There seemed little point in denying my identity. “Andronika, Derrick’s daughter.” “I’m surprised you remain alive,” he said. “Many seek your death, for they do not wish to see the Southern region with an Alpha king, and even less to swear allegiance to Alpha Orion . Though I see they have all failed to kill you as they swore to do.” Tristan shifted restlessly next to me, and I wondered if he was considering the same thing as I was: whether Alpha Maximus counted himself among those who wished for my death. Weapons might not be allowed within Vanda but that wouldn’t stop his men from ambushing us outside the borders. “A bit of foresight would have told those who sought Andronika’s death that there was another path to be taken,” Tristan answered. “One worth the risks, given the gods have spoken of a future that has not yet come to pass.” The twisted phrasing felt strange in my ears, but the Alpha responded before I could give it more thought. “It’s true, then, the whispers
Alpha Maximus is not our current concern,” Lyra said, shoving Alpha Orion in the opposite direction. “Nor an immediate threat.” The woman with him is Melisande, the child of Thor, he answered. And he’ll have Theodora with him as well, both of them deadly.” I had no notion of who this Theodora might be, but a child of Thor could call lightning, and that was terrifying enough.If Lyra felt the same, she didn’t show it, only said, “Neither can use their magic within Vanda, so they are an obstacle for a later hour. We must do what we came for. All your vows of war will mean nothing if Andronika does not make her sacrifice and the gods turn on her for her failure.” Alpha Orion resisted, his eyes fixed on the door Maximus had exited, but then he growled and extracted a handful of silver coins from his pocket, which he pressed into my hands. Ask the gods for their favor. Ask them yourself was what I wanted to say, but instead, I nodded and stepped toward the statues. The h
Alpha Orion and Lyra led the group through the forest, hundreds of people heading in the same direction. Many men and women wore extravagant masks like my own, frequently accompanied by colorful hides or cloaks of feathers, which made it look like a herd of monsters approaching ritual.Tristan went to my left, his gaze straying over everyone who approached nearby. A woman marched against the flow, her face masked by a mask of raven feathers that blended into her dark hair. Tristan tensed as she approached close and my own heart skittered, seeing threats at every turn. But she only murmured, “What path do you follow?”I blinked, opening my mouth to answer her, but Tristan seized my arm and pushed me forward. “Seems like many have already indulged in mushroom tea.”I turned my eyes to where torches shone, revealing a gathering of hundreds of people standing before a massive flat rock. Drummers hammered the same pattern they had before, low and threatening, and through the tree c
I stood rigid, unable to move even if I’d wanted to, for the gods…the gods had been here. And they’d come because of me. What remained to be seen was whether that was for good or evil, as I still had no sense of what future they envisioned for me. Why do they care for the child of Freyja?Why me?As though I possessed no more intelligence than the dead bull at my feet, I gaped at the audience, wondering how many knew that this had been no tea-induced delusion. Too many, I decided, seeing eyes that peered at me with clarity. Alpha Orion ,Lyra , and their soldiers, certainly. But also Alpha Maximus, whose gaze was contemplative as he stood with his slim arms crossed at the rear of the gathering, Melisande still at his elbow. My knees were weak, urging that I sit, but thankfully Tristan had the wit to own the situation. Grabbing my bloodied hand, which still grasped the bone knife, he lifted it high. “The gods are watching,” he shouted. Do not disappoint them in your revels!”The
Rolling onto my back, I closed my eyes, focussing on the sound of Tristan ’s breathing. Except doing so forced me to think of him. Rolling onto my side again, I pulled the curtain, my breath hitching. He’d shifted onto his stomach and, ever warm, had kicked off the sleeping furs, which meant his naked back was uncovered.Go to sleep, Andronika. Except pulling my gaze from the firm lines of his broad muscles needed a stronger woman than I’d ever be. I followed the designs of his tattoos, remembering how he’d flinched when I’d touched the crimson one on the back of his neck. The tattoos on his shoulders and back were inky black, and I wondered how far down they continued once they disappeared into the waist of his trousers, and what else I’d discover if I followed their route.An aching formed between my thighs, and I bit my lip, half of me wanting to mourn that I was doomed to be an unsatisfied wife and the other part wanting to anger that it was thus. If the gods genuinely liked
My cloak was draped over a bench, so I swiftly donned it as well as one of the antlered masks on the wall, praying that others enjoying the revels still wore theirs so that I would fit in. Then I strolled out into the night.Moving through the trees, I scanned the shadows, wishing to scream Tristan ’s name but knowing that to do so would invite unwanted attention. So instead I muttered, “Tristan ? Tristan ?” then out of desperation, “Lyra ?”Nothing.I needed to find Alpha Orion and the rest of the troops. Needed to tell them what had transpired so they might help in the hunt. But beyond knowing Alpha Orion ’s plan to meet with other Alphas, I had no idea where to find him.Stepping closer to the revels surrounding the fires, I sought familiar faces, wondering now why my parents had never brought me to Vanda. Everywhere I looked, men and women lurched around, either drunk or high on other substances, and those who weren’t moving about were coupling in full view. Not only in pairs,
