“That’s not…” I trail off with a sigh. Flex my hands at my side.“Lionel, what are you talking about?” She asks quizzically.I shake my head in defeat. “Never mind. The girls are waiting for you.”I head to my study to think. Irritated at my failure. Still without an answer to my predicament.I drop
Nan’s POVThe moment had arrived.The moment I had been dreading since I first realized that I wanted to stay. My shameful secret. I had imagined dozens of scenarios of this.All of which had played on repeat in my nightmares. I had thought the worst of it had come true at his mother’s birthday part
He gives me a slight guilty shrug. “It made me think back on a few things I noticed about you.”‘That’s not good news for me,’ I inwardly cringe. “Like what?”“Well, you don’t react like most wolves. You never flash your eyes or claws when you’re clearly upset. Your senses don’t seem to be as…keen a
Nan’s POVHe opens his mouth to speak…“I don’t think of wolf-less as anything.”The words themselves are rather benign. Nothing to be upset over. Generous compared to other descriptions I’ve heard.But my stomach drops, nonetheless.His expression is far from benevolent. There is a derision to his
I winced. For an alpha to abandon his pack…it is against every instinct of a wolf. For alphas, it is considered sacrilege.“He ran away with her. No one saw or heard from them for decades. The pack was outraged.”Lionel pauses. Takes a deep breath. Shoulders tense.“I was only a kid when I first saw
Third Person POV“…see, didn’t you?” The maid giggled with her coworker.“Alpha Lionel is so different. I’ve worked here for 6 years. He’s always been so unapproachable.” The other maid remarked.“You’re telling me. He’s never been rude. Not like some of those other people I’ve worked for.” Said the
The dark stairwell led to the mistress’ private parlor. Deep in the heart of her own mansion. Not even used by family.There mistress sat. Waiting with a plain tea set. Plain, used only for those of low status like themselves.‘Mistress is generous,’ thought her spy. Their mistress always prepared r
Nan’s POVThis wedding gig had not been my idea.After being accused of theft by my cheating ex-friend…my passion for wedding planning had been greatly diminished. But letting go of my long-awaited dream career after one mishap is not a possibility either.So much has passed since my last venture in
Third Person POVIt had been the easiest wedding Nan had ever planned.She knew that she might have been stressed under any other circumstances. Nan had survived much worse than planning her own wedding. So this did not phase her.Scarlett and her sister had been a huge help in that regard.Nan was
He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in. Again and again. It was fast and brutal.I loved every second of it. This is what I had been craving. Lionel at his wildest and utterly crazed for me.At one point he turned me onto all fours. This new ankle only brought him deeper. Making me clenc
Nan’s POVIt should have been awkward.We were on a deserted island. The heavy weight of history of this place resting over us like a dark cloud. Exposed to the elements.It should not have been as arousing as it was.There was something about this that excited me. We were out in the open. Anyone co
I felt sick to my stomach. Everything I had uncovered had hinted at some dark origins. I could not have imagined anything like this.I could imagine it in my mind’s eye. The betrayal from the people they had led. Blood and shackles their new fate.“Only one clan remembered its original purpose. Only
Nan’s POVThis was the moment I had been waiting for.Mr. Holder had allowed us to go home and rest for a while. Correctly guessing that Lionel and I needed time to rest after that ordeal. Neither of us wanted to be far from each other that night.Mr. Holder had requested for us to meet with him at
I let the bond wash over me. Lionel pushes his emotions through. His fear, his worry, his love.I send back my own terrible fear and pain. He takes it into himself. Almost cupping it like he would a wound.There are no true words in the bond. Not really. But if there were…‘Remember…fight…remember w
Nan’s POVMy entire world was aflame.Fire filled my vision. Smoke burned my lungs. I held my breath.The fire licked at my skin. Heated my blood. Seeking to fill the hollow of my bones.The strangest thing was that I was not burning.I should have been. Any normal fire would nave incinerated me. Ye
“Yes?”“If we do this-” She begins.“Nan!” I interject sharply.I am ignored.“-and it fails…what will happen to me?” She asks tightly.He meets her gaze head on. Unflinching. “You would most likely perish.”“See?! It’s too risky!” I growl.Nan is not paying me any mind. Her attention is directed at
Lionel’s POV“Today marks your third trial.”“What is today?” I ask weakly. “Running through the forest…a treasure hunt?”Each trial had gotten progressively more difficult. I had not forgotten the man’s last words to us. Knowing that this would be the worst of all did not inspire much confidence in