AvaChris’s eyes were wide as he looked down at the tiny bundle in my arms. I couldn’t help but beam, thrusting little Estella toward him.“Isn’t she beautiful?” I asked. “Her name is Estella.”Pursing his lips, Chris stepped forward and peered at the baby, who was sound asleep in my arms. He took o
“Alpha Winston,” I began with a polite curtsy, but he cut me off with a snarl.“Don’t patronize me. Give me my child,” he demanded. The maid quickly took the baby from my arms, whisking her away. I saw the maid’s eyes meet mine, full of apology. I offered her a reassuring nod.But then, before eithe
AvaI paced my cell, my bare feet cold against the stone floor. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Surely, Winston wouldn’t actually sentence us to death. It seemed impossible that a modern-day Alpha, no matter how old-fashioned, would resort to such extreme measures.But the cold fury i
“I thought I’d lost you,” I murmured into his chest.He pulled back, cupping my face in his hands. “Never.”The maid cleared her throat softly. “We need to keep moving.”We hurried down the tunnel, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the rough stone walls. The air grew colder as we de
AvaIt was only as the first light of dawn began to break through the trees that Chris and I finally dared to slow our pace to a walk. We had been running for hours, our wolf forms carrying us far from the danger of Winston’s castle, and hadn’t stopped running, even when the guards had given up thei
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we crossed into Moonstone pack lands and I finally felt like I could breathe. As we pulled up to the front of my little cottage, I felt tears of relief prick at the backs of my eyes.Home. We were finally home. And the blight hadn’t ravaged it yet.I practi
AvaChris kicked the door open, sending it banging against the wall with a loud crash. I couldn’t help but giggle and smack him playfully on the arm as he carried me into the bedroom.“Hey,” I laughed, “watch it. You’d better not leave a hole in my wall.”Chris merely smirked, setting me down on the
AvaI lay with my head on Chris’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The stress and fear of the past few days seemed to melt away in the comfort of our bed, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. Chris’s fingers lazily traced patterns on my bare shoulder, sending pleasant shiv