Xenia stretched across the bed with a smile spreading across her face. Everything felt wonderful against her skin and that scent. The heady floral and citrusy scent surrounded her like a sweet and warm caress. It was something she wasn’t used to. She opened her eyes while moving across the bed, searching for something…or someone. Then she suddenly stopped.Everything that had happened last night came flooding back. Mason. Her body seemed to remember every touch of his hands, mouth, fingers, and other things. Xenia shook her head and jumped out the bed as if it was on fire. The movement was faster than she expected. She grabbed the bedpost to steady herself before looking around the room. She was alone, and for that she was grateful. She didn’t know how to act around Mason after last night, and hell, even early this morning. It was then she noticed how naked and sticky she was. She gagged a bit before going to the bathroom. She quickly bathed herself, starting slow at first. The soren
Mason threw everything on the mantle on the floor before gripping the edge. The thoughts of Xenia flooded his mind, and Rodin was no help. Mason didn't want to think of her. Every thought felt like a betrayal to Melania. It wasn't just the thoughts of Xenia driving him crazy but everything else that came with it. Their plan to bring Melania back was being questioned in his mind. Sacrificing Xenia was the only way to go, and he came to terms with that long ago. However, just the thought of something terrible happening to Xenia tightened his chest. He didn't want to hurt her, but at the same time, he wanted Melania back. Before, there was no complication, but after last night and this morning, Xenia has imprinted herself in his mind. His…heart? "Dammit!" He yelled, banging his fist into the wall, creating a fist-like hole. He ran his shaking hands over his head. "I need to calm down. It's just the bond talking. Get it together Mason." He took a deep breath and went over what needed
The sound of church bells rang in the distance, signifying the moon had reached the highest point in the sky. Occasionally, thunder rumbled in the distance, foretelling the coming storm, but that didn't bother Mason. He had to be here and see this through at her request. Mason stood with his brother, Micah, while the Elder Werewolves members stood in the Nexus' center a few feet away. The Nexus was a sacred ground for the Moon Goddess's worshippers. The gravel aisle led up to a raised circular concrete stage, and in the middle of the circle, chained to a metal spike, was Melania. Behind her were four others kneeling on the ground, weeping about their current predicament. Although she had been a prisoner for months, she looked pristine, untouched by the filth surrounding her in the dungeons. Her clothes looked newly pressed, her hair brushed into smooth waves draping over her shoulders, and her face glimmered as if she was dusted by starlight. At least it looked that way to Mason, w
Mason's body reacted faster than his mind could process. The moment the woman glanced back at him, her eyes widened, and he could see them much clearer now. The color was even more impressive, like a glass of champagne. Mason knew she was going to fall when she looked over her shoulders. He quickly moved through the tables and caught her before she hit the ground. Wrong move. The smell of winter blossoms invaded his nostrils as he pulled her hard against his chest. Rodin, his werewolf, stirred happily in his mind. This must mean she's my… "Mate," Rodin said in the back of his mind. Mason nearly pushed the woman away the moment Rodin said those words. His second chance mate was right in front of him. Of course, he would meet her now. It was like fate telling him everything was coming together. "Hey, what was that for," she said, looking up at him with her hands on her hips. "I didn't need your help in the first place." Her eyebrows furrowed, but the longer Mason stared,
That chemistry was fascinating and terrifying all at the same time. Xenia leaned against the bakery door, trying to calm her heartbeat, but every time she closed her eyes, it was him she saw. His eyes when he stared at her, his lips when he talked, the way his hand touched hers, and the electricity. So much for keeping my heart rate down. Xenia opened her eyes and saw the twins, Dottie and Molly, looking at her with curious smiles. She hated it when they smiled at the same time. It was beyond creepy. "What," Xenia asked, trying to hide the blush burning her cheeks. "Can't a girl have a moment?" "This is a place of employment, Xenia, so…." "No," they both said simultaneously, laughing. Xenia rolled her eyes at them as they went back to work, with their creepy smiles still plastered on their faces. A woman with long auburn hair and dark green eyes entered the room, humming until she saw Xenia plastered to the door like paint. The woman's eyes widened, and she ran over, to
Xenia's mother sauntered into the room with one of her latest victims, Xenia likes to call them, who was drooling behind her. She wore a black and red low-cut dress with a corset revealing her bare breasts like a prized meal. She wore a jeweled ruby necklace that complimented the dress, hanging low on her chest to help 'direct attention,' her mother would say. From the texture, Xenia could tell the dress was made from expensive silk, which was easy for her mother to get these days. After all, she was a highly respectable and much sought-after courtesan. "I can't believe you met a man and didn't tell me," she glared at me. "I prayed to the gods to send you someone better than Cristo-bore." Xenia rolled her eyes. First, her best friend and now her mother are against Cristobal. The guy was a literal angel…well, as much of an angel as anyone could be nowadays. "Mother, you're here early. I thought I was meeting you in two days," Xenia said, casually looking at the man behin
Xenia gripped her dagger, watching the werewolves approach them. She stopped in front of her father, who didn't seem worried at the moment. Still, she stood her ground. "Stay back," Xenia said with a shaky breath as the black werewolf looked at her sideways. Its golden eyes regarded her curiously. "Xeni, it's alright," her father said through labored breath. "They are our friends." The werewolf approached her father, who grabbed its fur to hoist himself up. The black werewolf shifted as her father covered her eyes, and the sounds of bones breaking filled the area. "Fredrick, that wound-" "I know, but I have to get her to safety. There are more out there." "Then we will help." Her father uncovered her eyes and hoisted her onto the back of one of the werewolves as he mounted the black werewolf. She held on to his hand. "Papa…" "Hold on tight, Xeni. It's going to be okay." She did as she was told but knew it was far from okay. Her father was paler than before, and his
Xenia's eyes went wide before she quickly recovered. Of course, her mother knew. Nothing gets past this lady. Xenia shook her head, ignoring her mother's question. "How can you ask me that after assaulting someone? Mother, you know you can't go on abusing every man that wants to fuck me," Xenia said while bagging all the chocolates her mother pointed to. "Hmph, it's not abuse, sweetie, if they like," she beamed. "I can teach you some things you know." Xenia shook her head and gave the bag of goodies to her mother. Lottie clapped her hands as she walked over, giving her mother a hug. "Miss Delilah, I'm not sure if I ever said this, but I think you're my spirit animal." My mother grinned at the compliment, flipping her hair to the side. "Oh, Lottie, you flatter me so." She gave Lottie a once-over. "Darling, what is this new look? I am loving this fabric. It feels like Faevian silk." Her mother walked around Lottie. "Who do I have to seduce to get one of these?" Lottie