I jerked free from my assailant, throwing my fist against the shadowy face, only to stop short when I recognized Tristan in the dark. “What are you doing out here, Andronika?” he screamed. “Anyone could take you.” Relief rushed through my veins, yet it was replaced by discomfort. “Where did you go?”There was someone I needed to speak to,” he continued. When I returned to the hall, you were gone. I’ve been looking for you. Where have you been?”“Looking for you,and spying. I blurted out, “Lyra is working with Alpha Maximus.” He went motionless.What are you talking about? I overheard them speaking in the Hall of the Gods, I muttered. “She’s conspiring with him to kill you so that Alpha Orion will have to name Owen his heir.” Silence.Slowly, Tristan questioned, “You saw Lyra speaking to Alpha Maximus?” We didn’t have time for this. We needed to find King Ragnar. “I didn’t see her, but I heard enough of the conversation. I…” My remarks stopped off, since through the trees, soldiers
I would have him and this as well. Would savour this moment straight up to the second I was caught, then fight.And I would treat these guys mercilessly for taking this moment away from me."We have to see her face.”I tightened in response to the demand. But Tristan scowled and said, "She's occupied." Now go away before I upset Vadan's tranquility.Hiding my face would only raise suspicions, so instead I trusted that the mask would do its duty and reared back, my shoulders slamming against the tree. “Shut up and lay with me,” I gasped loudly. Both warriors gaped at my breast rather than my disguised face, and I quietly appreciated the predictability of males.But they didn’t leave.Go left, half of me pleaded, but that sensible voice was drowned out by the wanton part of me demanding that Tristan see this performance through. The part of me that craved his cock deep inside me. It was she who won. She who rode him like a wild animal, released creeping ever closer. Yet the guys rema
My bed was undulating under me, rising and sinking as though I’d had too much to drink, the sensation sending a rush of nausea through me. “Tristan,” I muttered, attempting to reach out to him. Except I couldn’t move my arms, scratchy rope locking my wrists together. My eyes jerked awake and brightness pierced into them like knives. At first, all I could see was white, but as I furiously blinked, my eyesight cleared to show the hull of a ship, booted legs all around me. Memory entered my head, of Alpha Maximus and his men arriving in the cavern. Of the reality of Tristan’s allegiances being revealed. Of corpses on the ground all around me, dead by my curse. Of Philomela, blowing smoke into my face as she betrayed her real loyalties. “Good to see you’re finally awake, Andronika . Alpha Maximus’words entered my ears, and I turned over, gazing up to meet his light gray stare. Where am I? “On a ship,” he said with a slight smirk, teasing me with the obvious. Then he lift
Good morning, Andronika .Alpha Maximus grinned, tucking a curl of golden brown hair behind his ear.It fills my heart with joy to see you hale and healthy after such a terrifying plunge. I confess, we feared the worst when Melisande knocked you into the water. But I should’ve known better than to distrust Tristan.” To distrust Tristan. His words pierced into my heart, locking me in place even as I heard Tristan emerge out of the cave behind me. Felt him take in the image of Alpha Maximus with his soldiers standing nonchalantly behind him, Tristan’s voice stiff as he said, “Why are you here?” A question I was profoundly worried he already knew the answer to. “We feared you might have been injured, so rather than allowing you to bring her to us, we came in search. Alpha Maximus took a step closer.While I understand your actions, they were too risky by far.You may have both been killed.” A low drone of noise filled my ears and sickness twisted in my gut, ideas rising and fal
I woke to morning light peeping in through the branches Tristan had used to hide the entrance to the cave, my ears filled with the sounds of trickling water, chirping, and Tristan breathing in my ear, still asleep.A joyful smile bloomed on my face, the purest kind of bliss widening my chest, and if not for the strain on my bladder, I’d have allowed myself to fall back to sleep. Sighing, I carefully lifted the thick arm draped over my belly, the fact that he didn’t so much as twitch telling to the depth of his sleep.Outside, morning had already come and gone, the sun over the horizon and the summer air heated. Nothing stirred except the light breeze in the trees, yet I heard the chatter of squirrels as they yelled at me for interrupting the quiet of the morning. Taking care of my requirements, I crept back into the cave to find Tristan still asleep, eyelashes dark where they rubbed against suntanned skin, his hair a tangled mess.As was mine.Frowning at the tangle that was my braids
