All Chapters of Pandora: Hunted by the Two Alphas She Abandoned: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I read the same sentence five times before admitting that Faolan's stare had become more distracting than Father's lies. I kept my gaze fixed upon the diary before I spoke. "You cannot even pretend to hide your excitement, Faolan."His mouth curved. "You always knew what I wanted, little tyrant.""You were never subtle.""I never needed to be with you."I turned another page. "Wanting something does not mean you will receive it.""No." His amber eyes lowered toward my nightdress. "But you haven't ordered us to leave."Heat entered through the bond. Faolan made no attempt to approach the bed. He remained in the chair with his legs stretched before him, watching me as though patience were another weapon he had learned to use during my absence.The bath chamber door opened. Asterion emerged wearing nothing but black trousers. Water still clung to his shoulders and traveled over the hard planes of his chest. His dark hair was wet, falling across the cold blue eyes that immediately found m

Another jolt of pure ecstasy shot through me as Asterion's mouth sealed around my clit, sucking with a relentless pressure that stole the breath from my lungs. I hadn't gotten a chance to recover, to process the overwhelming pleasure, before he shifted. In a display of effortless strength, he lifted me slightly, adjusting my hips, and then I felt the blunt, thick head of his cock pressing against my wet entrance. With a single, decisive thrust, he was inside me, stretching me, filling a void that had ached for five long years. A sharp gasp tore from my throat. "Pandora," he growled, the sound a vibration against my skin. "So wet for us." Then, he began to fuck me with a brutal, unforgiving rhythm, no mercy, no gentleness, only a raw, primal claiming that obliterated every thought in my head.My mouth formed a silent 'O' as he drove into me again and again, each thrust a punishment and a promise. Just as I was certain I would shatter into a million pieces, he changed the tempo, pull

Asterion had prepared a battle plan for our first date.I discovered this when I entered the sitting room and found him waiting beside the table in a black coat, holding a neatly folded piece of paper.Faolan stood near the window in a dark blue tunic, attempting unsuccessfully to hide his amusement.I stopped in the doorway. "What is that?""Our schedule," Asterion answered."You made a schedule for courting me?""Preparation prevents failure."Faolan leaned toward me. "He consulted three courtship manuals."Asterion's cold gaze shifted toward him. "You questioned half the inn.""Unlike your books, the innkeeper's wife has actually been married.""Twice.""Then, she has twice the experience."I considered returning to bed. My body had recovered enough that I could walk without assistance, although a dull ache remained whenever I moved too quickly. Neither man had commented upon it that morning. Their bonds, however, followed every step I took with such vigilant attention that prete

A ruler's face was the first weapon Father taught me to wield.No fear. No uncertainty. No emotion an enemy could turn against me.I wore that face when the carriage entered the heart of Crescent Ice and found half the pack waiting.There were no banners or bells. Asterion had sent no announcement ahead of us. That had not stopped wolves from abandoning their homes and crowding both sides of the road after the pack bond revealed my return.The carriage slowed. Through the window, I watched disbelief pass from one familiar face to another.An elderly woman dropped the basket in her hands. A former guard reached instinctively for the scar crossing his cheek—the one I had given him for disobeying an order. Several wolves began crying. Others drew their children closer as though the dead Luna might step from the carriage and remember how much she enjoyed punishment.The youngest stared at me without recognition. They knew only the statue built after my death and the stories their parents

The first council meeting after my resurrection began with an elder asking whether I intended to take Crescent Ice back. He spoke as though the pack were a possession someone had stolen from my grave.I had awakened alone that morning.Both connecting doors remained locked exactly as I had left them, although I felt Asterion awake in the chamber to my left and Faolan sleeping to my right. Neither had tested the handles. Neither had attempted to enter.Father's portrait was gone from the corridor.Mine was gone from the chamber.Sunlight filled the empty spaces they left behind. For several minutes, I stood before the open curtains and wondered what a woman without a portrait, throne, or assigned purpose was expected to do after breakfast.The answer arrived through the housekeeper. "The council has assembled downstairs, Luna."I found my mates at the dining table. "Dismiss them," I said before sitting.Asterion continued cutting his breakfast. "You do not have to attend.""Then, dismi