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
Adrian's POV I get on the bed next to Pippa who is lying with her back to me. Her hair is still damp from the shower, and her t-shirt is soaked through. I'm not sure what to do. She should have recovered by now, but she's still so pale, and she now has a strange, blue circle around her mouth. And the weaker she gets, the worse I feel. I can barely carry my own weight anymore. Maybe we need to seal the bond. I've never heard of any wolf being robbed of their vitality for not having sex with their mates right after a ritual, but there's a first time for everything. Pippa is walking, talking proof of it. The squeak of a trolley being pushed across the carpet in the hallway stops me from saying or doing anything to my mate. A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the door. “King,” an Omega says on the other side. “I have food.” I wipe my own wet hair out of my face, and on shaky legs get up to open the door for her. I almost start to laugh when I see the massive amount of food on the
Pippa's POV “I have very little control, Pips,” Adrian says, his voice a little husky. “I don’t want to…hurt you.” “Why-” the word gets stuck in my throat and all I can do is shake my head. “You’re a virgin. If I get carried away…it won’t be fun for you.” “I trust you.” “Well that’s good to know, but I wouldn’t.” “Will it get better if we wait?” I ask. “Doubtful.” “Hm,” I grunt softly and take his face in my hands. “Then it’s like this morning right? Might as well get it over and done with.” “That’s romantic,” he says. I don’t even laugh. “From what I’ve read, the first time isn’t fun for women anyway. I have no illusions.” He’s stares at me in shocked astonishment. “God, Pippa. It’s not a punishment.” I shrug. Now that my wolf is quiet and not forcing me to do things anymore, seducing him is much harder. I try to summon River hoping that she’ll take over again, or at least help me a little, but she’s sitting in the back of my consciousness, purring like a satisfied house c
Pippa's POV I am stunned by Adrian’s confession of love. I don’t know if I can say the words back to him. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is my true emotions or just the bond doing all the talking. “I-” “You are not ready to say it,” he interrupts. “It’s fine. I can wait.” He doesn’t sound hurt or angry in any way. “Are you hungry?” “Yes. A little.” “Let’s eat.” He throws his t-shirt in my direction and goes on the hunt for his underwear. Five minutes later, we’re both sitting by the window with a plate on our laps, staring out at the peaceful night. “Do you think Caspian is out there looking for us?” Adrian shakes his head. “He’ll be on his way home.” “What makes you so sure?” “He’ll want to shift somewhere safe tomorrow night.” “But he’ll be back.” “Yes.” For a while, we eat in silence, each busy with their own thoughts. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course,” Adrian says offhandedly. I inhale deeply and gather my courage to ask him something that's been bothering me fo
Adrian's POV “You,” I say and instinctively put myself between Pippa and the strange woman. I am trying, and failing, to wrap my head around what I'm seeing. I know what happened here, I know what she did and I know what she is, but how did she hide it from me? “Yes,” she says with a sweet smile. “I’m glad to see my potion helped.” Oh my God. Pippa drank that concoction of hers. What if she poisoned my mate? I'm so shocked and frantic that it doesn't even occur to me that Pippa would be dead by now if she were poisoned. “What are you?” I ask. “I am a Cambion…same as Pippa.” How does she know her name. I never told her Pippa's name. I didn't even tell her when she was in the lobby, pretending to be the owner of this ramshackle hotel. I don’t know if I should try to kill her, grab Pippa and run or thank her and see where this goes. “What did you give her?” “Something that works. It's different for Cambion. The mating ritual doesn't always kill us right away. Sometimes, it can take
Adrian's POV Pippa comes walking up behind me and without any reservations slips her hands around me, resting her head on my back. I didn’t think such a simple act of trusting affection could ever make me this happy. I fold my hands over hers and focus on her emotions. There’s some confusion, a little fear and heaps of something I can only describe as melancholy. “Did you have a good talk with Edith?” I ask. “Yes. She showed me how to access my power and how to use it consciously.” It’s been a week since we came here. Our wolves are hard at work restoring the hotel and outbuildings. While exploring the grounds, I came upon rotting cabins around the lake where anglers and water sport enthusiasts used to camp. Edith didn’t think to mention it, because she hadn’t been down here in decades and thought they were all the destroyed anyway. She was almost right. The little wooden huts are beyond fixing and have no indoor plumbing. Instead, there are shared ablutions with showers and toile