An enchanted castle full of secrets, a rite of passage she cannot avoid, an arranged marriage she’ll do anything to get out of. Bexley isn’t like ordinary girls. She’d rather be studying animals than flirting with men. It’s too bad her stepfather insists she pay attention to Garth, a meathead who only wants her to make babies and clean his house. On her twenty-first birthday, like all women in her village, she’s ordered to the castle to meet with the Alpha King. For someone who didn’t even know wolf shifters existed, it’s all a shock, especially when she sees the twisted body of King Canaan. Canaan is used to keeping secrets, so it’s not difficult for him to keep them from Bexley—like the fact that she’s his mate, so she can never leave. But the king has enemies. Not only is the witch that cursed him still out there, when Garth shows up leading a band of villagers who want to kill him, he’ll have to fight against his own people. Unless Bexley can find a way to stop them. It might help if she knew the truth about herself. When she discovers her true identity, nothing in the kingdom will ever be the same. If you enjoy fairy tale retelling with a wolf shifter twist, you’ll love this new series by the author of The Alpha King’s Breeder and The Vampire King’s Feeder.
View More*Canaan*Bexley’s dark eyes are wide with terror as she stands pressed against the wall in the infirmary. For the first time in ages, I don’t feel like I’m the only one in the room who doesn’t want anyone to look at them.I speak first, knowing exactly how she feels. “It’s okay, Bexley.”She shakes her head, that mortified look on her face not fading. “It really is.” Justin sets the needle and thread he was trying to use to sew Ellison's wound aside, no longer needing it, and takes a few steps closer to her. She tries to back away, but she can’t. “Bexley, you healed his wound. With your hands.”Once more, she shakes her head furiously. “No. That’s not possible. I don’t know what happened. It must’ve been… the orange juice I drank for breakfast. It must’ve… spilled on my hands.”“Damn, I need to get myself some more of that orange juice,” Ellison jokes, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn’t work. He picks up his shirt, which is bloodied and has a small hole in it, and stands. “Thanks
*Bexley*After breakfast, I go back to my room for a warm cloak and mittens. I decide against wearing a hat, even though I know I’ll be colder without it. I don’t want to look silly in front of the king.Anna is at my door as I bound out. She smiles and says, “I thought maybe it would be helpful if I show you to the gardens, dear.”“That would be wonderful.”We walk down the same staircase as usual and down the hallways I’m familiar with until we are almost at the atrium, and then she turns a different direction down a path I’ve never explored . As we go, we chat. She asks about my mother, and I ask about her duties here at the castle since she’s already told me she has no family. She’s so sweet, and being around her is sort of like having a mother or a grandmother here, even with mine so far away.We arrive at an exterior door, and she pushes it open. &ld
*Bexley*The castle ballroom has an ethereal glow to it. Shimmery and clouded with a blanket of mist, I step into the center of the floor, my long blue ball gown billowing around me. The faces of the crowd around me are obscured by the mist. They don’t quite come into focus, but that’s okay. None of them are important. I hear their cheers above the sound of the orchestra playing in the corner, which I cannot see. It’s all so wispy and dreamlike. I feel like I’m floating on air.A man steps through the crowd, his face the only one I can see. His smile is genuine, his hazel eyes twinkling in the sparkling candlelight. He’s unbelievably handsome with his blonde hair tied back and a dazzling smile. His royal blue suit is fitted, showing off his rippling biceps as he extends a hand to me.I slip my fingers into his, and he pulls me close, and I can feel his heart beating beneath my palm as we begin to dance. “You&rsqu
*Bexley*Warm light bathes Canaan’s form as he turns on the light next to us. I don’t make a sound. Not a gasp. Not a whimper. Not a sigh. Nothing.I’ve prepared myself for this moment. Over the last several days as I’ve explored the castle and spoken to his staff and friends, I’ve gotten an idea of what he looks like now.The portrait in the library? The handsome man I’ve been hoping to see in my dreams? That’s what he used to look like. I only got a glimpse of that painting, but I know that was him.This is him now.His description of himself is pretty spot on, though I don’t see any slobber, and his tongue isn’t hanging out of his mouth as I expected it to be. He does appear to be caught in a transformation. His shoulders aren’t even, like his spine is twisted, with one higher than the other. His fur isn’t patchy that I can see. It’s a lovely gold color, similar to the hair I saw in the painting. He does have large fangs that don’t fit inside his mouth when it’s closed, as it is no