I groaned softly as he put a finger inside of me, felt his chest rise as he discovered my moisture, my yearning. The thought began to stray as my blood raced quicker through my veins, his cock firm against my behind as he pleasured me. He’d told me everything I needed to know— that he wanted the future I dreamt of for us, and all that was left was for me to believe that he’d never lie to me.And I did trust him.More than anyone. Everyone else lied and twisted and used me to attain their aims or to protect themselves, leaving me cold and alone, but never Tristan. He was ever and always the rock at my back. My love. My life.Twisting in his arms, I straddled him, my knees pressed against the furs as his hands massaged my thighs. Firelight lighted half his face, the other half shadowy, but all of it so lovely I felt I would weep. “I love you,” I said, bending forward to kiss him. I trust you.And I wanted him.The urge to be filled throbbed deep in my sex. I stroked against him, slick
Every bit of me for all of eternity. I held his neck as he slammed into me again and again, with each stroke the base of him pushing against the region his thumb had abandoned. My claws ripped his skin, my heels pressing into the tight muscle of his arse as I dragged him into me, my climax teetering on the verge.Tristan kissed me, our teeth smashing together with the power of it, his tongue running over mine as he pushed into me, breathing hot and quick. Then his hands grasped my hips, nearly dragging me off the rock as he thrust deep.Release burst over me like a storm. Like a hurricane that would break the earth apart, my body quivered as it bathed me in ecstasy, drawing me back under each time I breached the surface. Never had I felt anything like that, the feeling washing away sight even as it drenched me in color, my ears full with the sound of my name on Tristan’s lips as he climaxed, flowing into me in a deluge hotter than the seas we swam in.He buried his face in my neck, mo
Tristan murmured my name as I stroked him root to tip, and heat that had nothing to do with the hot springs erupted in my core. The side of my palm caressed my slippery sex as I pumped his length, and I leaned back, thrusting into it even as I felt my climax grow. I want you in me,” I whispered, but Tristan seized hold of my wrists, his voice a snarl as he replied,I think first I must prove my worth, love.In that moment I may have sworn that nothing could flame my desire more than the way he’d shouted love, but then Tristan took me farther into the cavern, putting me down on a slope of rock worn smooth by water running from another chamber above. It was nearly hot enough to burn, running in rivulets of fire over my throat and breasts, between my legs, but I hardly felt it when Tristan split my legs wide, exposing me.A breath kept too long within my lungs, shuddered free as I glanced at him, massive and powerful as a god between my legs, ready for him to plunge into me. Waiting for
And lest he misinterpret my message, I seized hold of my mail and raised it over my head, tossed it aside, the tunic and undershirt I wore beneath fast following, baring my peaked breasts. Tristan snarled, his eyes black as he sank to his knees, grabbing the tip of one of my breasts in his teeth. I gasped as he sucked it deep, teeth nibbling to the point I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or agony, just that my thighs were sticky with the yearning for more.Not just more of his hands and lips on me, but mine on him. I wanted to taste that taut tattooed skin, to dig my claws into the firm curve of his muscles, to run my palm over his huge cock.So I pushed him back, stepping down into the pool, the heat of the water searing my skin as I backed further. “It’s hot,” I mumbled, reaching down to remove one shoe and then the other, flinging them past Tristan even as I held him in place with my eyes.As I took a step further, the water came to just above my hip bones. I unlaced my trousers,
Your father didn’t visit?” Tristan’s jaw was constricted. “Only when he wished for answers from her. My existence was the source of a great deal of friction between Lyra and him, so he never took me to Mystic Rune pack.”I hesitated, then added, “Did they not suspect you had god’s blood? My mother knew. He swallowed. “She forbade me to speak Thor’s name. One of my first recollections is of mom telling me that to do so would set me on the path to losing people I loved to fire and ash.He shook his head. “She painted these visions in my head of people screaming, people dying, and everything was always burning.”It was hard to hear that. Not only because she’d been correct, but in the attempt to prevent the doom she’d prophesied for him, Sage had filled her child’s brain with horrors that I felt persisted even now.“I was asleep one night,” he said.My mother shook me awake and told me to hide, pushing me under some blankets in a chest. Moments later, I heard a man’s voice. Heard him m
My stomach surged to my throat, my eyes plunging, down, down to the lethal froth of water and pebbles. A scream erupted but as it tore from my lips, it was Hlin’s and Freyja's name that spilled forth.Magic rushed from my hands, first enveloping Tristan and then my own body with silver light. A heartbeat later, we hit.Even with their protection, the impact forced the air from my lungs. And there was nothing to fill them as we soared higher, then ,we were pushed down into the riverbed again, the water trapping us in its ceaseless churn.Spinning us around and around till I didn’t know which way was up. My elbows touched rock but instead of the water drawing me higher in its relentless loop, Tristan tightened his grasp on me, pushing me along the riverbed.I needed to breathe.Desperate, I battled his grasp. I needed to reach the surface. Needed a gulp of oxygen even if it meant the falls taking me back under a second later.Tristan pulled my arms to my ribs, pulling me along the river