Sophia’s POVScalding drops of water hit my bare skin, but I am numb. I cannot trust the voice inside my head. The wolf I waited for so long is not a wolf at all, and worse than that, the person living inside me is hiding something she doesn’t want Zaine or Tryon to know about.“What are you thinking about little moineau?” Zaine lifts my chin with his finger until I’m staring up into his sapphire blue eyes. The rough pad of his thumb grazes my cheek as he swipes away the tears that have been silently falling and washed away by the water pouring down on top of me.“When did life become such a mess? I don’t know what she wants, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that no matter what happens, someone is going to end up getting hurt.” The nauseous feeling I’ve been fighting threatens to take over and a cold that won’t leave my body spreads down my arms.Zaine has become the one person who keeps me from drowning in the tidal wave that keeps trying to pull me under. His arms wrapped around m
Zaine’s POVI could have told her she had nothing to apologise for, but she never would have accepted that. Despite her blocking our emotional tether I know her well enough to know that she is doubting everything, and I cannot stand by whilst she doubts us. I know I had a moment of weakness earlier. I should never have allowed such a ridiculous thought to enter my mind.“We have a long day tomorrow and an even longer evening. Let’s make the most of tonight.” The wet head of my cock slides easily between her folds and into the heat he has been craving. Our bodies move as one, her hips coming up to meet each of my thrusts. Her arms snake around mine, pulling me closer, her fingers sink into my flesh as I bury deeper and deeper inside her.Our noses barely touch and our long shallow breaths mix in the vacant space between us. The feint moonlight from the window shines through a gap in the curtains and highlights her glistening eyes. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She
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