Ryan was also thinking the same thing. The townspeople knew Astrid. They hated her. They expected her to be confined in chains since she wasn't going to be killed. What would they say when they see her with him? "Give me a moment." he said and let go of her hand. He walked down to a woman selling veils. Astrid watched as he purchased one from the woman and returned back to her. "So people wouldn't recognize you." He said to her as he returned. She nodded, sharing the same vein. "Can I help you put it on?" Again, she nodded and stepped closer to him. He gently put the veil on, covering her face but still making it comfortable enough for her. So she could breathe well and not feel choked up. As he adjusted the sides of the veil, tucking in her hair behind it, his hands gently brushed the corners of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "There. No one will know it's you." He said as he finished and took a step back. "Thank you." She replied. "No problem, let us go in now." He
Ryan was also thinking the same thing. The townspeople knew Astrid. They hated her. They expected her to be confined in chains since she wasn't going to be killed. What would they say when they see her with him? "Give me a moment." he said and let go of her hand. He walked down to a woman selling veils. Astrid watched as he purchased one from the woman and returned back to her. "So people wouldn't recognize you." He said to her as he returned. She nodded, sharing the same vein. "Can I help you put it on?" Again, she nodded and stepped closer to him. He gently put the veil on, covering her face but still making it comfortable enough for her. So she could breathe well and not feel choked up. As he adjusted the sides of the veil, tucking in her hair behind it, his hands gently brushed the corners of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "There. No one will know it's you." He said as he finished and took a step back. "Thank you." She replied. "No problem, let us go in now." He
Ryan was also thinking the same thing. The townspeople knew Astrid. They hated her. They expected her to be confined in chains since she wasn't going to be killed. What would they say when they see her with him? "Give me a moment." he said and let go of her hand. He walked down to a woman selling veils. Astrid watched as he purchased one from the woman and returned back to her. "So people wouldn't recognize you." He said to her as he returned. She nodded, sharing the same vein. "Can I help you put it on?" Again, she nodded and stepped closer to him. He gently put the veil on, covering her face but still making it comfortable enough for her. So she could breathe well and not feel choked up. As he adjusted the sides of the veil, tucking in her hair behind it, his hands gently brushed the corners of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "There. No one will know it's you." He said as he finished and took a step back. "Thank you." She replied. "No problem, let us go in now." He
She would come out and show him the dress shr picked out and he would either agree or disagree on it. She loved his opinion on fashion and he was funny as well. It went on for nearly an hour — and they themselves had already lost track of time. She stepped out with outfit number…she had lost count. It was a blue gown that was knee–lengthed, flowing gracefully around her.Ryan looked up from inspecting a pair of shoes that he had wanted to suggest that she picked out. His eyes widened as he took in her features, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her blonde hair complemented the dress and her blue eyes matched the shade of the dress. She was beautiful, so beautiful and looked even more gorgeous in clothes that weren't her usual rags. It felt wrong for him to be thinking about it, to be thinking about her. She was still very much an enemy to the kingdom and he shouldn't be harbouring these…feelings for her. "So?" she questioned, knocking him out of his thoughts. She did a twirl in th
Ryan was also thinking the same thing. The townspeople knew Astrid. They hated her. They expected her to be confined in chains since she wasn't going to be killed. What would they say when they see her with him? "Give me a moment." he said and let go of her hand. He walked down to a woman selling veils. Astrid watched as he purchased one from the woman and returned back to her. "So people wouldn't recognize you." He said to her as he returned. She nodded, sharing the same vein. "Can I help you put it on?" Again, she nodded and stepped closer to him. He gently put the veil on, covering her face but still making it comfortable enough for her. So she could breathe well and not feel choked up. As he adjusted the sides of the veil, tucking in her hair behind it, his hands gently brushed the corners of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "There. No one will know it's you." He said as he finished and took a step back. "Thank you." She replied. "No problem, let us go in now." He
SEVEN WEEKS LATERAstrid paced restlessly in her room, the worry etched across her face like a shadow refusing to dissipate. Three weeks had passed, and the strange fog hadn't returned. No wolf had died as well. Four weeks prior, the kingdom was in an upheaval — wolves were dying, and the fog was incessant. However, all had seemingly been well for the meantime. The prophetess had refused to come to the palace despite how many times Ryan had reached out to her. With the details of the prophecy unclear and the prophetess refusing to come, Astrid was confused. Perhaps if the prophecy was authentic, she mused, then perhaps she had already fulfilled her supposed role as the kingdom's savior during those tragic weeks.Maybe she was just here to 'calm' it down. And now that everything seemed calm, it raised a poignant question in her mind—did they still need her? Was her purpose fulfilled, or was there more? Astrid couldn't shake the fear that Ragnar might see no need or her anymore,
