Accept her

Damien POV:My body swayed from where I was sitting, the wine was sweet and the other priestesses danced around the sensual flames that caused beads of sweat to drip down my neck. I brought my cup to my lips again, my eyes fixed to the copper skinned dancer, her body looked like it belonged to the flames. "Damien," said Dahlia sitting down next to me, I turned regrettably to face my sister, peeling my eyes away from the temptress before me. "What's up?" I said, trying to act casual, "we need to return to our own pack." I noticed her fingers fidgeting slightly with her white dress. "Why?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused on her. "It's the pack, it's in trouble. Dimitri," she took a deep breath and grabbed my cup before taking a deep drink, her cheeks and neck blushing. "I assume this is probably your first time drinking." She smiled sheepishly, "anyway, what were you saying?" I prompted, and she nodded, "Dimitri is going to destroy the pack." She sat my cup down, and I swallowed, my ey

Sacrificial mates

Damien POV: I watched her smile, her hair braided and slung over her right shoulder to display the crescent moon mark that had formed from our mating ritual. Other priestesses offered her blessings and hugs with tears in their eyes. It was clear she was beloved, but I couldn't accept what had happened. Her eyes dragged to mine with that love struck smile pasted on her face, but her eyes shadowed as she looked at me. My wolf howled in pain sensing the tension between us and I turned to busy myself with the packs, letting my mind wander back to last night. "He will accept me, we will accept each other." Her words were confident and straightforward— no arguing. She walked towards me with the grace of a predator and stared into my eyes. Her own soft dark eyes mirrored something else, maybe my own dark feelings as she moved her hair to the side revealing her unmarked skin. "I accept you." She said, her words straight forward and my wolf took over as the bond tightened like a physical b

Violated

Olivia POV: My eyes opened and I remembered everything. And more importantly, I realized everything, what the pain was, why my wolf died, everything. Silent tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I stared at the ceiling, my jaw clenched, refusing to allow myself to crash to the ground screaming and crying. This is it. Mated, unmated, wolf, vampire, murderer and alone. I stared at the white ceiling, trying to focus on the tiny lines engraved for design purposes. "You're awake," came a voice and I rolled away from him, brushing my face into the pillow to hide my tears, "what do you want?" I asked, refusing to look at him. "I just came to check in on you, your last three meals have been returned to the kitchen and you were given sanctuary and so I have to—" I cut him off, "leave Elouan," I said, and he went quiet, "I know you are still there." I didn't want to look at the third man that had entered my life and turned it upside down. "There's a dance tonight," he said, his voice so

The dance

Olivia POV: I followed the brooding Elouan into a hall filled with music and candle light. People were dancing together in a movement that flowed like a wave riding the notes of the instruments. I stared at Elouan's shirt, the coarse material I could almost feel, that tempted me to rub the material between my thumb and forefinger. "Would you like something to drink?" He turned to me, catching me off guard, I nodded my head silently and he left my side. I stood anxiously, feeling within and without of the crowd; easy to blend it and yet I still felt out of place. I closed my eyes and pressed my back against the cool slate wall, focusing on the physical feeling of the cold biting into my skin. "Your drink," he said and I opened my eyes to stare in his dark orbs, I reached for the glass, our fingers brushing and he shivered. "That was quick," I said taking the glass from him and bringing it to my lips. He said nothing, and stood beside me, the coarse material of his shirt brushing agai

comfort

Damien POV: For three days, I had received side eye glances from Dahlia and not a peep from Arla. It was the same routine every time we stopped to make camp. Dahlia would set up camp, I would check the perimeter and Arla would ward the perimeter. I have no idea if her praying worked, but we didn't encounter any threats to prove otherwise. For three days we took turns taking watch and Arla said nothing to me, maybe she decided that it would be better to not speak at all? I don't know, I never understand her anyway and to try and get into her head would just be a migraine. "It's my watch," she said, her voice cutting through my thoughts like a blade against a whet stone. I cleared my throat, trying to swallow the dryness before I had to speak. "Yeah, uhm—" I stood up and stretched my arms over my head as I pulled at the tightness in my back. "Just get some rest, tomorrow we arrive at your pack." A pang of guilt struck my gut and my mouth went dry, "yes, the pack. Are we going to talk

God killer

Olivia POV: We made our way to the front lines of the defense where the blade had already injured two bear shifters. Their blood soaked and crusted into the ice like something out of Grimm's fairy tales. "Stop!" I exclaimed and the blade whirred to me, sang its sweet song and pointed towards me with a vibration that shivered down my spine. I tentatively reached out my hand and the blade flew, it was like time had frozen and slowed as the falling snow stopped momentarily like dust particles caught under a ray of light. It snapped into my hand and I gripped it, allowing its poison to seep into me. "Olivia," that was my name but it sounded so far away, whereas the blade sang and whispered to me for more blood, more, more, more... "Olivia!" Snapped Elouan's voice bringing me out of my stupor. His nails were digging into my arms, "what?" I asked, the tip of my nose pink from the cold. "You were frozen," he said, his voice quiet in a way that I couldn't pinpoint. "I'm not now," I said