Pippa's POV Adrian’s eyes darken and he pulls me tightly against him, but he doesn’t do what I want him to do. He doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he rests his lips against my neck. His warm breath against my skin is ragged and erratic. “You need to leave,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Where am I supposed to go?” “Yes, you’re right – I’ll leave.” He vaults over the table to the other side and runs out of the back door, disappearing from view before I even know what happened. The strange desires I’ve had ever since I returned from the paddock settle down and the urge to throw myself at Adrian passes. I’ve never acted like that in my life, and I wait for the familiar old feelings of guilt and shame, but this time it doesn’t happen. Good. That's good. It's tiresome feeling guilty all the damn time. Smiling to myself, I leave the kitchen and go in search of something to do. The little cottage is spotless, and all I can find to read are a few old religious magazines the previous occup
Adrian's POV The last two weeks had been hell. No matter which way I turn, there she is. I can smell her everywhere, and the more time passes, the worse it gets. Slowly but surely Monty has been rallying the rogues. Every morning, he disappears into the woods, staying away all day and returning with two or three bedraggled and terrified-looking wolves. I had received no warrior training myself, but some of the rogues used to be Caspian’s warriors and they have enough experience to help me get started. At least I’m being kept busy enough by the paperwork each new arrival generates. At some point, I won’t be able to justify everyone that suddenly started moving to the farm, and I’d have to make other arrangements for the new arrivals. The little office adjoining the chapel is the only place where I can get a moment to myself. I crave the companionship of pack life, but I have also grown used to solitude over the years and I need that too. I look up from the paperwork just in time t
Caspian's POV “Maybe we should go on a date or something,” Denise says. “Get out of the palace so you can clear your head.” “No.” Denise is my mate. I have her because I need a Luna. The pack insists on it, and it makes them stronger, but I love her about as much as I love my other bitches. She’s useful, that’s all. I never understood the mate bond. I don’t understand wolves that will live and die for their mates. Denise loves me to the point of simpering adulation. She’ll do anything for me. It annoys the shit out of me, and some days I catch myself fantasising about killing her. Maybe one day. When I don't need her anymore. When I have the Cambion. I can see it so clearly in my head. Slitting her open from throat to groin and dipping my hands in her warm, sticky blood. Stroking my hard cock, I order, “Get on the bed." Giggling like a little teenager in love she jumps on the bed and stands on all fours, ass in the air, eager to feel me inside her. There was a time, right at th
Pippa's POV Adrian is quiet while we eat supper. He somehow managed to avoid me all day. After I told him about Tammy, the she-wolf who explained to me how to take his mark, he left with some lame excuse about inspecting the bakery. He did not come back until the wolves who took it upon themselves to cook our food called him in for supper. “What’s the deal with these wolves serving us?” I ask just to break the silence. “Hm?” Adrian grunts and looks up from his plate. He hasn’t eaten a thing, just moved his food from one side to the other. “The wolves that keep…doing stuff for us?” He drops his head again and doesn’t even look up when he answers me. “They’re Omegas. It’s in their nature to serve.” He’s not the same man I met nearly a month ago. The one who snuck into the storage room and whispered sexy promises in my ear. It’s as if he fears me now. “Why won’t you look at me?” Slowly he lifts his head to stare at me. His eyes are on fire with dark desire, and his jaw is so tightl
Pippa's POV I sneak out of my room and into the lounge to watch Adrian sleep. I’ve been doing it a lot lately. He doesn't know I'm doing it. For some reason, he never wakes up and I can't bring myself to tell him about it. Sometimes, it feels as if I have no control over myself. It is almost as if an invisible force moves my body along. I refuse to believe it’s some kind of wolf though. I would know if I had a wolf, I’m sure of it. I sit on the rickety little coffee table and stare at his peaceful, relaxed face, running our last conversation over in my head. “Do you want to stay or go?” he asked. I have never been put on the spot like that. No one had ever asked my opinion about much of anything, and I’ve had very little control over my own life. I've always just done what people told me to do. I'm not entirely sure I can be trusted to make good decisions. “I don’t know. Can I think about it?” He nodded and stood up. “Let me know in the morning.” He disappeared into the cottage an
Adrian's POV“Pippa?” I ask softly and knock on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?”“Yes,” she answers almost right away. Her voice is faint and weak and I can hear that she’s trying to hide the fact that she's crying.She did good. She held onto her tears until we were alone before she gave in to the fear and the pain. She collapsed in my arms and wept like a lost child for close to half an hour before she excused herself and came to the bathroom.No one knows just how scared she is. Well, maybe Monty knows and her new friend Tammy looked a little concerned before she left, but our little pack is clueless, as far as they are concerned they have a strong and fearless queen, and I don't need to read her mind to know Pippa wants it to stay that way.I ease the bathroom door open and slip inside. She’s sitting hunched over in the tub, clutching her knees to her chest. My heart aches for her. She has no answers, none of us does, and she is so lost right now. I want to make it better, it’s
Adrian's POVEither I’m so tired I can’t think straight anymore or I’ve lost my ability to reason rationally. “What do you mean Caspian’s not looking for me?”“He stopped after he met our queen, he did. Now that he knows what she is, he don’t care about you no more.”I narrow my eyes at Monty. “How do you know?”“Your priest friend ain’t the only with spies an’ informants an’ such. Ryker, Caspian’s Beta, he be telling me things.”I relax a little. “Caspian knows she’s with me. I’ll be easier to find than Pippa.”“Aye, but as I said, our queen be hiding you.”“From all wolves?”Monty shakes his head. “Only enemies.”“How do you know these things?”“I’ve had a run-in with a Cambion or two before. None were anything like our queen, but some things are always the same, no matter what kind of creature you be.”I fall back on the couch and run my hands over my tired eyes. “We just sent out a telegram to every wolf in the world. I don’t even know how that happened.”“Aye. That’s why we have
Pippa's POV River woke me just before Adrian came to my room. She took over long before she admitted to him that she had taken control. The last thing I can remember doing by myself was when I started playing with me hair – something I used to do when I was little and in trouble with Miss Loretta. River easily and quickly pushed me out of the way, stopping me before I could tell Adrian that we had to wait, that I wasn’t at all sure I could survive his mark. And now it is too late, I’m on my back, naked from the waist up with Adrian on top of me. And he has no idea that what’s going on. How can he? I can't tell him that I didn't willingly hand control over to River. But Tammy did say that the wolf has to be on the surface during the ritual. It’s the only way I can survive. “Let her take control, but don’t shift,” she said. “If you shift during the marking, you can kill him.” “Kill him? How?” “Yes. It goes both ways. The wolf is stronger than the human. If you shift, your wolf will