LeviI look at the Rogue and see nothing but earnestness in his eyes. He keeps his head low as though he’s repenting his sins by my feet, but I can’t bring myself to tell him to get up. I can only look at Arthur, who stares back at me.To my surprise, I suddenly hear his voice in my head through a mind-link. “I don’t think he is to be trusted completely. This could be a trap.”He’s right. This could very well be a trap, but it could also be a way for me to get to my parents and bring them home safely. It’s a big conflict to think about, but the love and worry I feel for my parents are speaking louder than ever now, especially since I’ve been fed some hope by this situation. The only thing I can think of right now is having them back, because this is all my fault and I don’t want anyone else involved in it.I take a deep breath, feeling like I’ve been caught in a dead end. What do I do now? What do I choose?Should I take this one call and try to save my parents? Should I hold back and
LeviEveryone in the room freezes, and I have a feeling it’s from confusion instead of shock. Even me.I know that Arthur and I have already made up, but this just seems to fast and too forward even for me. He must know that he’s going to be risking his life for this mission, and I feel nervous about the possibility of ever being responsible for his life.Especially when I know that he will be marrying Arya.Arthur is looking at me, no doubt expecting a response, but I just can’t say anything to him. I don’t know how to even begin addressing what he just said. I look to everyone for answers, but they’re as stumped as I am.I clear my throat. “Arthur . . . you are aware of the possible consequences, right? You do know what’s gonna happen?”“I do,” he replies casually. “And I’m ready to go in. It’s simply is not right for you to go alone. It’s just too dangerous to be there.”“I know that,” I tell him, “And that is exactly the reason why I need to go alone. It’s way too dangerous for ev
AryaMy body is on fire now, and I remember just how much desire I have been holding back since all the bad things went down. I feel like I was in a desert all those times, needing Arthur but not having the time or the opportunity to have him.But I have him now, and I would be damned not to go all the way. I would go crazy if he stops me right now.I kiss Arthur more aggressively, matching the hot flashes of desire in his kiss with my own. I slide my tongue inside his mouth when he gasps, and I take the liberty of sliding my hand under his shirt to get a feel of his warm skin and his firm muscles.My senses are singing now, needing more and more and getting greedier and greedier by the moment. I sit up and get on his lap, and that’s when I feel the hard tent of his erection pressing against my core.I inhale, blessed with another wave of pleasure. I slowly move on top of him, my folds getting wet, reveling in the soft groan that he lets out, shooting straight into my lips.However, t
Levi“Are you a hundred percent sure about this?” I ask Arthur as we both get into the car, with me in the driver’s seat and him riding shotgun. Owen is at the back bound in handcuffs and gagged, just so he won’t yell or say anything stupid that would get us in jeopardy. “We are on our way, but it won’t be too late to back out.”Once again, Arthur give me a disbelieving look. “Really? You’re asking me this again? I’m literally getting into the car with you, dude. Have a little faith in me.”He brushes me off completely, fastening his seatbelt and motioning me to hurry up. Knowing that I would never be able to convince him to back out of this, I get into the driver’s seat and start to drive.Gammie and some of the Lycan guards gave provided a map for us to follow so we won’t just rely on the directions of Owen, who still seems way too out of it even after the effects of the truth serum have worn out.We drive in the night, the three in the morning sky still dark overhead. It’s not far
LeviArthur and I both look around, our eyes searching around the clearing for any sign of Owen.He was there just moments ago, and even if he did run, I don't think he could have made it that far. I run back to the place where we last saw him and I see that his cuffs and the other stuff he was carrying was right there.Did he shift? Because the cuffs were silver, and they would have prevented him from shifting or doing anything. And looking at them now, I can see that they're intact, which means he didn't break through them.Which also means that he didn't get out of here alone. He had some help.I turn back around to face Arthur again, but then my heart drops.Standing right behind him, holding a sharp silver knife against his throat, is Owen.This time, he's sneering at me, his red eyes dark with an expression that I can't really place. He looks unhinged, smiling and pressing his cheek against Arthur, who's standing stiffly, his eyes flicking around the place like he's trying to fin
LeviMy wolf immediately comes out, fiercer and angrier than ever before. I can feel its power invading my body, filling me with much needed energy.My body starts to expand, fur growing out of my skin as my face elongates into a snout. My mouth gets filled with big pointy teeth while razor-sharp nails pop out of my now curled hands. A long howl escapes my lips, and with that, I see Arthur shifting into his Lycan too.His Lycan is bigger than a wolf, with a magnificent silver coat that shines like a pool of coins in the light of the day. He joins my cry for battle, and even though Owen is trying to get away from both of us, he still pushes against him and tries to topple him off the hill that were on.Meanwhile, the scarred Rogue is also trying to shift, but before he can do that, I lunge at him and pin him down.I burrow my nails into his chest, drawing blood. The Rogue screams into my face, filling my nose with the rancid smell of his breath. "You will never get out of this," he t
