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NOLA REYNOLDSThe gritty foyer of the stone castle was silent after the troops had left, with the gates coming down on the dust of soldiers horsing less dramatically than I had imagined it would.”I hope nothing bad happens to the King, the lowlanders are a dreadful lot!” Sarah’s loud whine off to my right was enough to send the balls of my eyes into a game of tug with the back of my head.“The good king is perfectly fine taking care of himself Sarah, enough with the faux concern,” I spat caustic ally, faster than I could think to reign in my tongue, and regretted it immediately I saw the spark of satisfaction in the maiden’s eyes.I heaved a sigh as the rest of the small crowd turned to me, realizing I had just fallen into Sarah Oliver’s trap when she clapped her hands, stepping up to me and speaking while looking at the open-mouthed rubberneckers.Here we fucking go! The sun wasn't even high enough in the sky and I could already feel the press of irritation and worry burning a hole
Bride of the Beast Chapter Ninety Eight
HECTOR BAYESThe pump of the horse bucking under me was all the adrenaline I needed as I shot out the stone castle gates with half the royal army hot on my heels like a bat straight out of hell.“Faster soldiers! Taste their blood! Avenge your pound of flesh!” I screamed, pumping one raised claw in the air as the riot of soldiers chanting back echoed in the space between my ears.”For your wives! For your children!” I commanded, the image of Nola’s porcelain face rising unbidden under my eyelids and the soldiers heaved in response, howling as we breached the village center.I allowed a gasp to fall from my lips as the soldiers behind me jumped down to run to the horde of rogues that were tearing across the buildings almost faster than my eyes could follow.Who in the hell planned this attack? They must have been waiting for years! Centuries even! For me to find my mate, and strike when I was at my weakest!It was a mistake I knew not to make again.”Soldiers of the first formation! As
Bride of the Beast Chapter Ninety Nine
NOLA REYNOLDSThe Lycan King leaving had opened a wound in my heart that stayed sore until the weight of his crown in my hands distracted me.“Come on, this way! Into the lower levels!” A red-faced guard who had opened the tin cage of his helmet was yelling so loudly beside me that I jolted.I turned to see that he was herding the crowd of sobbing residents in a neat line through the underground gates I hadn't noticed before, a different procession of somber-faced men with tightened jaws and the nettled garb of newly appointed infantry shining against their pale and coffee-colored skins.What the hell was going on? Were they recruiting new soldiers? Just how many of those lowlanders were crawling outside the reinforced gates of the castle?“Saints!” I gasped, jolting and slamming head-first into a woman’s ample bosom as I turned in the direction of the ear-splitting war cries in the distance that wrenched my heart from the cage of my ribs.The line of newly appointed soldiers scattere
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NOLAI pressed my hands to my temples as the munching and sucking noises grew louder under me, the shouts of battle still echoing faintly in the distance as I let my eyelids fall closed, the weight of exhaustion settling over me.I must have been crouched for hours, sobbing, sleeping, crying, only jerking awake when the noise of bloodthirsty werewolves killing more innocents in the open streets had me squeezing by eyes shut.Whatever happened here now, I couldn’t go back to the stone castle, It was already too late for that.I had to find a way to save the residents. I owed it to Lycan, to Layla, who had followed me out.She’d trusted me, and I’d let her down. I felt the rack of whimpers shake my shoulders so hard that my hands shook on the arrow as I released it from the quiver, pausing with the bow secured in my hand as I trailed the triangle of the sinewy wolf’s head.“This is for Layla bitch!” I spat, releasing the arrow with a whistle and watching it with bated breaths as it fork
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JaphtarI had flown toward the king like I was god’s vengeance to the stone city, the uneven jang of my heartbeat sputtering and stopping as I connected lightly with his cheek, my clenched claws brushing over the sinew of muscle I’d torn earlier before I reared back, annoyed.What was this? Freaking tag?“Playing games now are you? Aren't you too old for tricks daddy?” I spat acidly, dancing away from the silent beast who squared up with one hind foot testing the space between us.It was unnerving. The calmness that had taken over him the minute the moon came out. I had to act fast, faster than I had planned to.”There’s still time for you to turn back Japhtar.” My father’s calm warning came only seconds before he dashed toward me, swinging with lightning speed and I transferred my life source from the now-dead beating in my chest to my clenched fist, back-handing the Lycan who went flying into the rubble of his City’s stones.The only way I was leaving the mountain city, was to plant
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