RavenThe day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted.My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of f
RavenThe sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him.“Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—”“I can see that.”The tall form’s voice was gruff, d
Neil & RavenNeilMy senses had to have been deceiving me.This woman was my mate? This… frail, skinny little thing was the one who was tied to my soul?I almost laughed out loud at the notion.“It’s true,” I felt my wolf’s familiar voice echo inside of my skull. “She is our mate. Can’t you feel it?
RavenI squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the prince to reject me, but…Nothing happened.I’d never experienced it myself, of course, but being rejected by one’s fated mate was said to be an extremely painful process—the type of pain that would last for days and days on end, maybe even weeks or m
RavenI only realized what I had done once that voice growled in my ear.“Have you gone mad?”Blinking, I returned to full consciousness and looked around dazedly. The memories of the day instantly came rushing back, and I realized where I was—not in the helicopter, but a bedroom in the Lycan castle
Raven“Fianceé? This is the Serena you’ve been talking about?”Caleb turned to me, those steely eyes now wide with shock. Even if I hadn’t been terrified into silence by the thought of my head on a spike, I probably would have been too stunned myself to correct him.Neil nodded and pulled me a littl
“So I take it you’ll be participating in the succession battle at the banquet after all,” Caleb said, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re lucky that your fianceé showed up at the right time, otherwise you would be sitting on the sidelines.”Neil’s face hardened in response to that, a reaction
Raven“I’m sorry,” I said wryly, my fingers trembling around the contract. “You want me to pretend to be your… fianceé?”I have to be imagining this, I thought. Surely what Nathan and Dani did to me made me turn insane and I was in some kind of stupor back home. Not only had I washed up on the shore
Ember remained silent, studying me with an amused glint in her eyes. “But at least here,” I muttered, swinging again and managing to force her to step back, “Lycan women are honest about their intentions. You don’t pretend to be best friends while plotting behind someone’s back.” As I took anoth
Raven The morning sun had barely crested over the castle walls when Ember and I made our way to the training yard. I’d hardly slept at all last night, tossing and turning after my little late night run-in with Hannah. Ember was still watching me out of the corners of her eyes, clearly waiting for
Hannah rolled her eyes and stepped back. I didn’t lower my knife. “And that’s exactly why you are weak,” she said. “A tragedy like that would make a strong queen, not weaken her. If you were worthy, you would have used that pain to grow stronger. Instead, all it has done is make you look pathetic.”
Raven For the second time since I had met Hannah, she had a blade pressed to my throat. And if the infuriating curl to her lips was any indication, she was loving this little power imbalance. But I had learned from our last encounter, and I was prepared. “You seem to enjoy holding a knife to my
But as quickly as it had come, it was gone, and his gaze returned to the floor. I quickly realized I had been lingering longer than the other fiancées and everyone’s eyes had turned to me. My face heated, and I quickly scurried away, joining the other two women off to the side. The ceremony ended
Raven The throne room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, despite the fact that Lycans filled every available space. Buttery yellow sunlight spilled through the large stained glass windows, casting patterns of deep reds and golds across the stone floors. I had only been in this room during t
He didn’t reply, but I felt his fingers press a little more firmly against my waist, pulling me just a fraction closer as he led me through another spin. The music shifted, the tempo quickening, and I was glad for it. It let me focus on matching his movements rather than the confusing swirl of emoti
Raven Neil led me toward the dance floor, which had cleared of people during the fight. The music began to play the moment we set foot in the center of the circle, a lively and upbeat tune that thrummed up through the soles of my feet. Someone in the crowd whistled as Neil tugged me closer, and
Ember gestured toward the ring, where Neil and his opponent were still sparring relentlessly. “In Lycan tradition, the ultimate victor of fights like these will choose whoever cheered the loudest to dance with after the fight… and maybe even take home.” Ember’s lip curled a little at that last bit.