Aurora's POVI look out the window of my lavish bedroom in the Lycan city, Lythorin. Below me is a race of Lycans, I've been taught to fear my entire life goes about their lives. They are indifferent to my loneliness.We aren't physically far from the Werewolf lands here, but I've never felt farther from home. Everything is different and foreign, and learning their culture has been a trial by fire that I've mostly failed.One thing that hasn't changed is my outsider status. Even here, people whisper as I pass, and the familiar hiss of gossip follow me everywhere I go. I can feel the weight of their side-eyed stares, the looks of distaste and suspicion.With a sigh, I wrap my arms around my tummy, and the precious soul growing within. How am I going to give birth to this baby here? How can I make a happy life for this pup? My baby is going to be vulnerable. I may be wolfless, but I will not allow any Lycan to threaten my child's safety.I foresee only trouble ahead. Where is the light
"Are you pregnant?"The question seems to hang in the void between us, sucking all of the air out of the room, leaving me on the verge of hyperventilating. I've barely arrived here and I've already been discovered. No wonder Evander never wanted to take me on his more clandestine missions."Aurora?" Josephine asks again, even more gently this time. "I might be able to help." She reaches out and takes my hand. "Will you let me help?"How could I resist such soft-spoken words? It's been so long since anyone has shown me kindness. I crumble beneath the force of tenderness. I am weak to the seemingly sincere offer of aid."I am pregnant," I confess, then squeeze her hand for strength. "Not far along, but… far enough, I guess.""Too far along for it to be Prince Mykal's child you mean."I wince at her blunt statement of fact. "The child is a Werewolf."Josephine lets out a long breath, but never lets go of my hand. "I guess you'd better tell me everything."Instant fear fills my heart. I h
Aurora's POV"My beautiful mate!" Prince Mykal declares as he enters my room. "I've been kept from you for far too long."How much does he know? My mind screams as I smile back at him. I search his face for any duplicity, any clue as to what he may have heard, but to my eyes he only seems, as always, extraordinarily handsome and happy.He extends his open palm to me, inviting me to take his hand. I dare not refuse, though I have little wish to touch him. Our fingers brush, and a tingle ignites along my nerve endings, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Stupid, mate bond influenced instincts! I do not want to feel this way."I've missed you," he says, and there is lust in his eyes. Pressed against him as I am, I can feel his heartbeat quicken, the sudden shortness of his breath.He nuzzles the top of my head, and this time my shudder is one of pure revulsion. "Did you miss me too?""Of course she did, Prince Mykal," Josephine interjects sweetly. "In fact, that was just what
"What do you think, my lovely?" the prince asks. "I shall announce our engagement in front of everyone who matters in this pack and many others." He squeezes my hands tighter, bringing them more firmly against his chest. "And before the King, I will claim you as my mate.""That sounds…" Horrifying. "Wonderful," I say, forcing a smile onto my face. I look up into his eyes because I must. I must. "I can't wait.""Neither can I," he replies, the joy evident on his face. I hate the thought of breaking his heart, but this life he wants, this vision he has…It's not the life I want for me and mine. My baby would never be safe among the Lycans. I know that with my entire heart. His people will kill my pup before it can even take its first breath.And the prince will let them.He gives me one last rapturous look, then lets go of my hands. "You'll need a proper wardrobe to attend the royal banquet. I'll have the best seamstress in the city come to your quarters. I want you dressed in the heigh
Her words touch the truth of my soul in a way no one else has. I've always followed my heart. Every decision I've made was because its voice told me it was the right thing to do. And even though I know Josephine's daughter's story does not have a happy ending, I will follow this path as well.Because it's my destiny.She nods and I know she's reading my mind. "Yes, I was right. Two of a kind. And because I can see you already know, I will tell you the end. Her escape plan failed. She was caught–" The word seems to stick in her throat. "Punished.""Punished?" The word falls out of my mouth before I can stop it. I don't want to know. I already know.There are no more tears when she meets my eyes, only hard resolution. "I waited until the wind was right, then I let her ashes go. I let them blow toward the Werewolf lands." A sad, wistful smile graces her face. "And her beloved."I clasp her hand hard, both taking and giving comfort. I don't think I've ever been this afraid in my entire li
"Werewolf!" another guard calls, and the four who surround me move in closer.I look around, my head swiveling this way and that, but I already know there's no escape. I'm in the middle of a border checkpoint, surrounded by guards, not to mention all the Lycans who are just there on routine business. Every single one of them stopped what they were doing at the first cry of "Werewolf."If I make any sudden moves, I'm going to be attacked. And though I may survive the assault – and only because they'll want to question me – my child might not. I have to project calm. I have to stay still, even as my nerves jitter and jangle.Obedient. That is what I must be. For the sake of my baby.I hold up my trembling hands, a universal gesture of surrender."Come with us," says the guard who commanded me out of the truck."Where are we going?" I ask, but they ignore me.The squat, concrete building they manhandle me into fills me with fear, and when the door slams shut behind me, it feels like a de
I've never hated anyone the way I hate this cocky Lycan in front of me. I would love to wipe that smirk off his face, but I have no proof of anything I say."It was a gift," I tell him again, but this time more desperately. "I swear. I'm not an emissary, a spy, or a thief. I just want to cross the border." I can't help the tears that form in my eyes. "I just want to go home.""No, you're just an innocent wolfless wolf, crossing the border from the Lycan side, carrying the token of your King of Kings. A token so precious only a select few have the honor of owning them."I don't know what to say to that, so I say nothing at all. That is the truth, but he's never going to believe it.He smiles suddenly, his eyes lighting up with glee. Menace comes off him in waves. Try as I might, I cannot suppress my shudder."I've got to be honest," he says, his voice eerily cheerful. "Breaking you is going to be fun."I'm going to die here. The last thing I'm going to see in this life is this hateful
Try as I might to put on a brave face, I cannot fully suppress my fear and apprehension. The prince's words seem mild, and the question wasn't asked in anger, but there has to be a catch, something underneath all his courtly manners, just waiting to attack."Don’t look at me like that," he says, and for the life of me, I swear he sounds…sad. Disappointed. "I brought you home with me because you were hurt. Banished. We both know you would not have survived on your own.""You don't know that," I say, chafing at the insult.He laughs freely, but not meanly. "Aurora, what do you think would have happened to you if I had not arrived at the guard house to take you away?"I have no answer for that because we both know that answer."As I was saying," he goes on good-naturedly. I realize that he's teasing me. It's sweet in an odd sort of way. "I took you home because you needed my aid."His face goes softer – and a little sadder. "And of course, because you're my mate, I want to bond with yo