hera who nodded, staring after him with confusion. “Lucien,” I whispered as he pulled me back inside. The frost on the walls was almost gone, but I could still feel the presence of the curse within them and it was unsettling. I had been around evil beings before, but they had been nothing like this. Even Lucien didn’t feel this dark, not while he was the one in control anyway. “Don’t,” He snapped, pulling me toward our room, but my eyes widened and I turned to him with anger. “Excuse me… Don’t?” I repeated, taken aback that he had the nerve to get short with me after what had just h

ELARA’S P.O.V.I stirred, moaning slightly as a rush of pleasure shot through me, my core throbbing desperately. The dream I had of our kiss had left me on edge, needing a release. In my dream, he hadn’t just kissed me. He had grabbed my ass and lifted me from the ground, pressing my back against the wall before he ripped my clothes from my body. Even in my dream, I could practically feel it as he rubbed his tip against me, up and down, coating himself in my wetness. As I began to stir, I could still feel him rubbing his hardness against my clit, I could still smell his intoxicating scent, and hear him groaning as we both moved closer to our climax. And then it was gone. I could feel the bed beneath me and the blanket over my body, but I was fully clothed.I could feel Lucien pressed against my back, and his hand in the waistband of my bottoms. I wanted nothing more than to roll over and climb on top of him. If he were willing, I would ride him until the sun came up and neither