I wake up to a figure looming over me.
"Goddess!" I exclaim, clutching my racing heart.The figure chortles and it sounds very much like Ray. "Get yo ass off the bed, princess. Just 'cause you hooked up with the boss don't mean you get to sleep in!"Hooked up with who? I jerk into a sitting position, looking around with bleary eyes. My head is pounding and the colours seem all too bright.The events from last night come running back and the last thing I recall is fleeing from the elevator. I peer down at my legs. Tucked in. I raise my fingers, turning them over as I stare with a frown. Clean. No blood."Ray," I mutter, pushing back the covers. "What happened last night?"She snorts, prying open my dresser and hurling a towel at my head. "I should be asking you that, girl. How was it?!"Brows furrowed, I pull down the towel, ignoring the pounding in my head. "How was what?"She looks back at me incredulously. "No, girl. Don't play dumb with me. The sex! How was it?! Is he as good they say he is??"I blink. "What on earth are you talking about?" I'd almost gotten myself shipped back to Lycanthia--Goddess, I had almost died, and she's asking me about...sex?She closes my dresser and leans against the door, hugging her chest. "I'm out there searching high and low, thinking something awful happened to you. Then Owen spills the beans that you left with some dude. I'm like, 'She's a grown woman, she'll be fine.' But nooo, by 2am, who shows up at my doorstep? Sinclair--fuckin'--Winchester, holding yo passed out ass! And to top it off, you're sporting his clothes! Girl, you're something else!"I look down at myself. An oversized black shirt clings to my frame. A quick sniff has my insides turning warm. A lacy bra I don't recognize peeks out from the undone buttons and I'm not sure what to feel. Embarrassed or mortified. He'd changed my underwear too? Did he stare at me? Did he take photos for later? Did he paint my naked body--because I wouldn't put it past him. Don't let them take me back.I groan, pulling the covers over my head. What else did I say to him?"He got you that bad, huh? Damn girl--"I hurl a pillow at her before she can suggest more things. "Nothing happened!" I yell, even if I'm not entirely sure about that."Sure."I lick my lips. "Did he say anything before he left?" Ray's perfectly carved brows rise. "Like what? Take care of her?"My eyes widen. "He said that?""Hell nah, girl, but he did drop this off," she says, strolling to the make-up table. She grabs a white sheet off it and hands it to me."What's this?" I ask, cheeks heating up as I unfold the paper. Surely, he didn't drop a love--I scowl at the elegant scrawl that looks almost calligraphic. "Don't be late, Ms. Sullivan. And I like my coffee scalding hot."***********After six returns to the Café to get Mr. Winchester's order, I arrive at the door to our office a couple of minutes after six.I stand outside for a moment to catch a breath and get my act together. I let out a breath and push the door with my free hand. "About last night--"The heady scent of arousal slams into me, cutting me short in my sentence and I look up to find a half naked woman sprawled on my desk, moaning loud enough to bring down the glass walls.And right there, between her thighs, Mr. Winchester dallies, eyes on me as he...Fuck. "I'll be outside," I say quickly, running out.The woman runs out a few minutes later, giggling with eyes so bright, they could blind a crowd, and my snarl at her is not intentional. "Come in, Ms. Sullivan," I hear HIM call to me, and I push the door aside begrudgingly, storming for his desk. I slam the cup of coffee on his table. "There's your scalding hot coffee, boss.""It's not hot.""Throw it away, then," I snap, yanking out tissues from my purse to wipe pussy-juices off my desk."I'll have you know you can't speak to me that way.""Fire me then." I toss the tissue into the trash can and feel for another.He is quiet for a moment, and I don't even hear him approach until he is behind, gripping my shoulders and spinning me around to look at him. "You rejected me. Why does it affect you so?"I say nothing. He isn't worth the hassle. Or my time. Or my venting. It's not that I found him between another woman's legs that bothers me. It's not the sound of her moans that got to me. It's his absolute lack of respect. His audacity. His shamelessness.Of all the millions to get paired with in this world and mine, it had to be him. I have once been this way. Years ago, for Rune. I'd wanted him so badly, I'd have done anything to get him where I wanted him. The outcome of it had only solidified my belief in the saying, What is yours will find you.I can't believe this piece of shit found me. I can't tell if this is punishment for wishing death upon Rune's mate. The Moon Goddess does have a cruel sense of humour."You are way in over your head if you think your antics affect me. Let go. This pile isn't going to clear itself out," I say, levelling a cool stare at him.His hand shoots out and closes around my throat. The tissues slip from my hands and I hold my breath as he leans in, breath tickling my skin. "Tell me, Gin," he breathes, scent of mint and rum eroding my senses. He walks us back until my rump hits the desk that still reeks of cum. "Tell me what I have to do to get under your skin."His voice is a wet dream and I shiver against him as he leans in, tongue flicking over my ear. I shudder again, swallowing the abominable sound rising up my throat. The lust I feel standing this close to him is unbearable. I want to lean into him. I want to pull his head down and suck the mint off his tongue.I want him sprawling me on the table too and-- Stop it, Ezra.She yowls before going completely quiet."Get the fuck off me."He lets out a small laugh as he pulls back, and his eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. "Get ready. I have a meeting in ten."