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Laina Breakfast was served in a massive orangery, at least three times the size of my apartment. Sunlight poured through the lofty glass roof, illuminating the plants, flowers, and vines climbing the walls. Outside, winter had transformed the grounds into a frozen wonderland, but inside, heated floors kept the glass hall warm and inviting.Alba the housekeeper led me to a long banquet table covered with an extravagant spread. I had only ever seen food like this in photographs of five star hotels and luxury cruise liners neither of which I had actually experienced.There were pastries, fresh bread, fruit, cooked dishes sitting on electric warmers, jams, honey, and cereals arranged in tall glass containers.I barely glanced at any of it, the view beyond the glass walls had completely captured my attention.“The chef can also make you an omelete or prepare eggs however you like,” Alba said beside me.I continued staring outside, the grounds stretched as far as I could see, with perfec

LainaWith nothing else to occupy me, I wandered around the house. I still couldn’t believe how beautiful and luxurious everything was and It felt like stepping into a dream.Everywhere I looked, there was something immaculate, through the tall windows, I could see pristine snow covering precisely trimmed hedges and vast stretches of perfectly maintained grounds.I would have loved to explore outside, but my high heels made that impossible, and the freezing weather wasn't exactly inviting.It was nearly lunchtime, and I still hadn’t finished exploring when I headed back toward the conservatory and saw Alba approaching.“There you are,” she called cheerfully. “A doctor is here to see you.”My stomach clenched, but I managed a smile. “Oh, good.”“After you have seen him, you can have lunch.”“That’s good because I’m hungry.”“Would you like to eat in the orangery, the blue room, or the dining room?”“The orangery will be fine,” I said quietly.We chatted casually about the house until w

TreyIt was late evening when I arrived back in Boston.I wasn’t feeling good. Blood had been shed today. I didn’t do wet work, but I might as well have. It was to my orders my men maimed and murdered. Out there somewhere in the burning depths of hell there was another stain on my wall of sin. Sometimes I dreamed of that wall. I dreamt I was washing it. Meticulously, washing, but as soon as I finished the ugly stain returned.But it was not that, that bothered me now.It was a feeling inside my body. A feeling that there must be something better than this. The wealth, the power, the control, the respect, the never-ending parade of women, the dignity of my position, all of it felt like nothing. Dust in my mouth. There was no happiness in my heart.I was numb.At times like this I wished I could become as blasé as my father about the dog eat dog world we lived in. “What are you crying about? He’d kill you in a heartbeat if the shoe was on the other foot,” he used to say when I was a lot

LainaHis eyes never left mine, and I stared hypnotized into those truly strange and exciting eyes. I was trembling and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest my blood roared in my ears. I remained frozen even when his hand touched my cheek. It felt like hot coals on my skin. I inhaled deeply and breathed in his scent. It was unbelievable the effect this man had on me.I tried my hardest to act unaffected but failed miserably when he curled his hand till his knuckles replaced his palm and brushed them gently across my cheeks. I could feel the flush spread across my face like a burn.Then his hand reached my bottom lip and his gaze dropped to the quivering flesh. Using the smooth pad of his thumb he pulled my bottom lip down, let it go, then watched it bounce back into place with a curious expression on his face. The only way I could describe the look in his eyes was the way a cat plays with a mouse. Pawing it; throwing it in the air andletting it run; catching it again with quick

LainaI shimmied into panties, pants, and a white tank top. Grabbing a flannel, I took it with me into the bathroom. Once inside, I tried to close the door, but Trey pushed his way into my space. He immediately started stripping, giving me a view of where his name, Kingsley, was tattooed over his shoulders, with skulls and black ink dominating his skin.Ignoring him, I grabbed the brush and started two braids on either side of my head, then a larger one on the top. It was a Viking style worn by the Fenrir wolves and one I’d just begun using. It was an easy style to maintain since we spent most of our time doing chores, preparing to be stuck on top of the mountain until spring came and the roads were passable.Steam billowed from the shower, and I smirked wickedly. Clint was leaning against the doorframe as I reached over, turning on the water in the sink. Opening the drawer, I withdrew my toothbrush and paste and began slowly brushing my teeth as Trey screamed from the shower, steppin