Exactly what do you wish to achieve? he asked Alpha Orion. You want proof she can’t fight? Here—” He swung at me. I fell back with a cry, tripping on a root and falling on my arse, dropping my weapon.
There’s your proof. Send her back to her mate and the fish. That is not the proof I seek, Alpha Orion responded, and my stomach flipped with the worry that this would cost me far more than pride.
I got to my feet to discover that the other warriors had my brother by the arms, holding him back. Carspey sniggered from beyond. To first blood, then? Tristan demanded. There was rage in his voice, the flames of his axe blazing with intensity. He didn’t want this fight, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it to prove his loyalty.
To do otherwise risked terrible consequences, which I doubted he would be ready to incur for a lady he didn’t know. No. Alpha Orion dismounted and transferred the reins of his horse to another warrior before crossing his arms.
To the death. My stomach sank, and the world around me suddenly became too light. To the death? This is madness,” Tristan hissed. “You’d have me kill this woman? Why? Alpha Orion gestured at Carspey wants a new mate? Carspey is a child of Njord. He is a man of importance, and he’s shown his loyalty.
I was no longer convinced that this was about me. Or if it was about Tristan. Or maybe it was about something else entirely. The only thing I knew for certain was that dread strangled me, refusing to give me a voice.
And I haven’t? Tristan lifted his blazing axe, and Alpha Orion had the wits to take a hesitant step backward. I’ve done everything you ever asked of me.
Then there is one more thing? Alpha Orion tilted his head. You will do this, or you will give back your armband and go into exile, no longer my son in name or in spirit. And lest you think your sacrifice will spare this pathetic excuse of a wolf. know that it will not.
I’ll only have someone else fight in your stead.” The muscles in Tristan’s jaw came out in striking relief and his emerald eyes were pinched with rage, yet he offered a tight nod.
Fine.
Andronika! my brother yelled.
Run!
I couldn’t unfreeze from where I stood. I couldn’t conceive of what I might accomplish to withdraw both me and Declan from this circumstance with our lives.
The only path I saw was to fight. And to win. What if I kill him? I half expected Alpha Orion to chuckle, but he merely lifted one shoulder. If you kill Tristan, Andronika, I’ll pull that armband from his corpse and put it on you.
You may have his position in my ship when we sail on summer raids, and his portion of the wealth that comes with it. I lifted my chin, hating that there was part of me that sensed the appeal of such a prize. And a divorce from Carspey.”
That pulled a chuckle from Alpha Orion’s lips, and he glanced at Carspey. “Do you agree to the end of this marriage?” My mate sneered. Gladly.The prospects of me overcoming a legendary warrior such as Tristan were small. It was made even slimmer yet by him being gifted by Thor. However conflicts were unexpected, and I was not without talent.
Fine. Alpha Orion nodded, then looked to the gorgeous woman looking from her horse. We will have a song of this, Philomela. One way or another.” “As you say, my lord, the woman said, curiosity building in her eyes as she met my stare.
Whatever was going on here, she knew no more than I did. Rolling my shoulders to relax the tension in them, I murmured to one of the still-mounted warriors, “Might I have used your shield?” He shrugged, then reached to unhook it from his saddle.
This will not save you, he continued. “But anyone willing to fight Tristan has earned their place in the Underworld.” His comments reinforced my power as I took the shield, grasping the handle behind the thick steel boss, but I showed none of my confidence as I circled Tristan.
The heat from his axe gathered moisture on my brow, yet he looked unharmed by it. Must be undamaged by it, because he held naked fire with his bare hand. “Sorry for this, Andronika,” he murmured.
May Odin himself greet you with a full cup. I’m sure he will. I smiled softly. Because you’ll warn him to be ready for me when you arrive. Which will be sooner than you think.”
A grin split his face, and for a heartbeat, I once again saw the man who’d flirted with me on the beach. If I somehow managed to murder him, I would not like it, but it didn’t mean I’d delay with a killing blow.
Tristan glanced over his shoulder at Carspey . “You’re a fool to, I struck. My sword sliced at his midsection, but some sixth sense must have warned him because Tristan wrenched away at the last second, the tip of my blade snagging just the fabric of his shirt. Pacing in a circle, he eyed me. “This wasn’t how I thought it would go.”
Fate cares little for your opinion on how things should go. Blood roared in my veins, my eyes leaping to the burning axe, though I knew it wasn’t what I should be looking for.
Knew it was the eyes and the body, not the weapon, that led. All that is and all that will be is already woven by the gods.” I cut at him again, our weapons colliding and his strength sending me stumbling.