************ The figures are alarming. Mr. Winchester says to get familiar with the sales report as well as production with every company he's partnered with...which at this point is well over two hundred. Quite a lot to monitor for someone whose only main aim in life is fucking.I sound pained, I'm aware, but you would be too if your boss says he's headed for a meeting, and you've been outside a hotel room waiting for the meeting to be over while being subjected to listening to moans and grunts.I flip the page as I wait, memorising the names of the companies. Clubs, bars, hotels, hospitals, jewelry and clothings lines, pharmaceuticals, automobiles, hotels, realty, mining, transportation, food production--there is not a single line of business Sinclair Winchester isn't involved in.Investments, tons of them, with absurd amount of profits that'd last for an eternity, and he's in there banging an old hag to finalize another deal.At this rate, I can't decide if he's a sex addict or he's a mentally unstable sex addict.The woman leaves first, and she is literally glowing when she walks past, lost in whatever dreams Mr. Winchester must have placed in her, along with his stupid dick. She even says hello.I don't respond, pretending to be engrossed in the file I'm glossing through."Come, Sullivan. Quickly," he says, adjusting his tie with a haunted look in his eyes. I follow closely behind him, noting the tightness in his shoulders and muscles as he moves. He seems a little off and distant.He is quiet for the entirety of the elevator ride and though, I try to ignore it, it's obvious something's wrong.The doors part, ushering us into a different lobby in the hotel. The attendants at the counter perk up upon sighting us and I can tell he's been here many times. Probably banged them too from the smarmy smiles on their faces."Which?" is all he asks, grabbing a key card from the perky brunette."The third, sir."It's a little hard to keep up. He walks very fast, even for my Lycan swiftness. We take another elevator several floors up, and as we wait, he says, "Do not speak, even when spoken to. Stay by my side at all times. Do not so much as blink in his direction, or breathe in his direction. You do not see us or hear us." "Who is he? And why bring me along?" He doesn't turn to look at me as he says, "I saw what you did to the lycans last night. If anything goes wrong, I know you can hold your own against human males. Elijah likes to have witnesses through meetings. Hostages to force me into complying with his demands."I hear the words he doesn't say and the hint of danger lurking underneath. "What demands, and has there ever been a situation where something went wrong?"He says nothing, and I don't push it. The air between us is thick with tension and unspoken words. An argument will only make it worse. So I ask something else that has been bothering me the entire day."Last night, did I..." My voice trails off as I recall my claws ripping through skin and bones."I handled it." I have a feeling that I don't want to know what handled means."Did you...""If you're asking if I fucked you in your delirious state, no. I have my lows, but never that." I wasn't going to ask that. I'd know if I was touched. I didn't feel any different down there this morning. I was going to ask if he handled the other male. As well as the one that had been outside, waiting in the car. Just to be sure that no one reports back to my uncle that I had help.But my lips snap shut at his words. He'd saved my life. That's all that matters. So I tell him, "Thank you."He doesn't respond.A staring contest, for the lack of better word. That's all that's happened between Mr. Winchester and the man he calls Elijah. Fifties, nasty scar along his jaw line, dead dark eyes, thin lips pulled in a tight line, an expensive tuxedo that screams power and style.Several rings adorn his fingers and they glint in the light as he pulls the pipe from his lips and releases the vile smoke that has me holding my breath. Oh, but the tension goes all the way to the roof. Behind Mr. Winchester and I, there are half a dozen guards. All armed. Elijah has his too, hands resting on their guns, ready to unload the bullets.I try as much as possible to shrink back in the chair. I am not prepared to find out if I can outrun a bullet. I do hope my pay check is worth this danger."Perhaps, she could be the subject," Elijah says, voice cold like ice as he regards me.I feel Mr. Winchester stiffen beside me, though his expression remains blank. "Your last sample had my secretary bedridden for months.