LeviI stay frozen in place, looking at Lauren who’s staring at me with a strange expression. For some reason, there is a hint of something warm in her gaze, like she’s seeing something in me that she finds welcoming.This is confusing enough to pin me down in my place, but she keeps the spell on me anyway. I have nowhere else to look at but her. She stares into my eyes for an uncomfortable stretch of time, not saying anything at all. Soon enough, a couple of Rogues appear from behind her, these ones bigger and more muscular perhaps than Owen and the scarred Rogue combined.These new Rogues get behind me and Arthur, plastering strange metal shackles around our wrists. As soon as the lock is in place, I feel my energy getting sapped out. I sink into my knees, free from the spell.The immediate reaction from my head even though I feel weak is shifting back to my wolf form to deal with Lauren and the Rogues, but I feel a zap of electricity going up my arm the moment I even think about sh
Arthur’s POVThe Rogue guards flanking me toss me right inside what feels like a tight room, slamming me right onto the fall. Thankfully, even with my hands bound by the shackles, I manage to break my fall and roll on the ground before breaking anything.Someone reaches out and snatches the bag around my head roughly, taking some of my hair with it. Then, I’m able to see that I am indeed in a tight space. A cell in a dungeon to be exact.Of course, I think to myself dryly. This is what I get for coming here. Getting captured.I don’t blame Levi at all. In fact, I am pretty glad that I came here with him. Imagine if we all just entrusted him to the care of things with one companion, which is Owen. I witnessed myself how that turned out, and needless to say, it wasn’t very pretty.If I weren’t here, Levi would probably be dead.The Rogue guard shoots me one last evil look before turning around and leaving, slamming the door. But not even seconds after the door closes, someone comes in.
LeviI tighten my hands around Lauren’s throat, feeling it pulse under my touch. There’s the level of satisfaction to that that I can’t explain.It's dark and it's something that I don't even want to acknowledge, but I would be lying if I say that it doesn't feel good.As I watch her eyes grow bigger with alarm, I feel more and more determined to end it this way. With her right under my hands, trying to fight off the force of my strength around her neck.I hate her, I realize as I try my best to finish her off and get this over with forever. She might just be an accomplice to her shitty brother, but she knows what she's doing.And if tonight is proof, I would say that she's not as innocent as she pretends to be. She's perfectly capable of making choices that would fuck other people up even more. She knows what she's doing.I still want to know so many things, like how she got to copy the scent of Arya and why she needed it anyway, when I can just tell completely that she's not my mate
LeviMy heart nearly gets stuck inside my throat. I want to scream, but I find that I can’t. The pain in my chest is still much too great for that, and I hate that I’m not even sure I’m seeing the right thing.Is Lauren really here, or am I just manifesting the stupid dreams and thinking that I am seeing her?I blink rapidly to see if she is indeed there, and to my horror, the image of her smiling in the corner doesn’t vanish. She’s walking close to the bed I’m lying on, but Gammie doesn’t even move. She doesn’t even flinch. I know for a fact that she’s a very sensible old woman who can practically feel everything, so this worries me.I look at Lauren again and see that she's getting closer and closer, and as though to confuse me further, she touches the side of Gammie's shoulder.And the woman doesn't flinch.Is Lauren real right now? Because I can hear her footsteps. I can smell her scent. I can tell that she's getting closer to me and she feels very much solid right now.Could this
LeviI was locked in a constant state of dreams and uncomfortable thoughts when they were operating on me.Part of me was conscious, but a bigger part of me just wasn’t. It was constantly floating in a state of blankness and anxiety, just a mish mash of things that shouldn’t go together. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my parents and my childhood. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my teenage years and my short days as an Alpha.But most of the time, I was dreaming of Arya.However, when I was about to wake up, I was dreaming of something else entirely. Something that resonated with my fear, the reason why I thought about bringing down the whole arena instead of participating in the fight that Connor and Lauren wanted to see.* * *In my dream, it was nighttime, and the lights in the arena are almost blinding me. My heart is pounding so fast that I feel like it's going to give out any moment. There are so many people around us. Too many, in my opinion. And they're all looking at