“If you are going to proselytize, best to be correct about it.” He deflected another swipe of my blade but did not launch any strike of his own.
My fate is my own to weave. Because he had god’s blood in his veins. I knew that. Knew it well, because Carspey often bragged about that power despite it being impossible to prove.
Then it will be a fate decided by your father, for it seems you do what he tells you to.
Anger erupted in Tristan’s glare and I attacked again, blade striking hard at his ribs. He danced out of the way, far faster than I’d have thought for a man of his stature.
He gave flames flared over my blade, and I pulled it away, preventing another blow of his axe with my shield.
The blade buried in the wood below the boss and I dug in my heels as he ripped it free, the effort nearly wrenching the shield from my hand. But worse, the scent of burned wood flooded my nose, smoke billowing where the shield had ignited.
Yet I didn’t dare drop it. Fear rushed through me, my body wet with sweat and everything seemed too bright. I needed to attack now before a fire forced me to drop my protection.
Before my strength failed me.Show your worth, Tristan, Alpha Orion hissed. Show her what it means to fight!” My breath came in fast pants as I swung again and again, knowing that my only chance was to win. To kill him, as much as I didn’t want to.
Why are you doing this? I asked Alpha Orion between gasps. What do you have to gain from my death? I gain nothing from your death,” he said. So fight! None of this made sense.
Tristan alone appeared to agree. There’s no sport to this contest. It’s nothing more than this weasel-cocked fishmonger wanting bigger guys to punish his mate for his shortcomings beneath the furs.”
“I plowed her nightly,Carspey yelled. “It’s her fault!” “Perhaps you plowed the wrong field! Tristan laughed and moved out of the way of my swing, slamming his axe against my shield as though batting a fly.
My indignation burned bright, less for the crass inference and more for the fact he wasn’t even giving me the honor of trying. Lemon juice made quick work of any seed his prick had to sow.”
Probably not wise to give on my secret.gods, Carspey,” he laughed. The world is truly better off without your progeny if you don’t question why your woman tastes of lemons.”
Tastes?
I froze, staring at Tristan, who gave me a gentle smile.“Seems he was most definitely doing it wrong.Tristan, shut up!” Alpha Orion paced in a circle around us.Kill her now or I’m going to cut out your tongue to silence you.
The laughter slipped away from Tristan’s eyes. “I wish fate had been kinder to you, Andronika .” Without warning, he attacked. Gone were the halfhearted swats and facile parries, and in their stead came hard blows that drove me staggering. I thought I knew how to fight. What it would be like to be in real combat. Nothing could have prepared me for the awareness that no matter how hard I swung, how quickly I parried, the end was coming for me. My shield burned, smoke and heat searing my eyes, but I didn’t dare drop it. Angie attacked again. I attempted to defend, but his axe got hold of my sword and wrenched it from my fingers, sending it spinning into the trees. This was it. This was the moment. Yet Tristan paused, backing back instead of rushing in for the kill. A killer, certainly. But not a murderer. “Get it over with,” Alpha Orion yelled. “You’ve dragged this out long enough. Kill her!” I was terrified. So dreadfully scared that when I drew in breath after desperate b
Alpha Orion signaled for his troops to pull Declan to his feet. “You will keep your ring and place, Declan, but we must address the matter of your loyalty. You knew I sought a daughter of Freyja yet said nothing to me of your sister, despite knowing the goddess’s blood flowed in her veins. For that, you must be punished.” He hefted the axe he had.“No!” The yell tore from my lips, shrill with panic. “You gave your word!” I went to step between them, but Tristan was faster. He caught me about the waist, hauling me backward until my shoulder blades smashed into his chest. “He won’t kill him,” he murmured in my ear, breath hot. “Once it is done, it will be done. Don’t get in the way.” “Let me go!” I resisted and fought, trying to slam my heels down on his boots, but he merely lifted me off my feet like a child. “Declan !” My brother stood straight-backed with his chin up. Accepting his fate. Alpha Orion swung. The flat of the blade struck my brother in the shin, th
“Easy, Andronika .” His voice was low and gentle. “The poultice will take away the pain.” I pulled in a strained breath. “Tristan,” someone whispered, “this is—” “I know,” he interrupted. “We need to hurry.” The haste intensified my terror, but I needed to see. Needed to know how horrible it was. “Let me see” His jaw stiffened. “Andronika” I lifted my chin from his grip and looked down. The flesh of my wrist and hand was coated with a thick crimson paste, but not my palm. Because my palm… The skin was gone. I stared at the blackened pile of ash, gagged, then twisted and vomited, the world swimming. “I warned you.” Tristan put a cloth across my burns, then stooped down, his arms going behind my knees and shoulders. “I can walk,” I protested, though it might have been a lie. “I’m sure you can.” He raised me as though I weighed no more than a kid, placing me against his chest. “But this will give you a better story for Philomela to sing about. You always want a good story
