جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

*LEONIDAS* Drogo hiss in my mind and control slip past my fingers. I let out a painful howl as I shift, the sound of bones rearranging. Soon I stand on all fours and my vision sharpens. Drogo throws himself against the window, the glass shattering in the process. Glass shards dig through my skin as they rain down at me. He leaps through the window and dive into the forest, tracking her scent. The forest grows denser and there's still no sight of her. We rely on our sharpened senses to see through the thick branches. We prowl for a while before her scent stops. Drogo sniffs through the trunks , taking another route. The scent of something delicious attacks me and Drogo growls, leaping on his hindlegs. ‘What is that? It smells so delicious,’ he growls losing control. ‘Focus, Drogo,’ I chide him but still the scent overwhelms my senses. ‘I can't. It smells to delicious.” I sniff again, this time there's a faint scent of clinging to it. My nose twitches. The unmistakable f

*LEONIDAS* I jolt awake, my head pounding like it's being hit by a sledgehammer. Pain tears through and I wince, sitting upright. “Leo, thank goodness you are awake.” Kieran's voice filters from across the room. My eyes lock with his worried ones. “What happened? ” I croak as he pour me a glass of water, handing it to me. “Your wolf was found unconscious at the borders.” The memories play in my mind, the bloodsuckers and that girl. Drogo doesn't stir in my mind as usual but I can feel his presence. His sadness spread across my chest. He blames himself for not protecting his mate. “Why did you leave without any of the guards?” Kieran asks, his eyes boring into mine. Before I can answer, the door slams open with the hinges almost flying out. Lyra stands in the doorway—red-faced, furious, breathless—and Dorian hovers behind her. “Dorian,” Kieran snaps.“I told you not to let her in.” Dorian winces, shoulders tightening. “She pushed past me,” he mutters. “You know how

*LEONIDAS* Their faces go pale and Lyra looks like she'll drop dead, anytime soon. “H-How is that possible? How did she get to the forest?” I sigh, inhaling as I go ahead and explain what happened from the Octavia's saga. Their mouths slacken. Dorian whistles. “That's a lot. They'll be careful not to leave a single trail.” Suddenly, an excruciating pain radiates from my neck and a strange emotion, fear spread across my chest. Like the last time, this isn't mine. Drogo howls his pain as he feels the bond growing weak. “Leo, what's wrong?” I gasp, my breath falling in short pants. “I can feel her pain,” I manage to croak out as another spasm hit me. “It's the bond. She's still connected to you,” Eira explains. Drogo that has been silent since I woke up finally speaks. 'Someone is tampering with our mark.' I feel it too. The pain of something snapping. A sudden urge to save her overwhelms me. “Your bond is strong. You can feel her pain even when she's far away from the bo

*FREYA* Just like the maids we met earlier, white patches are around their necks and their movements fall in sync, almost robotic. A new maid emerges and drops a tray in front of the king. My gaze unconsciously drifts to its content and the food almost comes up in my throat to say hello. The tray has several bags of suspicious red liquid My back straightened unconsciously in the chair, my heart racing. I need to get out of here. Fast. “So many emotions on your face and yet, I still can't read your mind.” His words rattle me. Does he mean he can read minds? What If he knows I hid a fork under my dress? Oh heavens, I'm screwed. He turns my chair toward him so I am facing him. His red eyes grow darker if there's anything like it, sending chills down my spine. “Can-can I ask a question?” I whisper, fiddling with my fingers. He tilts my head for my eyes to meet his. “Of course, my queen.” I hesitate. “You said my mother kept me away from you. Why is that?” Silence fal

*FREYA* Loud cheers and music drums from above, vibrating through the walls. The girls all share the same lifeless look and collars wrapped around their necks. My stomach plummets as I recognize some of the girls from the brothel. Bite marks on their arms and necks. What exactly is this show that the girls aren't heard of again? The girl in the cage in front lays unconscious in her own vomit. She was just brought her just like me but resisted and they had slammed her head against the cage. We hear footsteps and clinking of keys. All the girls whimper, shrinking back in fear. A new face appears scanning through the cages one by one, stopping briefly to examine the girls. His boots stop in front of my cage and when my eyes meet his, his tongue drags over his lips. “You are the bloodhost, huh?” he drawls. “The scent of your blood is so strong and I'm about to lose my shit. I can't wait to finally have a taste.” Bile rises in my throat and I turn my head away, forcing