Ayda's POV "Was there something the matter?"Nicolette had gone to the kitchens to talk to Liv after Maud's funeral. I'd been there in the beginning, offering what condolences I could until it came time to make a trek to the shrine in the woods where Kostas was having a private ceremony. At least, I had hoped it was private; other than the priestess and Sebastian, no one else had shown up for the old king. Not even his Beta."Not quite…" Nicolette glanced back, looking woefully unsure of herself. "I'm sure it's nothing but travel jitters. Don't pay me any mind…"She wasn't the only one who had strange feelings about our impending journey to Opal Moon. It was almost as if something dreadful was going to happen. Which was why, even though she objected rather loudly, I'd decided to keep Zoe at the castle. Sebastian assured me that he would keep an eye on my little sister, to which she petulantly declared she was not a child.It was hard not to ruffle her hair whe
Ayda's POV "—Better not have died—""—hadn't hit her so—""—my fault—""—what do you thi—""—being—child—"Water, colder than the ice that sometimes capped the mountains to the north of Emerald Lake, splashed me in the face, shocking me to wakefulness."Oh, good," Narcissa purred, sitting on a throne. "The simpleton is awake."We were somewhere in the temple; I could tell from the cold stone and glowing sigils that now seemed to pulse an agitated scarlet. This was different than the room with the effigies of the Goddess. To my left, I saw a flash of flamingo pink ruffles. Callia looked apologetic, holding the bucket she'd upturned on me.I could see her youngest sister Lilia near where the door was. It looked like Dahlia was holding her back, keeping her away from myself and—"Ni-Nicolette!" My throat was a sandpapery hush ripping at my vocal cords. "Ni-Ni-Nicolette!""For the Goddess's sake, WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!?"I quieted
Ayda's POV "Mom, we just can't let this crazy bitch do what she likes!" Miranda paced the room. Narcissa had locked us in the lower level of the ziggurat while she went to the top t with my son in one hand and a black dagger in the other. "She's going to use what's left of the townsfolk to make a sacrifice to open up the veil enough to see the Gates of Tartarus! She's going to destroy the world, kill all of us, and herself with it. Why are you just sitting there!?""Your mother needs that herb more than life itself," Kathrine flexed her fingers, and more chains snaked around Nicolette and me. I was starting to grow worried. Nicolette hadn't woken up yet, and her wounds were still bleeding. "Would you have me watch another mate die? Do you think I could survive it a second time?""You won't need to survive it if the world ends." I thrashed harder against my bonds, my body shifting to that of a half-wolf. Bolstered by the pull of the full moon, I knew I wouldn't have near
Goddess' POV |Two Weeks Later|"August!"Ayda rose from her bed, chest heaving, cold sweat racing down her body like field horses during harvest season.Another dream, a nightmare of the night of the Blood Moon, when she'd thought all hope was lost. It had been so real this time, but they'd always felt real when she was caught in them. It was only when she looked out her window and saw the castle grounds that she knew she was safe.That they had won.Bested Narcissa, somehow…"Ayda?"Sebastian was on high alert the moment he heard his fiancée scream. He went to her at once, wrapping his arm around her, still difficult with how deep his arm wound had been. His nightmares were quieter but no less real. He worried not about the Fenrirwulf or how close he had come to meeting death, only that he was almost faced with his greatest fear again: losing a loved one."Ayda, it was just a dream," adjusting to life after such trauma took time; he knew t
Ayda's POVI felt his calloused hands spreading my thighs open, the rough grit of his cheek as he kissed a line from my navel to my core. I swallowed back a moan, fingers ghosting over my parted lips to keep the sound in. Embarrassed for him to hear me, for anyone to hear me—the Princess of the Emerald Lake pack—panting like a common whore in the throes of heat. His tongue, half-transformed, slipped between my delicate folds and lapped at my sweet virginal essence with the fervor of a starved man. He rumbled, like he was savoring the taste, like I was some finely aged liquor, fragrant and heady on his tongue.Gentle he was no more.I gasped, back bowing, as my nipples tightened from the chill of the room warring with the heat I could feel engulfing me. His grip was almost bruising; I could feel the flex of his tendons as he fought the change. Fought to not take me as a beast but as a man. He had my curling toes in the silk of his sheets, crimson like most of the room. A for
Ayda's POV I craned my head back until my neck wouldn't allow me to go any further.And still, I could not make out the end of the fan-vaulted ceilings. Only that it had been painted or sculpted in such a way that it appeared to look like an eternal night sky. Pinpricks of candelabra light peeked through the dense indigo-like starlight, winking in ways that made me suspect that perhaps magic was real. A giant chandelier was suspended in the center, bigger than any carriage I'd ever ridden in, done in the form of a stylized black moon.A symbol of whose court I was in.The elusive Obsidian Moon pack.The most powerful of us all.August took that exact moment to spit up on my pressed shirt front."Nam-Nah!" he said, proud of himself and the mess he'd made. The looks the staff was giving us as I searched my pockets for a handkerchief. Like silver-edged daggers…I put my olive suitcase down, my only one as I didn't have much, and wiped at the mashed