Ragnar stirred from his slumber and his eyes opened. He lifted himself from his position, proceeding to now sit atop of his bed. And then, he became aware of the disheveled state he was in – shirt undone, pants haphazardly clinging to his waist, and a loosely hanging belt. He sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes as if trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.And then, immediately, the memories of the previous night flooded back to him – Astrid.He had fucked her ruthlessly, in the ass. And that mustve hurt like crazy, but at that point, he didn't care. All he wanted was to feel her and climax. However, a strange sensation gnawed at him, a feeling he wasn't accustomed to – guilt.He pondered the unfamiliar emotion, perplexed by its existence. Guilt was a foreign visitor, one he rarely entertained. Especially not towards someone like Astrid.Ragnar had fucked Lilith multiple times, other women as well, yet he didn't hold even a hint of remorse. But for some reason, he felt
CHAPTER THIRTY–ONELilith adorned herself in a seductive gown as she made her way to the throne room — she was going to see Ragnar. They were supposed to spend the night together but he didn't send for her. She wasn't upset though, she figured he was just tired and slept off. After all, they had spent the whole day together.The thought ofn it broughyt a smile to her face. The red dress she was wearing was newly purchased, the fabric clung to her every curve, intended to capture Ragnar's attention. Upon entering, she saw him seated on his throne, nose buried in the heap of scrolls he had piled up. She stood before him and executed a courtly curtsy before him, and with a smile, she said,“Greetings, your Majesty.”Ragnar, however, looked up briefly from his scrolls, giving her a disinterested once-over. His response was a simple nod before he redirected his focus to the scrolls.What the hell? What was the meaning of that?Lilith's shock reverberated through her as she felt her practi
Huncho absolutely hated the smell of cigarettes. But as the second–in–command to Astrid, the leader of the Viper Rogues, he was around her most of the time and had to endure through it. The woman loved a good smoke. His tattoo gun paused mid action as he met Astrid's gaze with a faint smirk on his lips, "You're stoned as fuck—you would most likely not feel anything even if your chest was split open." he quipped. "You might even laugh." She flashed a brief, amused grin. The irony in Kai's statement wasn't lost to her— especially considering the fact that she had only just slit a woman's chest open yesterday. And indeed, she did laugh. How could she not? Her sworn enemy's wife was bleeding to death in front of her. It had filled her with delight. Next, she was going to go for Ragnar himself. But her father kept telling her she wasn't ready to take on Ragnar, and then he would go on to tell her how immeasurably powerful he was and how she needed more training to defeat him. She w
CHAPTER SEVENA few weeks after the captured blood rogues were killed, a heavy fog filled the land. This got the people talking, but the fog cleared away in a few days. Astrid tried to warn Ragnar to return the Moon Stone to her people. She didn't care if he planned on killing her, but he should return what belonged to her people. Ragnar tells her the stone doesn't belong to her people, but with his. He tells her it was stolen from them many years ago, just then they are interrupted by Ragnar's Beta, Ryan Holster—who was the only one that treated Astrid like a human in the pack. When Ryan arrives, Ragnar accused himself and walked away, leaving the two. Here, Ryan offers Astrid food and they talk. Astrid finds herself smiling again due to Ryan's conversation even with everything going on, she begins to see him in another light. When Ragnar returned back to the room, he notices the chemistry between Astrid and Ryan and he gets jealous. He orders that Astrid be sent back to the dung
Ragnar looked ahead, seeing that Astrid was closing up on him fast. He couldn't do anything—she was already too close for him to evade, the only option left was to fight back.And he just couldn't.Despite how revolting it was that she was his mate, he couldn't hurt her—hurting her would mean hurting himself, the pain of a hurt mate would leave the other with an immeasurable pain. With a growl, Astrid’s claw landed a powerful swipe on Ragnar's face. The force of the blow left a searing mark, and blood dripped from the fresh wound."I'm going to kill you for what you've done, Ragnar." Astrid seethed. However, as Astrid readied herself for the next strike, a sudden and unexpected change seized her.Astrid froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in astonishment.It was the scent of a mate.The realization hit Astrid like a thunderbolt, and she hesitated, her predatory instincts immediately subdued. Her gaze locked with Ragnar's again, and in that charged moment, they both felt the undeni
