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
Tristan’s eyes were on Eleanor, who was splashing away in the mud. “I'll take it back,” he said. “She does not deserve better than your brother.” “What do you know?” I mumbled, without trying to lift my skirts again, for the hems were already stained gray and pouring. “Very little,” he said. “But I’m neither deaf nor blind, so I saw how she spun your sacrifice into a gift from the gods so that she need not feel guilt over it. You are fully rid of her.” He wasn’t entirely wrong, but Tristan’s remarks simply made the hollowness in my core increase. Alone, it was how I felt. As though I confronted a giant army, and all those I’d been so convinced would be at my back had fled. My eyes burned and I blinked rapidly to keep tears from forming, but a few still escaped, mixing with the melting snow sliding down my face as I moved toward the beach. I’d barely gone more than a handful of steps when Tristan’s palm closed on my arm. Eleanor’s cowardice does not diminish
“Andronika!Hands seized my arms. I stared up into Tristan’s scared eyes even as I heard Lyra's cry, “You cursed fool! Do you have any notion of what you might have unleashed?”Tristan ignored her, gaze roaming over my body. “Are you all right?” How could he ask whether I was all right after my chest had been ripped open? The thought evaporated when I stared down at my naked body, my chest whole but for a thin white scar, without a drop of crimson marring my white flesh. Not possible. “I…” Is she marked? Alpha Orion was abruptly by my side, lifting my braids and pawing at me, searching. “Did Freyja claim her?” He grew silent when Tristan held up my left hand. On the rear of it, painted in crimson, was a shield. The detail was unlike anything a mortal artist could have produced, and with each thud of my heart, the blood-forming it pumped. “She has been marked!” Alpha Orion roared. Catching hold of my wrist, he hauled me out of Tristan’s embrace and to my feet, holding my tatto
After the attendants promptly fixed my dress, I was placed at the table on the dais to Alpha Orion’s left, Lyra at his right. The Pack filled the spaces of the many long benches, the tables heaped with trenchers of food and pitchers of mead. The hall itself was decked with garlands. The pack members came to offer us their well-wishes, but for all they spoke good words, the sideways stares they gave me were of mistrust and uncertainty. It was hard to blame them.It felt like something out of Skald's fable, except I’d been raised to honor the gods and search for the signs they left us, so no part of me believed that the seer’s words were untrue. But it doesn't mean I don't have questions. Exactly how was I expected to unite the packs? What had the seer observed me performing that would accomplish such a feat? Yes, I was a child of a god, possessed of magic, but Freyja was a goddess of war. It made sense for someone like Tristan to accomplish the deeds the seer had descri
He turned away from the redhead. His gaze hooked on my balled-up fists. “Why are you wearing gloves in this heat?” “Because of what lies beneath,” I snapped, sensing the gaze of everyone surrounding us. From their frowns, several looked not to take kindly to Tristan’s statements about his father, but I doubted he cared. “You saw the scars. The tattoos. The gods thought I needed a lesson that actions have consequences but it doesn’t mean I need to stare at the repercussions all night.” Tristan’s gaze lifted from my palms to meet mine. “I thought you had no regrets.” “I don’t.” And I didn’t. He rested his elbows on the table. Then why are you hiding your hand?” I blinked, searching for words because my hand wasn’t what I’d come here to talk about. Because it’s ugly. That’s why. No one wants to look at it, least of all me!” Tristan leaned across the table, mouth next to my ear. Nothing about you is ugly, Andronika, least of all the scars you earned defending your honor a
Born-in-Fire. “Disrobe.”Clenching my teeth, I started to unfasten my dress, but paused when Lyra yelled out, I can’t do this.Turning, I discovered the Luna of Mystic Rune pack slumped, hands pressed to her face. I thought I was strong enough to see this through,” she muttered.But to have you mark another woman? It’s too much to suffer again. It will break me.” Orion’s gaze softened and he knelt before his mate . My love, you know you possess my heart. This, he gave a backward gesture to me,is a political agreement. My heart and body feel nothing for this woman, but the gods intend for her to be under my power, thus it must be done.” Lyra burst into sobs, and guilt stabbed at my insides. All this time, I’d thought her nothing more than a bitch bent on making my life miserable because she enjoyed it. Not once had I imagined how it may feel to watch your darling mate take another. Orion took her into his arms.There is no choice, Lyra. You know this. Unless this marr
Removing the pieces of wood concealing the escape route, I climbed outdoors. It was a dark night, the moon and the stars shrouded by heavy clouds that smelt more of snow, and I leaned against the great hall as I tightened my cloak against the chill. There was little point in dwelling, for the deal was done. Better to focus my mind on learning how I was expected to achieve the results the gods fore saw for me.What were the possibilities that Alpha Orion didn’t keep the individual who’d stated his prized prophecy close? I hadn’t seen Odin’s mark, which I knew was a raven, on anyone at the feast, but that didn’t mean the seer wasn’t elsewhere in the pack. And this might be my only chance to communicate with them without someone lurking over my shoulder. Praying that Orion would take his time with Lyra, I stepped away from the hall. I kept my head low as I marched down the short passage between buildings. Mud squashed beneath my shoes, my nostrils filled with the stench of
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