Torrin’s POV Joseph’s hurried conversation with Zaine was heard by every guard in the pack, and within minuets there was the unmistakable rumble of a couple of hundred paws thumping on the ground as every man ran for the southern border, instinct driving them to protect their Alpha and the pack.Luca and George’s insistence that they can handle shit went ignored as soon as Joseph said Blue Blade would only speak to Zaine, and I knew there was no way Sophia would turn down this opportunity to end the monster who killed her parents. She reluctantly agreed to wait until after the feast, but when an opportunity presents itself...My first instinct has always been to find and protect Sophia at the first sign of trouble. She used to seem so vulnerable, even with Aggie’s watchful eye on her and a wing full of omegas surrounding her. Now I’m torn between protecting my queen, my mate, or going after the blue prick myself and finally feeling that satisfaction of shredding the beast who has tau
Zaine’s POV I have walked, run and been dragged into battle more times than I can possibly count. Usually it is just another fuck wit who has gotten too big for their boots, or a new Alpha looking to make a name for himself by challenging me or encroaching on my land. It never ends well for them, and contrary to popular belief, I do not enjoy taking the lives of the morons lacking in basic survival instinct.My own survival instinct is on high alert right now and Tryon hasn’t stopped talking about the herb and the dagger since we started chasing Alcmene. Sophia gave the ancient body snatcher control, and Alcmene erupted out of her, leapt straight through the bedroom window and has been running towards the southern border for the last few minutes. Yet again we are running into danger and what’s worse is that Sophia seems to be revelling in it. I get it. That rush of battle and the feeling of victory can be the most intense high, but there are also the lows of losing your men and the
George’s POVHattie seems to think blue balls is hilarious. Not the fucker our new queen is hell bent on ripping to bits, actual blue balls, my balls to be precise.Since the day I pulled her up off the floor in the dining hall, my life has been plagued by her. Before feeling her soft, warm body in my arms, I could ignore the electric buzz that drew me to her. Now I am living a life of constant frustration. Not only does she refuse to let me slate my sexual hunger, she is going out of her way to make me pay for my dumb fuckery in the past.Luca has been insufferable in his, “You reap what you sew,” and, “I told you this wouldn’t end well,” remarks. He is right, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit it. I’ll just put up and shut up for another twenty or so hours, then when she gets her wolf, the fight will be overtaken by her instinct. At least that is what I have been telling myself to get through each day.Of course, that was before finding out my wolf isn’t actually my wolf. So n
Sophia’s POV Zaine turned back halfway to the border. I felt the shift of energy in the pack bond but didn’t think much of it. I was more concerned with Alcmene and her short temper. Every footfall as she hurtles towards the southern forest she repeats something under her breath which I can’t quite make out.It isn’t until I see the backs of my guard on the ridge before the trees, that Zaine’s anxiety hits me in the chest. Whatever he turned back for has got to be worse than Blue Blade, or he would never have left me alone.“You aren’t alone. These men are all here for you, for us. Zaine and Tryon can take care of the pretender without us.” Alcmene’s voice leaks into my mind between thoughts of what Zaine could be facing.“The pretender?” I ask, but she gives me no answer. Her eyes are trained on one man who is stood amongst a dozen rogues. That must be him. Blue Blade. “Where is your Alpha, bitch?” the grotesque figure spits out the words like they are poison.In a sarcastic displ
Sophia’s POV It’s like a waking nightmare. Just as I get used to the new way of things, something else comes along and turns everything on its head. Discovering my lineage pales in comparison to Aggie’s bombshell and the real identity of the life I harbour inside me, and now… this.. What possible reason could a human man have for wanting my mother, father and me, dead? His world and ours rarely mix and from what I have been told, exposure of our kind is dealt with swiftly and without mercy. We keep our existence hidden for our own safety and theirs. “What is your name? I cannot continue to call you Blue Blade, that is your weapon, not you.” I ask the withering man who walks silently by my side as the group heads towards one of the cabins on the border of our territory. I can see by the looks on my men’s faces that they think I have taken complete leave of my senses, but I am not crazy enough to take this man back to the pack house. As much as Zaine may have changed of late, he is
Zaine’s POVLuca’s constant twitching is grating on my last frayed nerve. It is not like him to be wound so tightly and now is the worst time for him to come unstuck. I’m a little concerned the fucker could go off on a bloody rampage at any moment, and he is meant to be the calm, level headed one. George isn’t doing much better, except he is making no effort to hide the fact that he is practically foaming at the mouth to put an end to Acheron. Restraint is not George’s strong point, and to be fair to him, I’m struggling to contain myself so his self control is even more impressive.Here I was, thinking that having two Betas would make my life easier. I don’t remember my father having to deal with bullshit like this. Does this crap skip a generation or what? It seems my entire lineage’s bad karma has come home to roost all at once.“Will you two pull yourselves together. Fuck! What has gotten into you both? Acheron is a traitor and a sadistic son of a bitch, but he isn’t blind and th
Cronin's POVIt has been many years since anyone has called me by my given name. I had to become Blue Blade to separate myself from the reality of what my life had become, it was the only way I could survive what had to be done. The weapon I carry was a gift from the king before he stole the throne from his own brother. It is imbued with powers I do not understand and bound to me with a dark magic that I find both awe inspiring and terrifying.Every kill strengthened me, the effect was intoxicating and within hardly any time at all I became addicted to the rush of power and vitality it gave me. I had no idea my mind had become clouded, that I was being eaten up and transformed into an extension of my weapon. All I could think about was the next kill, and Acheron was always there, pointing me in the direction of anyone who stood against him.When I was sent after the baby Princess and the king and queen, I was promised my family would be released and that we would be allowed to return
Sophia’s POVGeorge barges through the door like his arse is on fire and almost crashes right into Mrs Crook, who is looking more rattled than I have ever seen her.“Acheron is here.” I catch the tail end of what she is saying and my head feels like it might explode with everything happening and how overwhelming it all is. Of course, why would it possibly go any differently. Will we ever have a day that goes smoothly, peacefully even? “Mrs Crook, this is Cronin. Cronin, Mrs Crook.” I wave my hand between the two of them, making introductions, because honestly, I don’t know what else to do right now and I’d rather be doing something than nothing, even if it that ‘something’ is introducing two people who have been enemies for almost two decades.“George.” I take a deep breath and look up at the beta who seems to.. not hate me.. but I don’t think he likes me very much. He said something when he came running in here but it went right over my head.“My Queen.” He bows his head and I almos