Levi"Daniel?" I ask in confusion, backing away from the women until I almost stumble on my own feet. "Daniel, what is the meaning of this?""It means fun, my brother," he says, coming up behind me and patting me on the back before pushing me towards the ladies. "They are all yours, Alpha."I hate the teasing tone in his voice and it's so foreign to me, so new that I suddenly feel the urge to slap it out of his mouth. But as soon as he gets close, I manage to take a whiff of something that smells sour and deep from him, the smell of alcohol. It's basically swirling around his body like a second skin.Why is Daniel drunk? Do his parents know? So this is their idea of a party? This was their plan all along? To invite a bunch of strangers over to our pack and have them all come at me?Anger is starting to rise in my chest but I try hard not to explode right then and there.I also know that they have my best interests at heart. I know that as braindead as this is, this is actually their
Levi"What?" the girl on my lap asks after a full beat. "What did you say?"And that is when the whole situation comes crashing down on me. Here I am, sitting on a couch in some kind of basement behind the arena, with my closest friends. Theo is passed out drunk. Daniel is making out with five women at once. And I'm here with a woman on my lap grinding on me. I don't even know her name.I'm pretty sure she told me, but I forgot. The reason why I forgot? Because I was too drunk and too emotional that her facial features got blurred, either by alcohol or my imagination, and I thought of her as Arya.Then I redirected all my desire for Arya onto this girl, whose name I decidedly forgot.To top it all off, I also called her the wrong name to her face, after telling her that we should get out of here so I can have my way with her.That's how much of a douchebag I have become.I shake my head, trying to regain more of myself and my wits. Meanwhile, the girl is still on my lap and she's
LeviSuddenly my whole body snaps to attention. For some reason the sound just feels . . . ominous, and I can’t shake off the feeling that someone is watching me.That someone has been watching me this whole time I was in the forest.My first hopeful thought is that it’s Arya, who’s lingering in the woods watching over me. But as delusional and as hopeless as I am, I knew that that would be stupid and impossible. I would have tracked her scent by now since we are mates, and I have been looking for her all this time.My second thought is that maybe Naomi followed me, but I don’t think she wants me enough to do that. I am perfectly confident that she just targeted me because I’m an Alpha but she doesn’t really care for me at all.My third thought is my friends, who are both probably passed out drunk by now. They would not be coming here sneaking up on me and watching me.That leaves me with a possible stranger and a spy that I probably haven’t noticed until now.I look directly at the d
LeviFor a whole second, my whole world goes dark. The Rogue man's words seem to echo in my head, making everything tilt on its axis and shaking things off balance.I stare at him to detect some kind of lie but I don't find it. I just see a strong hint of integrity, which I admit is a trait that is rarely found in Rogues.This family seems so different though. They're all looking at me now like I should just take their word and I don't know what's happening to me but I believe them.After all, I have not shared any kind of detail. They're the ones who provided such a clue."Do you. . . ." I trail off to clear my throat and remove all kinds of emotions and attachments from my voice. "Do you remember when you saw that?" I ask. "Are there any details that you might recall?""Nothing much, except that that night was a full moon and the forest was alight like your pack had some kind of celebration going on," the Rogue man says. "And she just appeared out of nowhere as we were looking for a
AryaEven though the past few days have been incessantly stressful for me, I’m surviving. And I’m actually doing pretty well.With Arthur’s help and assurance, I’ve been having less and less thoughts about Levi and what he can do to ruin my day. Chances are, he might not even go. For all I know he is mated with someone else now and is living a good life as an Alpha. Why would he care about some Lycan debutante that he doesn’t know about?Also, the day is all about me. Just me and how I’m going to be integrate into the Lycan royals. Why would I make it about someone else? Why would I make it about someone who doesn’t care about me?With all of this in mind and reinforced by Arthur and my friends when I told them about my dilemma, I manage to do great until the day before my coronation.The kingdom announced the whole week as a holiday, a whole week of pure celebration and happiness. It’s a very sweet gesture that I would never let anyone ruin.Today is a Saturday. Next Saturday will be
AryaKing Samuel and Queen Helena come over to hug me, and I hold them back. But then the three of us all scream when the crown nearly fell from my head.He takes it from me and puts it back on its pedestal hastily. “That was a close one. Let’s just leave that there. . . .”With that, he trots over to us like a kid, and mom and I both laugh, then we hug each other tightly again. How long we’ve been in there hugging like that, I don’t know. All I know is that we all get shocked to attention by a knock on the door.“Come in!” Queen Helena calls out, and then the door opens.Walking in with a big smile on his face is no other than Arthur.He bows as soon as he gets in, which I admit is kind of funny but also really sweet and adorable. “Good morning, your Highnesses.”“Is that even a thing?” I joke.Arthur straightens up and shrugs. “We will make it a thing.”We all laugh, and King Samuel beckons him to come forward. “Come here, Arthur. Don’t just stand by the door like that. You know you
ArthurI’m nervous. My whole body is shaking and my mind is spouting all kinds of thoughts that are making me less and less confident about what I’m about to do.I stand behind Arya and take off the blindfold, revealing the candlelit dinner setup that I have been working on for the past few days.I hear her gasp under her breath and I breathe a small sigh of relief. I know her and that little gasp means that she likes it, and this only gets confirmed when she turns around and holds my face in her hands.“You’re wonderful.” She smiles and plants a kiss on my lips. “This is beautiful.”Because I’m too nervous to speak, I just smile and lead her to the table, keeping my hand on the small of her back.She beams at me as I lay out a chair for her, and even though there are great desserts in front of us, she’s only looking at me.“Do you not want the cakes?” I ask, then I internally beat myself for sounding so dumb.Arya just laughs softly, and my heart starts to beat with yearning even tho
AryaI stare at Arthur kneeling in front of me with a hopeful light in his eyes and I nearly cry.This has been my dream for the longest time, to be loved like this. To be appreciated like this. Who would have thought that the one who will make all my dreams come true is the goofy, flirtatious, and weird guy that I met in a kingdom I didn’t even know I belong to?I feel like a true princess staring at the diamond ring in the box. He got that just for me. To ask my hand in marriage. This feels like a perfect ending to a fairytale, but I know that this will only be the beginning for us.“Yes,” I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Yes, I will marry you.”I don’t wait for him to put the ring on my finger. I take it from the box and put it on myself, which makes him laugh. Then he throws aside the box to hug me, lift me off my feet, and kiss me firmly on the lips.And just like that, I feel the swirl of desire all over again.I wrap my legs around his waist, making sure that my core
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