Nausea rolled up inside me, and I wrenched from Tristan’s embrace to vomit, though all that came up was bile. The force of it forced me to my knees and would’ve seen my hand planted into the dirt if Tristan hadn’t caught my elbow, holding it aloft. “Lovely.” Luna Lyra heaved out a breath. “Bring her inside. Assuming she lives, this will be her home now.” Home. As Tristan hoisted me, careful not to touch my hand, my gaze flew to the skyscraper we stood before. A huge hall. Though structured the same as any other home, this structure was twice the height of any I’d ever seen, the planks forming the walls carved with runes and knotwork, and the double entrances huge enough to allow five men to enter at once. Tristan directed me toward one of the numerous cots in the room. I lay down, the furs under me thick and plush, as were those Tristan put over me, though they did nothing to drive away the frost. I shuddered and shook, most of the water from the cup he held to my mout
Better? Seraphina questioned. I could still feel the burns, but they no longer made me want to scream. “Yes,” I whispered, melting into a peculiar sense of bliss. As though I was in a trance. Is it your magic that I am feeling? I knew little about the magic of the offspring of Eir for they were rare and usually served Alphas.“No.” Seraphina smiled. “Just a flower with many uses.” “Don’t get used to it, Andronika. That flower has been the downfall of many,” Tristan said, and my gaze drifted to his face, uncaring that I was unabashedly staring at him.“It’s unnatural for someone to have such a beautiful face.” One of his eyebrows rose. “I cannot tell if that was meant as a compliment or an insult.” “I’m not sure,” I murmured, having an unexplainable need to touch him to test if he was real or if I was imagining him. “When I saw you coming out of the water, I thought for a moment that Baldur had escaped Helheim, for you couldn’t possibly be human.” I think your bit of smo
I sat up, the furs enveloping me sliding away. My clothing was marred with blood and bits of ash, smelt of sweat and fish, but that was the least of my concerns as I glanced down at my hand. It was still coated with moss, but the plant was now dry and lifeless. I gently touched the moss with my left palm, equal parts desperate and scared to see what lay beneath. “I told you the gods favored you,” a voice remarked, and I straightened to see Alpha Orion standing close to the hangings separating the space from the rest of the hall. “They wished for you to be revealed by fire, not to be consumed by it.” I wasn’t persuaded it was true, considering my circumstances, but I kept my lips quiet as he crossed over to the bed. Without asking, he ripped the moss free, bits of dead plant and ash dropping over the dark furs. My breath seized as I saw what lay beneath. “Make a fist,” he urged. I dutifully did so, muscles and tendons complying with minimal complaint. “U
You are the greatest blessing the gods have bestowed upon me, Lyra, Alpha Orion muttered, and my cheeks heated as they embraced, their roving hands hinting that if not for my presence, they’d be ridding themselves of their garments. That they might anyway, my presence be damned. So I dropped the shield. The second it left my grip, the enchantment faded, and it crashed with a loud clatter onto the floor, the pair pulling apart. “Apologies,” I mumbled. “I seem not to have fully recovered my strength.” Alpha Orion snorted, not convinced by the falsehood. Yet he stepped back from Luna Lyra even as he spoke to her, “Prepare for the feast, my love. And prepare Andronika to be my mate. The servants descended like a band of raiders, stripping me of my clothing and shoving me into a bath so hot, it nearly scalded my flesh. Though I was hardly used to being bathed by strangers, that wasn’t what filled my thoughts as I was scrubbed with soap and polished with sand until
It was snowing.That was the first thing that struck me when I stepped out of the huge hall. Snow in springtime was rare. The members of Mystic Rune pack came out of their homes to watch me pass, the emotions of those who met my eyes frigid despite the knowledge all would be feasted in the evening by their Alpha. “Your pack does not seem to favor this union,” I remarked softly to Luna Lyra, who strolled to my left, her mouth drawn in an unsmiling line. “Because they do not know the power you bring,” she continued. They see only an insult to their beloved luna. I’d have rolled my eyes at her vanity except that while the pack members scowled at me, they smiled at Lyra, touching her as she went and offered her praise for her strength. “Andronika !” A familiar voice reached me, and I turned my head to see Eleanor standing between two buildings, a blade clasped in her hands. Her brown hair was sodden, and her freckled cheeks flushed from the cold as she stepped toward
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