Sebastian's POV "Brother, if you're listening, I regret to inform you that your fiancé is a stone-cold bitch.," I say as I look up at the ceiling."F*cking Furies!" It took everything in me not to howl my frustration like a barely whelped pup. But here I was, in the library that you and Mother loved, drinking whiskey alone like an old drunk. It wasn't even half past 3:00, and the day was already shit. "Goddess above me, strike me down where I rest. Please."It was in poor taste to say that, Alex's death still so fresh and Father's grief still so raw, but what was I to think? To say?Narcissa was bleeding our coffers dry with this sham of a wedding, Tartarus bent on whatever deranged goal she had in mind.Originally, Father had given me the money as part of my inheritance, a way for me to show what a capable leader I could be. I had planned to use it to fix major structural issues in the surrounding villages, maybe even start a home for packless women and child
Ayda's POV The next few days passed on like a dream, the moments blurring into the next until I couldn't quite recall what day it was.August was happy, though; he had charmed the whole castle, even the authoritarian Mr. Galanis!Working for Narcissa was a challenge; her mood changed like the wind. Pleasant enough to stand one moment and on the warpath the next. I hadn't been on the receiving end of one of her darker moods, and I did not wish to be. She delighted in causing agony in those that offended her with the gleeful nature of a Fury. Adamant on twisting the proverbial knife where one was most vulnerable once she wrestled you into a false sense of security.Well, proverbial in this sense, if the rumors are to be true.I never had the opportunity to meet Prince Alex, even when I still had my standing as a princess of Emerald Lake. He'd been five years my senior and hadn't had the time to make eyes at a girl when there were women to entertain. Not th
Goddess' POV |Two Weeks Later|"August!"Ayda rose from her bed, chest heaving, cold sweat racing down her body like field horses during harvest season.Another dream, a nightmare of the night of the Blood Moon, when she'd thought all hope was lost. It had been so real this time, but they'd always felt real when she was caught in them. It was only when she looked out her window and saw the castle grounds that she knew she was safe.That they had won.Bested Narcissa, somehow…"Ayda?"Sebastian was on high alert the moment he heard his fiancée scream. He went to her at once, wrapping his arm around her, still difficult with how deep his arm wound had been. His nightmares were quieter but no less real. He worried not about the Fenrirwulf or how close he had come to meeting death, only that he was almost faced with his greatest fear again: losing a loved one."Ayda, it was just a dream," adjusting to life after such trauma took time; he knew t
Ayda's POV "Mom, we just can't let this crazy bitch do what she likes!" Miranda paced the room. Narcissa had locked us in the lower level of the ziggurat while she went to the top t with my son in one hand and a black dagger in the other. "She's going to use what's left of the townsfolk to make a sacrifice to open up the veil enough to see the Gates of Tartarus! She's going to destroy the world, kill all of us, and herself with it. Why are you just sitting there!?""Your mother needs that herb more than life itself," Kathrine flexed her fingers, and more chains snaked around Nicolette and me. I was starting to grow worried. Nicolette hadn't woken up yet, and her wounds were still bleeding. "Would you have me watch another mate die? Do you think I could survive it a second time?""You won't need to survive it if the world ends." I thrashed harder against my bonds, my body shifting to that of a half-wolf. Bolstered by the pull of the full moon, I knew I wouldn't have near
Ayda's POV "—Better not have died—""—hadn't hit her so—""—my fault—""—what do you thi—""—being—child—"Water, colder than the ice that sometimes capped the mountains to the north of Emerald Lake, splashed me in the face, shocking me to wakefulness."Oh, good," Narcissa purred, sitting on a throne. "The simpleton is awake."We were somewhere in the temple; I could tell from the cold stone and glowing sigils that now seemed to pulse an agitated scarlet. This was different than the room with the effigies of the Goddess. To my left, I saw a flash of flamingo pink ruffles. Callia looked apologetic, holding the bucket she'd upturned on me.I could see her youngest sister Lilia near where the door was. It looked like Dahlia was holding her back, keeping her away from myself and—"Ni-Nicolette!" My throat was a sandpapery hush ripping at my vocal cords. "Ni-Ni-Nicolette!""For the Goddess's sake, WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!?"I quieted