*Canaan*Several days have passed since Bexley first arrived at the castle. I’ve been trying to talk myself into visiting with her, but it’s been too difficult. The more time that slips away, the more desperate the situation becomes. Finally, I decide I have to bite the bullet and do something. She can’t get to know me if I never see her, and while Ellison and the others tell me she asks about me, I haven’t seen her in person in far too long. It’s time to remedy that, so I’ve called in the experts.“Ask her questions, but don’t be too nosy,” Olive suggests. “Take an interest in her, but don’t pry.”“And compliment her,” Naomi offers. “But make sure it sounds genuine.”“Don’t mention her boobs, though. No girl wants to hear a guy thinks she has nice tits. It just makes us feel like meat,” Olive insists.“I would never
*Canaan*“It’s fine. You can send it.” I slide Bexley’s letter back into the envelope and hand it to Justin. “How is she doing?”“She’s fine, I think.” He changes his position in the chair across from my desk, and I can tell he has more to say. “The girls have slipped up a few times, talking about mates and the like, but Bexley seems to think that’s just how we talk here.”“That is how we talk here,” I say with a shrug. “As long as no one has mentioned the curse or what she needs to do to break it, I think we’re fine.”“I’m certain no one has said that,” he assures me. “Although… she did walk into the library as David was covering your portrait. Anna thinks she may have caught a glimpse of it.”“Shit,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face.“And she certainly saw the one o
*Bexley*Books. Thousands of them—maybe hundreds of thousands of them—line the shelves of this magnificent room. It’s two-stories tall with an endless amount of shelves, some quaint looking seating areas, and a roaring fireplace. In the distance, I see a wide window with a gorgeous view of what must be the back gardens Ellison was telling me about. I cover my mouth as I stand there and take it all in. Best of all, even from where I’m standing, I can see an area dedicated to zoology.“Miss Bexley!” Anna calls from across the room. I turn in her direction to see David on a ladder tall enough to reach the highest books, but he’s not at a bookshelf. He has a large white sheet in is hand, and he’s attempting to drape it over a huge painting on the wall. I scan the room and see two other such paintings already covered. In the distance, another hangs untouched. It’s a portrait of an older couple with their arms around one another. They look regal, dressed in fancy clothes with referred expre
*Bexley*Ellison is angry at me. It’s clear from the way he marches away from me, leaving me to rush to keep up. If I thought it was difficult to match his strides when we were going to the king’s office, it’s at least twice as hard now .When we get to the grand staircase, a maid is waiting there for me. “Will you show Miss Kessler to her room, please?”She bows in compliance, and he turns to walk away.“Ellison!” I shout after him. He stops but doesn’t turn to look at me. “I’m sorry.”Slowly, he turns around, that angry scowl still etched in his face. “Are you? Do you have any idea what you just did?”“Yes, I do,” I tell him. “I should’ve never—”“I don’t think you have any fucking idea what you did, Bexley.”The woman next to me cowers a bit at his use of such a powerful swear word.
*Canaan*I trace Bexley’s movement to the door and see what she’s about to do. Cursing under my breath, I take preventative measures and scramble through the door behind my desk that leads to another office just as the room is bathed in bright light. Moving quickly is difficult when I’ve been sitting for so long, but necessity increased my speed, and I just manage to get my tale through the door when she flips the light switch.Had I underestimated her at all, I’d still be sitting at that desk, and she’d be running from the castle in horror. Thankfully, I’ve figured out who Bexley is already, and I know never to trust her.“Where did he go?” I hear her whisper as she takes a few more steps around the office. I silently slip the lock into place and hope she doesn’t have some other means of forcing her way into the room.She doesn’t even approach my desk again. I hear her over by the
*Bexley*A pair of eyes stares at me from between two large trees in the middle of the dense forest behind our house. I stare right back, squinting through my binoculars to try to get a better look. I’ve never seen a female white-tail quite so large. I wish I could get a little closer so I could see her markings more clearly, but she’s hidden well behind the leaves of the trees, and it’s clear she’s spotted me. If I make one wrong move, she’s likely to bolt away, leaving me standing here staring at nothing but dense foliage. Still, I’m not seeing much at this angle, so perhaps I should hazard moving a little nearer.Carefully, I inch forward, doing my best not to make a sound. I avoid the crunchy leaf piles that litter the ground. It’s nearly winter; we should be having our first snow soon. Then, it will be easier to move undetected, but for now, I have to be careful.I slide to my right, leaning up a bit onto my toes, and I can almost see her back clearly when I hear the crackle of a...
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