All Chapters of Pandora: Hunted by the Two Alphas She Abandoned: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The two men I had marked as mine had signed the order for my death.Asterion's blood seal gleamed beside Faolan's at the bottom of the parchment. I would have recognized them even in darkness.My servants.My mates.The only two men I had ever trusted to stand behind me with weapons in their hands.By sunset, they intended to turn those weapons against me. I read it once. Then twice. By the third time, the words remained unchanged.At the third war horn, the northern formation would withdraw. I would be left alone beneath the eastern ridge, where Scarlet Raven's assassins would finish what the enemy army could not. Upon my death, Asterion and Faolan would be recognized as the joint Alphas of the Crescent Ice Pack.The reward for their obedience.My throne.I pressed my thumb over the two dark-red seals. The bonds tied to the mating marks I had placed upon them warmed beneath my skin, answering the blood used to create them.Genuine.Father's voice returned from the grave. "Even the mo

I had imagined this reunion a thousand times. In every version, I escaped before Asterion or Faolan could touch me. In none of them was I poisoned, barefoot, and standing on an auction block while they bid for my contract."Twenty thousand gold crowns," the arena master repeated, his voice trembling with excitement. "Do I hear twenty-one?"No one answered.The buyers who had been fighting over me moments ago suddenly found the floor fascinating. Even the guards beside me lowered their gazes.Five years had transformed my puppies into men other wolves feared.Asterion remained motionless inside the right balcony. He wore his authority as naturally as he had once worn the collar Father fastened around his throat. Only the hand gripping the railing betrayed him. His knuckles had turned white.Faolan made no effort to conceal his anger. His smile remained, but his amber eyes looked like burning glass.The mating bonds stretched between us.Relief struck me first. Then grief.Then, a poss

My father had been dead for five years, yet his handwriting still knew how to command me. "Keep reading."The words seemed to whisper from the page even though neither Asterion nor Faolan spoke.I lowered myself into the chair beside the table because my legs no longer trusted me. The diary lay open beneath my hands, its leather cracked where Father's fingers had bent it night after night.His scent had vanished from it.I wished his voice had vanished just as completely.The first entry beneath my deity name had been written twenty-seven years ago.'Lunaria came to me beneath a silver eclipse. She named our daughter Pandora so the child might walk among mortals. Before dawn, she whispered another name over her cradle. It was Polycaste, the Ninth Daughter, born with dominion over war.'I frowned. "He already told me this."Not everything. Father had revealed that Lunaria was the name of the Moon Goddess, and my mother, and that he was one of the Moon Goddess's mates. He had told me I

Asterion kissed me as though he could punish death for keeping me from him. The careful control he had maintained shattered beneath my hands. His fingers tightened around my waist, drawing me closer until the heat of his body pressed through the thin fabric of my nightdress.Faolan remained behind me. He did not trap me, but his hands settled on my hips while his mouth brushed the back of my shoulder. The contact sent another wave of heat through the bonds.My wolf welcomed both of theirs.For several moments, I forgot Raiden's diary on the floor. I forgot Ragriel, the Celestial Realm, and the mother who might have abandoned me. There was only Asterion's mouth against mine and Faolan's warmth at my back.I curled my fingers into Asterion's hair and kissed him harder. He answered with a low sound that traveled through my chest. Then, he stopped.Asterion tore his mouth from mine so abruptly that anger cut through the haze clouding my thoughts."What?" I questioned.His palm covered my

The first sign that something was wrong with my escape was the unlocked door. I stood in front of it before dawn, one hand resting on the latch.The healer had examined me the previous evening and declared the wolfsbane nearly gone from my body. My fever had not returned, my wounds were closing, and my wolf was strong enough to shift again.She advised me to wait another day before attempting anything strenuous.I had never been talented at following advice.For two days, I had eaten everything Asterion and Faolan placed in front of me. I had slept whenever they ordered me to rest and swallowed every bitter medicine without complaint. While they mistook obedience for recovery, I counted footsteps beyond the door, studied the guards' routines, and memorized the northern route.Everything was ready. So why was the door unlocked? I eased it open.The corridor was empty. No Crescent Ice guards stood at either staircase. No voices drifted from the lower floor. Even the lanterns had been di