Novels by Emily Davidson

The next evening, Zak and I sat in the car outside of a bustling bar out in the middle of the woods. We had driven nearly half the day to get here. I sized up the building, noticing it looked run down and kind of small. Not at all where I pictured a Lycan King might hang out.“This is it?” I ask, scrunching up my nose.“Looks can be deceiving.” Zak chuckles softly before taking a more serious note. “You remember everything I told you?”“Yes sir.” I said, saluting him.“El…” He groans.“I remember Zak. Just trust me, okay?”Zak had gone over werewolf etiquette with me, explaining how to approach an Alpha

“It’s not possible. Alpha Killian has said multiple times he couldn’t father any children.” James says with a firm shake of the head.“Look at her, she looks just like him. Black hair, strong facial structure. It would explain why she doesn’t smell like a werewolf. She’s a Lycan.” Luke sits on the other side of me, making me more uncomfortable than I already was.“There hasn’t been a female Lycan in, what, seventy-five years?” Gabriel says.“As unlikely as this is, if she tries to confront him-” Damien inputs.“He will kill her.” Zak finishes, wiping a hand across his face. My heart picked up its pace as yet another person wanted me dead just for existing. “He won’t even

As we busted through the woods and into the clearing, I realized we had already made it back. It felt like only minutes had passed since we left. Several people were outside, trying to help with the commotion where they could, but it didn’t seem like anyone was fighting. I saw a few injured people, being helped inside by others and quickly pushed down the pull of my ability.Zak’s mother greeted us outside, holding a pair of clothes. I hopped off of Zak and watched with the same amount of amazement as he shifted back into a human. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to it.“How bad is it?” He said, taking the clothes from his mother and hastily covering himself.“There’s several injured, but most are just superficial wounds.”

As if reading my thoughts he kissed me quickly, releasing me from my staring. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”I nodded, drawing in a deep breath as I felt him situate himself at my opening. Slowly he eased himself inside me, stretching me to the max. The pain wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, and I wondered if it was because my body healed itself. Whatever it was, I was grateful.He eased himself in and out a few times at an agonizingly slow pace, giving my body time to adjust. I could tell he was restraining himself, by the way his body shook with his calculated movements. The pain subsided quickly, leaving only slight pressure and an immense amount of pleasure. He rocked back into me, a little harder this time and I moaned in response to urge him to keep going. Seeing I had adjusted, he quickened his movements, letting out low moa

He molds his lips on mine and suddenly my body ignites, heating up with every passing moment. He grabs my waist, pulling me closer until I’m straddling his lap. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of when I’m with Zak. Nothing could ever make me feel so complete, so whole.His tongue grazes my lips and I part them, granting him entrance. He explores every inch of my mouth causing a small moan to escape my lips. A growl comes from him and suddenly he flips us over without breaking the kiss, hovering on top of me as I lay on the warm rock. I arch my back, needing to be closer to him, to touch him.His lips move from mine, sucking and biting the soft skin of my neck. I could feel the ache between my legs grow the longer he touched me. His lips moved lower to the top of my breast. His eyes flicked up to mine for a moment as he breathed

I rested my forehead on the warm window, closing my eyes and letting the sun melt away my troubles. He wasn’t my dad. I kept thinking it over and over in my mind, our conversation replaying on a loop. You’d think that I would find some sort of joy in discovering I wasn’t related to him, but he was still the man that raised me. The man that was biologically my father was another matter altogether. Very briefly I pictured what life could have been like with a loving father and a mother that didn’t have to hide. I could see us standing in front of a brilliant white house with blue shutters complete with the white picket fence. The perfect family. But that wasn’t reality. Reality was that my real father terrified my mother so badly that she ran from him. Even went as far as to erase her and Liam’s past. What puzzled