"Beta Sage?" Sage turned to find one of his father’s councillors standing in the place that had moments earlier been occupied by his brother’s messenger. "The master alpha wishes to speak to you, Sage." Sage got to his feet. "Did he know?" The old man tipped his head. "And how is he?" "He is in the royal mansion. Um—angry… very." * * * * * The last occasion he had been summoned to the Master Alpha’s offices Sage had been left to cool his heels in an outer office for half an hour. On this occasion, the doors to his father’s rooms were open, and he was shown straight in. Sage struggled to contain his shock. The man had always worn his one hundred fifty years comfortably, and, other than the thickening around his middle and the grey showing in his neatly trimmed beard, he looked much as he had one hundred years ago, but he seemed to have aged visibly since the previous evening. Werewolves age slowly, but now, looking at his father, Sage sighed. "Landon—" "I no longer have a son
The Master Alpha paused then breathed in heavily, "The elder council is briefing the press now. I want you to make an announcement to the guests, Sage. It is very important that we are on the same page to minimize the damage, so we will liaise with the Savannah's and smooth things over. Your stepmother is with them now, and then, after a decent interval, it can be announced that you and the girl, Sophie, have decided to get married.""Father—""Sage, the kingdom needs a savior; the people need someone to step up from your brother’s mess," the old man added. Sage looked at his father with knowing eyes. He was angry. More than furious. Sage might have consoled his father, but he knew better not to show concern. The angry ones create their own ghosts to chase, their delusions of who they were. So let them run; let them exhaust themselves. Ignoring them was the only sane response.Sage closed his eyes for a moment before saying, "I always knew you were ruthless, but the factor—does it act
So here they all were in the south chamber, and after half an hour, all the talk was going pretty much nowhere. Sophie looked at the clock ticking away in a corner, her eyes fixed on the hypnotic swing of the pendulum. She knew she should be feeling more; after all, she was the one who had been humiliated. Something she was not likely to forget as her mother kept screeching the information at her every few minutes. Where the hell are you, Cherryl? There were so many questions, her wolf was agitated. The beast was worried. Would anyone even notice if she weren’t here? Sophie unclipped the veil—a family heirloom—and dropped it to the floor. She would have stripped off her finery there and then if she could have, but then someone might notice she was there. A naked woman in the room generally got attention. As usual, she was nothing but a trophy, a decoration. They didn't even acknowledge her presence. She fought the temptation to tear at the massive, shimmering jewels that felt h
"Stop!" Sophie cried out as she summoned her wolf, but the beast wasn't listening.What on earth?She couldn't shift into her wolf?Why? The demon only snickered and kept coming, not breaking stride, moving like a predator corralling his prey. The darkness of the concluding shadows and the giant, misshapen trees crowding nearby loudly overwhelmed the gloaming air. Could anyone even hear her? Sophie paused, not wanting to go to extremes unless she had to. But what else could she do without her wolf?Could she fight a gigantic demon? Maybe, but for how long?With no choice, she had to fight it alone and die trying. With her werewolf strength, she wasn't just an ordinary woman. She had the advantages, but with this massive beast? She didn't think so.Her strength was being sucked out. She felt like a loser. A prey.Two blazing eyes stare at her with an immobilizing force, and another crash resonates from its fanged mouth in pure agony. A lush head of hair adorns its bony head, which it
Why did you run so far from home, Sophie?" Sage murmured under his breath. What was he supposed to do now?The question was, would he be able to get her to share it?Finally, Sage couldn't help himself; this woman was like a fire, and even with its warmth, a moth-like him couldn't just stay put; awfully, he could feel his arousal. Dammit. This is crazy, Sage. So crazy yet tempting. He thought to himself.Sophie seemed to awaken as he heard her moaning, yet her eyes were still closed. Maybe she was dreaming?For hell's sake, she moans like a goddess too.Sage's hands burned a trail down to her shoulder. He murmured no sense of vulgarity against her flesh. Dammit, Sage. This is stupid.But he was lost. His wolf wanted to mark her. To have her. His wolf howled. Must have her. Must take her.Without warning, he lifted her legs and took the little underwear she was wearing; all common sense was lost when he took a whiff of her womanly scent. Bloody hell, she's that wet? How could she be
The next morning, Sophie woke up and wailed in real anguish; her head was exceptionally painful from the inside out, and she was frightened. It was like a baseball bat had been smashed on her head. Bloody hell, if this is death, then what the fuck was going on?Her hair was as chaotic as the wilderness—untamed and raucous. Her once remarkable curls now vaguely resembled a bird's nest, and any bows or clips that had once held them in spots were long gone. She looked around and remembered that she was in her grandfather's cabin, and she knew this was her room.Wait? Why?She—Oh, God, Sage.She knew it was Sage who saved her from that demon.Okay, Sophie, do not panic. Stop thinking of a hundred nonsense questions per hour. Take a deep breath and don't forget to cover your ass! After all, you only have one of them.Wait... why did I feel, uh, not tired and so beautifully rested? And why was she here in her grandfather's cabin?Did Sage bring her here?The room was just tiny and clean e
Watching him from behind was a damn sight! That butt cheek She thought. Then she suddenly stopped when she remembered that this cabin was no longer hers. Her grandfather didn't mention anything about selling this place, and it was unnerving that he didn't let this cabin into her care. Sophie felt a little disappointed. Sage was not a stranger, but she couldn't help but feel so unwanted and undesirable for a company. Yes, he saved her; he looked for him when she ran away from the awful disaster in his brother's and her sister’s wake, but Sage didn't even offer a single remorse about what happened. Or maybe, like her, he too felt relieved?But why?A million-dollar question.She looked around and sighed again. She wanted to go home anyway.Wait. Her headaches were gone, and she didn't even notice it. How strange? Well, who was she to complain? At least her head was not hurting from the pain anymore.*****Ten minutes later, fully clothed and with her backpack on her shoulder, Sophie o
"Why did you run from the mess? Your family is looking for you. Your mother is worried." Sage said as he looked for a decent place to sit. "I hate politics, Sage. I don't want the media to know that I wasn't grieving or saddened by Landon’s decision. In fact, I felt relieved." Sophie muttered just to get the elephant out of the cavern. She focused on the fragrances in the air, like the loamy smell of calm rain or the salty tang of the usual earthy and ocean air. How was that even possible when the ocean was a thousand miles away from here. Weird? "It's the spirit of this cavern you sense." Out of nowhere, Sage grumbled as if reading her silent wonderment. "How?" "You are a seer, Sophie. The daughter of time The spirit of your ancestors, who once dwelled here thousands of years ago. They recognize you." "How did you know this?" "You must know that, even though I'm just the beta of my pack, I'm the one who loves to read.." "Really?" "Why? Is that unbelievable?" "Well, hearing fr