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
Pippa’s POV When I spoke to Tammy about the mating ritual, she painted a very different picture. I wasn’t prepared for what happened and how long it would go on for. I imagined some blood and a little bit of pain, but I totally underestimated the fight to stay alive and the agony of it all – in my wildest nightmares, I didn’t expect that I’d still have to fight after I marked Adrian. She promised me that the worst would be over after I bit him. I thought once I made it back, once I sealed our bond, that it would stop. But it doesn’t. It goes on and on. “Make it stop,” I sob. “Why isn’t it stopping?” “Shh, my sweet girl, it’s okay,” Adrian whispers in my ear. "I'm right here. You are not alone." The world shimmers back into existence, and I’m very aware of the blood streaming down my right side, over my breast and onto the bed, colouring the light blue sheets crimson. I slip out of consciousness again, but I don’t end up back among the stars. I don’t go back to that peaceful pla
Caspian's POV Right around sunrise, I’m yanked from a deep sleep. “Shit. Fuck. No. How?” Denise gasps and bolts upright. “A new king rises.” Without thinking, I backhand her so hard that she falls out of bed. I try not to hit her, but my Goddess she can say the stupidest shit sometimes. She lands on the floor with a loud thud and starts to cry. “Why did you do that?” “I’m the king, you stupid cunt,” I growl. “I couldn’t help it. You know that.” She’s right, but I don’t care. This makes no sense. I thought Adrian rejected his mate. He doesn’t want to be the king. He fears the curse. “It doesn’t matter,” I say to myself. “Even if he found his second chance mate, it doesn’t matter. He’s still under the curse. All the Lycan kings are.” Denise scuttles away from the bed and stands up. With her hand on the bathroom door’s handle, she juts out her chin, and asks, “Are you sure about that?” She gives me a defiant look I haven’t seen in many years. For just a split second, I can see th
Adrian's POVI find Pippa at the paddock, leaning on the fence and looking at the horses. Like me, she ditched her church uniform, and she looks beautiful and fresh in her strappy top and shorts. She looks exactly as I remember her before we went on the run. She looks like my Pippa.Hundreds of wolves showed up while we were locked in the cottage, and Monty sent his procurers out to get vehicles. They returned an hour ago with buses and a variety of trucks and the wolves are all chomping at the bit, rearing to get going.I didn’t ask any questions about the vehicles. I am a Lycan King on my way to war, and I can’t afford to let human morals get in my way. I won’t let Caspian take us – not because I care about myself, but because I won’t see Pippa in the dungeon, dying a slow death as my mother did. “You about ready to go?” I ask my mate and slip my hands around her waist.It feels different to touch her now. Natural. Normal even. I’m not afraid that I’ll scare her or do something that