Ayda's POV "Was there something the matter?"Nicolette had gone to the kitchens to talk to Liv after Maud's funeral. I'd been there in the beginning, offering what condolences I could until it came time to make a trek to the shrine in the woods where Kostas was having a private ceremony. At least, I had hoped it was private; other than the priestess and Sebastian, no one else had shown up for the old king. Not even his Beta."Not quite…" Nicolette glanced back, looking woefully unsure of herself. "I'm sure it's nothing but travel jitters. Don't pay me any mind…"She wasn't the only one who had strange feelings about our impending journey to Opal Moon. It was almost as if something dreadful was going to happen. Which was why, even though she objected rather loudly, I'd decided to keep Zoe at the castle. Sebastian assured me that he would keep an eye on my little sister, to which she petulantly declared she was not a child.It was hard not to ruffle her hair whe
Liv's POV They laughed too much for me to forgive them truly, all of them blue-bloods mulling about as if nothing has happened when everything has happened.Everything has changed.They scheduled Ma's funeral on the same day as the king's, and somehow that seemed fitting. Fitting that the true queen of Obsidian Moon got her just deserts with the man who had done so much to destroy her. Before Luna Alexandra, before Luna Arianna, before he'd tried his hand at touching my sister—there had been my mother.Oh, the mad codger had claimed he loved her in the beginning when they were both young and dumb, and you could fall for false words if they were sugar-coated enough. With his strawberry blond hair and golden eyes, Kostas looked like that classic fairytale prince. You would have never thought Kostas to be the spitting image of his father Philemon, wife-beater and war bringer.He'd hit Ma so hard he'd knocked out three of her teeth.But times were different,
Ayda's POV The morning came, and, to her disappointment, Nicolette wasn't cleared until tomorrow to travel by carriage per the good doctor's orders. Without someone to accompany me who was a little more trustworthy than Zoe (who was far too eager to travel about with a killer still at large), I was stuck until the next cock crow to venture again. Sebastian would have accompanied me to get our son, but he was too busy wrapped up in kingly duties to risk a few days from the castle.So, to not have the entire day wasted, I decided to keep working on my fencing lessons with Sebastian.Though I was much more careful to keep any sexiness out of it after we'd been caught the last time.Nicolette, not wanting to be trapped in her room for longer than was strictly necessary, decided that she'd join us in training. Granted, from the safe confines of the bench, hurling little throwing knives at a bull's eyes–looking miserable.I would have dispatched Zoe upon the poor wo
Ayda's POV "You are," I said, huffing, the rawhide chest protector chafing my skin horrifically even with the shirt he'd loaned me, "a terrible man. Have I told you that?""You may have," Sebastian passed me his waterskin looking unbothered in his casual clothes, olive skin aglow from the exhilaration. His hair was completely devoid of any product, left wild and free to curl around the masculine richness of his face. His Adam's apple bobbed, not clownishly large, but enough to let me know—with the broadness of his shoulders, the bit of chest hair peeking through his tunic, the svelte thickness of his thighs which led to the tight laces girding his manhood—that he was all male.And, upon girlish realization, entirely mine.Fencing was even harder than I'd imagined; the weight of even the smallest of his swords—a rapier—still commanded more stamina in me than I was used to. I wasn't necessarily weak, but given the lack of proper nutrition—skipping meals to
Ayda's POV The morning after my fight with Sebastian was far more domestic than I thought it would be. We had breakfast in the tea room rather than the dining hall as I'd expected.The informality of the seating arrangement was just what I needed.One thing I liked about my life as a commoner was how everyday practices—like meal times, reading, or even hobbies—were all done in a communal setting. A practice only those who'd endured long generational friendships based on mutual goodwill and training, or for the formality of being related to each other, were allowed the privy of in an aristocrats' home. In a commoner's home, there was no stiffy nature of formality because of decorum; one could relax and truly be as they were amongst the common people! It made all the above practices even more enjoyable in a sense and staved off the inherent loneliness that seemed to plague the castle and manors inhabited by the upper echelons of Lycan society.I suspected S
Narcissa's POV "Narcissa, please." Callia hung on me like one of those parasitic vines that choked the mighty redwoods near the Ruby Plateau in the Westerlies. "Just stay! You're not well, we don't have to go home. We could stay here, start anew!""GET OFF ME!"I bit her hard enough to break the skin, and the other two pulled her back, fearful of me. Good, they should be. For too long had I endured their endless sniveling, weighing me down with their uselessness. I didn't need ANY of them.I adjusted the hem of my new dress—white like the frozen lands of my home, lace flowers elegantly kissing my frame, and the pureness of the fetching A-line silhouette with matching cape—walked barefoot out of Opal Hill. I didn't require shoes; they would only slow me down; my legs—hidden beneath the long tulle skirt—had reverted to their true shape. Lupine and powerful, the white fur matching my look, a true werewolf queen.Had anyone seen a more beautiful woman?Someho