I looked at her on purpose. /Course you did/ Alba scoffed as I tried to convince him for the hundredth time on the drive home that I know what I’m doing. I’d fallen asleep almost immediately after leaving Foxton, no surprise after an entire night on the balcony. Rhett said nothing, perhaps he knew why I looked like shit, from sitting out in every form of weather waiting for those two precious minutes with her. /Worth it/ Alba growled contentedly and I smiled to myself. Her beautiful face, the way it tilted up towards me with so much trust and adoration. The way just grabbing her to me made a little desperate pant escape and a blush rise to her cheeks. Fuck. Time to focus. Not that I’d managed to do that when it became time to leave. When Luna Gwyneth came in for the flirty farewell I had to look across, even though Kate looked nothing like herself. She looked like a fucking candlestick to be honest, trussed up in all that silk and gold. But it was still Kate. Underneath the s
Trundling back into Greenway, I should have been enchanted by the huge thick trees and opulent buildings leading to the Packhouse. Every imposing tree trunk just reminded me of prison bars. Every tree is a barrier between me and Fyrestone. Thankfully Austin and Zaw were immediately interested in the latest correspondence and palace news. I spotted Mina directing a dozen servants, all carrying huge bags and trunks of precious jewels with military precision. Now the Conference has concluded, Austin will not care about every single thing I do. I hope so anyway. When I passed Mina, her blue eyes widened and a wide smile beamed across her face. I gave her a small smile back. Even though I hate Greenway, Minahas been one of the few lights. Back in my small room I stripped off as much of the clunking gold and jewels as possible. "You're back?" as the face and beautiful round, blue eyes of Seraphine appeared at the door. Her hair tumbled down in shimmering brown ringlets, her lips curled i
Heading down the cobbled path with Rose gave me a strange sense of Déjà vu. We had done this only a few months ago. Late at night, the scent of citrus and sweet fuchsia flowers mixed upon the dusky evening air we had strolled, close siblings, able to trust one another. I had declared I would stand up for her, make sure I would do everything I could to prevent her being in an arranged marriage to Austin. Now I was here to find out just how much she had deliberately ruined a young woman’s life. “Much further?” Rose asked, her eyes glued downwards to the cobbles. She wore a long black dress, covered in slashes and chains. After being dolled up like a toy for the Conference she was back in full punk mode. Her short dark hair was a mess of wild curls and her ears covered in new piercings. I was in my leather jacket, unzipped, grey shirt underneath. “Just into the orchard, did you do all those piercings yourself?” “Roxie, we were bored at Foxton,” she shrugged nonchalantly. /Fantastic/
Rose was out of the picture, leaving just the three of us. Friends since boyhood yet it felt as though I was meeting Glenn for the first time. This was the guy who had been there when my mother died. He physically picked me up, and with Rhett carried me outside the packhouse into this orchard. I screamed myself hoarse that day, such emotions forbidden by my father in his presence. Now grown men, he stood as surly and miserable as a teenager, hands shoved into his green hoodie front pocket and eyes studying the floor. “Glenn, what do you have to say?” “Nothing. You heard Rose. That’s what happened. I followed the Luna Princesses orders.” “Glenn, you’ve been my best friend for so long…don’t make me do this.” “Do what?” /Here we go/ Alba said, as I took another plunge, let’s destroy another relationship tonight. Sighing I pushed my black hair from my forehead and simply said. “Why did you tell Kate to head to Greenway? Why would you send her to Austin!” This time Rhett lost contro
Now I have the amulet back I feel safer, Austin is still using me for meetings, but the suspicion has lessened. Over the past couple of weeks I have most of my meals with Seraphine and Mina. I laugh sometimes. I have a routine. I am assembling the fragments of a life here in Greenway. It is all necessary to provide a cover for my true intentions. Every time a meeting ends and I head down to the library to add to the records I open a filing cabinet drawer. There is no apparent logic to the previous scribe’s system. Random years, random topics spill out as I take a couple of minutes each day to try and find whatever it is I need to help Dex. In the two weeks since we returned, I have gone through just one silver filing cabinet, another two dozen to go, plus the meters of bulging wooden shelving, plus the lockboxes. I need to get faster but the howling anguish of Hugo reminds me of the price I will pay for being found rooting through these documents. Just as I finish putting away some
In the reflection of the mirror I tried to use my free hand to touch the wound, to check if I could just wipe it away. He had nicked my neck with his silver blade, something no shifter can heal. Alpha Austin instead raised his knife, pointing it towards my fingers, that were blocking his view of my injury. Slowly I lifted my hand away, watching his moves in the mirror instead of looking directly at his face. Like a dance, I was his prey trying not to get caught yet he wanted me scared enough to thrill him. His blue eyes were racing with purple, his wolf loving every second. He sniffed, the metallic scent of my blood now in the air. With my hand removed he took away the knife and used the same hand to push my face into his. Forcing his tongue into my mouth for a couple of seconds as I squirmed, he pushed my face away. Roughly licking the blood from my neck like a rabid dog I fought against his touch, trying not to cry at the sensation of his tongue on my skin. In struggling I accide
I have ditched Berlarot before but I mean it this time. I can’t keep having my emotions toyed with like that. What happened with Alpha Austin was dangerous. It was me making the decisions and talking the talk but the drive to send me down those stairs and throw myself at a man I’d never met. That wasn’t me. I can be confident and sexual but it was like he turned those aspects of me up to full volume, removing my instinct to not die at the hands of a psychopath. I’ve spent almost every hour since arriving on campus lusting after Alpha Dex and then a switch flicks and suddenly I want Austin? Berlarot is messing with me and it’s pissing me off. I don’t know much more of my life he is tampering with as even Felix seems to be cooling off I can’t decide if the distance between Felix and I is a good or a bad thing as I lay on my bed with sad radio tunes matching my mood. Seeing as I never really wanted him anyway it’s probably good. Then some days he randomly wraps his huge, solid arms
The day after the orchard showdown I had to visit my father. He had no idea the ground he thought secure was turning to quicksand around him. He hardly left his office these days anyway. He left the touring and inspections of towns to his Beta’s. They were too lazy to report any real issues, so our decline was picking up pace. He was slowing down, an aging, battle worn shifter, yet he was fighting it every step of the way. “Father, we need to talk,” stepping into his cool white office where he sat imperiously, a crisp white shirt hinting at the jet black web of tattoos underneath. “Dex,” gesturing to the chair. Before I could speak, he started. “Look, I know this Conference was tough for you, seeing…her again, but you did good."I decided to wait it out before adding any opinion of my own. I’m learning slowly, listening is better than charging. “Anyway, after you left the second night, Eduardo and I had a chat. He believes Austin is very serious about attacking Highton. Luna Gwyn