Ragnar looked ahead, seeing that Astrid was closing up on him fast. He couldn't do anything—she was already too close for him to evade, the only option left was to fight back.And he just couldn't.Despite how revolting it was that she was his mate, he couldn't hurt her—hurting her would mean hurting himself, the pain of a hurt mate would leave the other with an immeasurable pain. With a growl, Astrid’s claw landed a powerful swipe on Ragnar's face. The force of the blow left a searing mark, and blood dripped from the fresh wound."I'm going to kill you for what you've done, Ragnar." Astrid seethed. However, as Astrid readied herself for the next strike, a sudden and unexpected change seized her.Astrid froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in astonishment.It was the scent of a mate.The realization hit Astrid like a thunderbolt, and she hesitated, her predatory instincts immediately subdued. Her gaze locked with Ragnar's again, and in that charged moment, they both felt the undeni
CHAPTER TWENTY–FOURREID'S POINT OF VIEW My heart raced as I watched Kiara emerge from Nyla's bedroom, stomping out angrily. Dread washed over me as I wondered what Kiara had said to her. Without a second thought, I hurried to Nyla's room, my pulse pounding in my ears.I honestly don't understand what was going through her head, why was she being insecure? And projecting her insecurity on Nyla? As I reached the doorway, my eyes widened in shock at the sight before me—Nyla stood amidst her bags, her movements hurried and frantic. Panic surged through me as I realized what she was doing.She was packing out. Again, what on earth had she told Nyla? "Nyla, what's going on?" I blurted out, my voice coming out more urgent than I intended as I stepped into the room.She paused, dropping the clothes in her hands and turning to face me. "Nyla, please," I pleaded as I took a step closer to her. "You can't let Kiara's words dictate your actions. You have to ignore her. Don't let her get to y
CHAPTER SEVENA few weeks after the captured blood rogues were killed, a heavy fog filled the land. This got the people talking, but the fog cleared away in a few days. Astrid tried to warn Ragnar to return the Moon Stone to her people. She didn't care if he planned on killing her, but he should return what belonged to her people. Ragnar tells her the stone doesn't belong to her people, but with his. He tells her it was stolen from them many years ago, just then they are interrupted by Ragnar's Beta, Ryan Holster—who was the only one that treated Astrid like a human in the pack. When Ryan arrives, Ragnar accused himself and walked away, leaving the two. Here, Ryan offers Astrid food and they talk. Astrid finds herself smiling again due to Ryan's conversation even with everything going on, she begins to see him in another light. When Ragnar returned back to the room, he notices the chemistry between Astrid and Ryan and he gets jealous. He orders that Astrid be sent back to the dung
NYLA'S POINT OF VIEW Sometime during the drive, I stirred from my sleep, my eyes fluttering open to find Reid beside me, his features softened in slumber. I took a moment to study him, my gaze tracing the contours of his face as he leaned against the window glass. He looked so peaceful, his usually stern expression relaxed in sleep. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, adding to his rugged charm. Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I couldn't deny the undeniable allure of his presence.I found myself wondering, almost idly, what it would have been like if things had been different between us. What if we had been under different circumstances? What if we had been married, sharing our lives together?The thought was both tantalizing and terrifying. On one hand, I couldn't deny the undeniable attraction I felt towards him, the pull of his magnetic presence drawing me to him.But on the other hand, it was sour to harbor such thoughts. In fact, it felt as th
CHAPTER SEVENA few weeks after the captured blood rogues were killed, a heavy fog filled the land. This got the people talking, but the fog cleared away in a few days. Astrid tried to warn Ragnar to return the Moon Stone to her people. She didn't care if he planned on killing her, but he should return what belonged to her people. Ragnar tells her the stone doesn't belong to her people, but with his. He tells her it was stolen from them many years ago, just then they are interrupted by Ragnar's Beta, Ryan Holster—who was the only one that treated Astrid like a human in the pack. When Ryan arrives, Ragnar accused himself and walked away, leaving the two. Here, Ryan offers Astrid food and they talk. Astrid finds herself smiling again due to Ryan's conversation even with everything going on, she begins to see him in another light. When Ragnar returned back to the room, he notices the chemistry between Astrid and Ryan and he gets jealous. He orders that Astrid be sent back to the dung
Ragnar looked ahead, seeing that Astrid was closing up on him fast. He couldn't do anything—she was already too close for him to evade, the only option left was to fight back.And he just couldn't.Despite how revolting it was that she was his mate, he couldn't hurt her—hurting her would mean hurting himself, the pain of a hurt mate would leave the other with an immeasurable pain. With a growl, Astrid’s claw landed a powerful swipe on Ragnar's face. The force of the blow left a searing mark, and blood dripped from the fresh wound."I'm going to kill you for what you've done, Ragnar." Astrid seethed. However, as Astrid readied herself for the next strike, a sudden and unexpected change seized her.Astrid froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in astonishment.It was the scent of a mate.The realization hit Astrid like a thunderbolt, and she hesitated, her predatory instincts immediately subdued. Her gaze locked with Ragnar's again, and in that charged moment, they both felt the undeni