Arya“Arthur,” I mutter, his name leaving my lips like a plea as I shift around in his bed. I know perfectly well that I’m sleeping, but I also know that even in this state, Arthur is still the one in my mind. My Lycan, my mate, my love. Even though I know consciously that our relationship is in jeopardy because of his choices, I still want him, and he’s still the face I long to see in my dreams.And in my dream, I see him getting dragged away by the Rogues.“No!” I yell, but in this dream world, I’m voiceless. I’m powerless. All I can do is stand there while my mate gets clawed at by the dirty outcasts. All I can do is watch while he screams for me.“Help me, Arya!” His voice rings out in the darkness of our background. “Don’t let them take me!”He holds out his hand to reach for me. I extend my arm to get him. However, he’s already too far. He’s already too close to the mouth of the dark tunnel they’re taking him to. One of the Rogues, seeing that he has his hand outstretched, kick
AryaMy mouth goes dry at the sight of Arthur.He closes the distance between us, getting on top of me and taking both of my hands before putting them over my head.His lips are urgent on mine, intent on devouring. I can feel his hardness against my thighs. His hungry mouth travels down to my neck and on my collar bones, lower down to my breasts. When his warm mouth closes over my nipple, I almost explode. He sucks it, his tongue sweeping over it until I feel feverish. I close my eyes, not even aware that he let go of my hands until he starts to squeeze my other breast.He pulls his head away from my nipple and begins to suck the other. My hips are moving on their own. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping on the sheets.I bury my hand in his hair, moaning loudly. But he's not done with me, cause before I knew it, his lips are traveling lower again. Until his face is between my legs. Lucien grabs my thighs and pries them apart. Then he leans forward, sweeping his tongue on my wet core
AryaLike an idiot, I turn to Arthur and ask, “About what?”He laughs softly, but the humor doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s a certain hint of sadness there, combined with another emotion that I can’t really place. Either way, seeing it in his eyes is throwing me a little off balance. I want to come with him and get to the bottom of it, but at the same time, I feel like he’s so serious that I don’t want to find out what he wants to say.“Just come with me,” he says gently. “Please?”“Well, of course,” I say, glancing back at Levi who is now sleeping soundly. “Who will be watching him? He can’t stay here alone, can he?”"I'm right here," Nancy says all of a sudden, appearing seemingly out of thin air. She wedges herself into the room and immediately comes to look at Levi, adjusting something on the IV that he's connected to. "I will be watching over him for the night. You two go talk, okay?""Thank you, Nancy," Arthur says, then he turns to me with that very same smile that doesn't reac
AryaMy heart leaps with joy. It’s something that I haven’t felt in what seems like forever, and I can feel it spreading all over me like a warm ray of sunshine. A smile appears on my face, and I look at Arthur.“He’s awake,” I whisper, and even I have to notice the sheer relief in my voice. “He’s alright. He made it. . . .”Arthur smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead. “I know, and I’m happy. Now go talk to him okay?”I nod, and with that I go with Nancy, who suits me up with a protective layer of clothing before we go inside.They have converted the infirmary room into a real hospital room. There are machines beeping everywhere, and there are also potions emitting sweet smelling steam somewhere in the room. There are some tools laying around, but the only thing that catches my attention is Levi lying down on the bed, his pillows fluffed up to prop him up into a sitting position.His face is pale, and his hair is slicked back over his handsome face with sweat. I can tell th
Arya“What is it?” I ask Nancy with my voice shaking immensely. I get up from my seat but I feel like the ground is lurching under my feet and I feel like I’m going to fall over if I don’t have something to cling onto. Thankfully, Arthur gets up and offers his arm to me. “What’s the problem?”Nancy hesitates, and I honestly hate how angry I became just in that moment. I want to scream at her and tell her that I am not playing games around here, that if something is up, then I must know immediately because I’ve been waiting for a long time to hear about him. Besides, the only person he has right now is me. His parents are not here and the others are back at the pack. I am the only one he has. . . .“Please,” I just say in a strained voice, looking at her and wanting to get on my knees and beg and corner her at the same time. Emotions are just running high inside my chest and I want nothing more but to know. “Please, what is happening? Is Levi okay? Will he make it?”“The truth is, I do
Arthur My blood goes cold. I swallow hard, thinking of what to say, but my mouth is completely dry and my throat is closing up. I want to assure Levi that I won’t leave him here, but he’s looking at me like he’s daring me to say those words just so he could reject them completely. So instead of talking it through with him and risking any rejection, I lift him up to his knees and very carefully start to chip away at the piece of rock lodged inside his body. Thankfully, the rock is easy to chip off, as it seems to be made of hardened mud instead of actual stone. I manage to clip it down close to his body so it won’t move or damage anything inside him. He kept groaning and screaming the entire time, and I just had to close my hearing so that I wouldn’t hear it and experience the pain of seeing him go through it. When I’m done, I take him into my arms, not caring about how weird it could look or what he has to say, and it seems that he still has a lot to say. As though to prove my poi