CaiusDamon and Knight were both already in the room when I entered.Knight was passed out on my favorite leather sofa. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and was covered in vibrant red kiss marks. The beast within me quickly checked them to make sure they weren’t Anastasia’s, which was insane considering I’
“How does playing double agent feel?” I asked the two of them after recounting the way we saved the civilians. They must have sensed the secrecy behind it all because they didn’t ask how we had enough time to rescue everyone.Alpha Nox’s shoulders trembled as he exhaled. It wasn’t everyday an Alpha
AnastasiaI’m not a paranoid person.Seriously, I’m not.Even after spending years on the run from a rich asshole I had managed to keep my head and remain calm. I quickly learned to listen to my surroundings and watch out for signs. If I panicked or gave into the feeling that someone was watching ov
Evangeline liked to claim she was only attracted to women, but that was a lie. She was just incredibly picky when it came to men. It was on her eighteenth birthday that she told me she’d never even dated one before. Wasn’t surprising though given her mother.Point was, she could deny it all she want
Knight grumbled something under his breath and clung to the pillow a bit tighter. I turned away with a laugh. Evangline really would send Peter here if I didn’t say something. It was tempting, though. Caius would be pissed if he woke up on some deserted island.“Very badass, but I have to decline. I
AnastasiaI crawled back into bed feeling both disturbed and oddly satisfied. Obviously watching Knight violate my husband’s pillow was not the satisfying part, but I could handle it because it meant I got my revenge for the hair dye fiasco.At least he waited until after the wedding…Curling up ben
On Sunday I came down to breakfast wearing a silk pajama set. It was a deep red, like the color of spilled wine, and matched my freshly painted toes. I yawned and waved at everyone as I headed over to the breakfast table.There was a platter of various omelets surrounded by smaller plates full of fr
AnastasiaI could taste my husbands anger in the air as I ran from him.The dark laughter of his family faded into a silence that had me holding my breath. Caius wasn’t running after me the way I thought he would. He must’ve been keeping it together well enough. That was unfortunate.I wanted him br
“Ah, we will in a minute,” Ghost replied, a smile teasing at the edges of his voice.My hand tightened around the envelope, my heart thudding in my chest. Caius stood to his full height and tipped his head to the side. I marveled at the shades of gold woven within his hair and eyes, reflected upon t
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
Damon’s voice dropped low. “Makes sense. Anastasia’s mother raises her to conceal her ability at all costs and trains her to lie like an expert. Years later, she fakes her own death. We assumed these were for protection from Vladimir, but that’s quite a lot of hoops to jump through for one man. She
I didn’t say anything to the guys, though. There was no sense in spoiling Fallon’s fun.Ghost spoke around a mouthful of ramen. “My spies in Vladimir’s pack are reporting small uprisings among some of the townspeople. Apparently, they’ve been moved by all that you’ve done for them. Pretty unhappy Vl
AnastasiaI padded into the kitchen, my socks sliding along the floor. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce clung to the air, a welcome distraction from the thoughts gnawing at the edges of my mind. The takeout bags sat on the counter, still warm, and I already knew which one was mine. He’d gotten
“You were made to be mine.” I tore the robe from her body and relished the sound of fabric splitting. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them behind her back and flipped her around so that her back was flush against my chest. Sweeping an arm out, I cleared my desk of everything, earning a gasp from Anast
I kept moving, my senses stretched as far as they could go. A soft shuffle, nearly undetectable, had me turning left. I continued to follow the hall, turned again, then stopped when I saw her.At the very end of the hallway, bathed in shadows and pale slants of moonlight, was my wife. She was hardly
CaiusUpon returning home, I had one of the few remaining staff draw Anastasia a bath. The woman spent most of her time in there. Not that I paid much attention.Only I did.I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t counting the minutes she spent in there, listening for the hum of that fucking t