“Lola.”Someone was calling my name but it was way too fucking early for that. I kept my eyes closed, hoping it was my imagination.“Lola, wake up.I groaned. I wasn’t ready to get up yet. “Go away.”“It’s two in the afternoon. You’re out of time, princess.”The tone was mocking and I realized it wasn’t one of my friends. That made me open my eyes. Spencer was standing near the bed, an impatient look on his face. “About damn time.”“I just went to bed,” I whined.“I let you sleep as long as possible. It’s time to get ready,” he said. “I guess killing your mate takes a lot out of you.”I sat up and tossed the covers aside. “Are you judging me?”He lifted a skeptical brow.“You don’t know shit about me and you don’t get to judge me. You’d rather see me with an abusive mate than safe and healthy? Fuck you, asshole,” I said.“I didn’t say that.” He seemed amused by my outburst. “If you’d grown up in my home and anyone harmed you, I’d have killed them myself.”“So what’s with the judgy com
Spencer touched the rock and the stone sealing Star’s home moved. I’d seen Sheila and Alec do that, but they had been visiting Star regularly. “Wait, how did you know how to do that?” I looked over at Star. “Did you teach him that?”“Nope, as far as I know, he’s the first to figure it out on his own. I taught Alec and Sheila when we started working together,” she said.“Well? How did you figure it out? And how did you find us in the first place?” They were probably questions I should have asked before, but they wouldn’t have changed anything. Plus, I’d been distracted by Alec’s injuries, my mating bond, and the fact that my father was a royal. My mind had been a little preoccupied.“I made a lot of friends with witches while I was living with the vampires. There wasn’t much to do, so I learned as much as I could. See this little mark here?” Spencer pointed to a divit in the stone that could have been anything. “The key to get in isn’t all that well hidden if you know what you’re looki
I wasn’t really listening because I couldn’t get the concept of dual marks out of my mind. Was it that same way for true mates for protectors too? Getting a mark from the goddess was rare, and so was finding your true mate. I wondered how often a mated pair like me and Alec happened. Plus, there was the mind-blowing fact that we’d both been fated to someone else when we got our marks. The fates really did work in strange ways.“My mom doesn’t have a mark,” I said, suddenly. “Do you or does your brother? Do kings get marks?”“Sometimes. I don’t, and neither does Chris. Our father had a mark, as did our mother. My grandfather didn’t and he ruled for sixty years. We aren’t chosen for the job by the Moon Goddess. It’s passed down to us and as long as nobody challenges us, we maintain it.”“Sounds like a weak system,” I said.“Perhaps. But shifters like tradition. Only a member of the royal bloodline can throw down an official challenge. It takes a lot more for another line to attempt to t
“Wow,” Star said. “Now I know where you got your cheesy shifter love fest from.”“I guess so,” I said. “I certainly didn’t learn it from my mom.”“Tell me about her,” Spencer said. “You said she’s not like she used to be.”“You don’t want to know,” I said.“That bad?” he asked.I hummed, not trusting myself to open my mouth and speak. My childhood had been miserable all around. Much of it could have been avoided had I been cared for by a parent.“Well, Malcom should be all set,” Star announced.“You’re sure?” Malcom asked.“Pretty sure,” she said.“Guess we’ll find out when I try to walk in the front door,” Malcom said.“I’m sure Star has you covered. Besides, she’ll be with you and I have a feeling she can handle herself and take care of you,” I said.“That’s the truth,” Star said.The drive felt less tense for a while as conversation turned in other directions. Star shared about her training as a witch, and Spencer shared about what vampires were really like.Both conversations were
Now, I was feeling the nerves. We were a step closer to the reason we were here. So far, it had been creeping around. Now, it was getting far more real.The tunnel beyond was pitch black. I took a deep breath as I followed Spencer inside. The door closed behind us. There was no turning back now.Hands extended in front of me, I inched forward, listening to Spencer’s near silent footfalls. My eyes adjusted a little, but it didn’t help much. I still couldn’t see my hands in front of me.“You sure you know where you’re going?” I asked. “Didn’t you say you only visited this place once?”“You’re fine, deep breaths,” he said.I rolled my eyes despite the fact that he couldn’t see my frustration. The longer we walked, the more it felt like the walls were closing in around me. Which was possible since I couldn’t actually see the walls.There was no way of knowing if Spencer was directly in front of me or if he’d taken off at a run. My only guide was that I could still hear him. As that though
The shifter king’s closet was no joke. I’d seen smaller houses. A row of drawers and shelves divided the space in half, creating two separate chambers. The walls on either side were lined with rows of suits and clothes on hangers. Two crystal chandeliers sparkled above me, one on each half of the space. At the rear of the closet, I saw an arched doorway leading to a dark space that wasn’t lit by the same switch I’d used to turn on the chandeliers. I had a feeling that was where I needed to be.I walked past the clothes toward the doorway. As soon as I passed through, lights flickered to life. My jaw dropped. I was staring at glass shelves lined with jewelry on black velvet cushions. Huge diamond necklaces, gold chains, rings with stones of every color. None of this should be so easily accessible. He seriously left a strange woman in his room with all this behind a simple door?Hubris did not begin to define it. This was plain stupid.In the center of the spread of gems and gold sat a
I was supposed to be in the throne room and this certainly wasn’t that room. There was no throne in sight. Shit, there weren’t even any chairs in here. Just high tables and a few bars where guests could grab a cocktail.A set of double doors caught my attention. Fogged glass was inset into dark wood and they looked expensive and formal. That had to be a good sign.I headed straight for the doors, hoping I was making the right choice. Just as I neared the doors, they opened, two huge males in tuxedos propped against each. A woman in a floor-length black sequined gown stepped between them. She clapped her hands. “Attention, everyone.”The music stopped and the chatter of conversation died down. I stood rooted to the spot, about ten feet from the doors. Slowly, I stepped closer to the wall, hoping to blend in more.“It is time to pay our respects to the king. The throne room is now open.” She gestured toward the open room behind her, then turned and walked inside. The males holding the d
The gathered shifters continued to laugh. Some of them yelled insults. A few even threw things at her. Internally, I was seething. My wolf paced, more unsettled and angry than I’d ever felt her. This wasn’t something we should have to endure. My mother shouldn’t be here. Her life, and my life should be so different than it was.What if she’d continued to shift? What if she’d taught me? Would Spencer have busted out and come for both of us? Or would I have never lived to see my nineteenth birthday?There were so many questions but none of them mattered. I couldn’t change the past. All I could do was be ready to offer the crown as soon as Spencer challenged the king.“There’s more, my friends!” The Shifter King lifted his hands in the air, effectively calming the jeering crowd. “I have two more surprises.”I held my breath, waiting for his words, terrified he was going to threaten to harm my mom. I wasn’t going to be able to stay hidden in the crowd much longer. If he threatened her and