The door behind me creaks, and I shoot a glare at the figure in the mirror, leaning against the door frame, watching me."I quit," I mutter, wiping the corner of my mouth."I didn't peg you to be a coward."I whirl, clutching the counter behind me. "Coward? If he'd aimed to kill, I'd be dead!""But you didn't die." Composed. Aloof. His expression is blank, and his aura gives off nothing. It infuriates me. I push back from the counter, closing the gap between us. "My life may mean nothing to you, but it's everything to me. I won't throw it away for a worthless piece of shit like you," I hiss.He laughs, a dark and chilling sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Bullets may have their power, but so do I. There are things in this world you can't even begin to comprehend. My life may not follow your rules, but it sure as hell matters to me. And as for being worthless? Sweetheart, I've survived more than you can fathom, and I've carved my own path through the darkness. Should it not bod
I spear the beef on my fork, grimacing. "Why does it look like this?"We're in the company's cafeteria during lunch break, and it feels like everyone's eyes are on us. They probably think I'm the boss's new pet project or something.Ray snorts, devouring her food without a care in the world. "It always looks like this, girl. You eating that or what?" She shoves her plate towards me, and I slide mine over. I'm not particularly hungry. I look at the meat and I see blood. Bile rises to my throat at the thought and I push it out of my head."So, how's it going with lover boy?" Ray winks at me.I roll my eyes. "For the umpteenth time, there's nothing going on, and stop doing that. You're embarrassing me!" I snap, pulling the miserable bone from her mouth. She shoots me a scathing look that could freeze hell over. "What? Hang with the boss for one day and I'm embarrassing you now? Forgotten how you licked the sauce off the plate--""Shut up!" I yell, laughing before she can complete her s
"I...need a boyfriend."Ray starts, brows rising with incredulity. "Well, look who's got a sudden lightbulb moment. Something happen?" She pauses and starts to smile sheepishly. "He's starting to get to you. Ain't that rich?" Find somewhere else to be. That was yesterday, and I can never forget the way I felt in that moment. Like shit. They hadn't even waited for me to leave, hadn't waited for me to get my Acceptance Letter from Mr. Winchester. I'd had to move around them to grab it from his desk, and it had taken all of my will power to not smash something."Word of advice?" Ray asks as she fixes my hair. "Get in his billion-dollar bed."I snort. "Seriously, girl. You two hit it, you get a taste of the man and his wallet. If he ghosts you, hey, no commitment, no drama! It's a double win-win situation for you!""I'm not having sex with Sinclair Winchester.""You really should. He's got it bad for you, I'm tellin' ya. I ain't ever seen the boss act this way with
When I was four, I met Rune the first time. His father had brought him to finalize the agreement between our families. I was betrothed to him that day.I had been fascinated first by his hair. They were strands of moonlight. His skin was as pale as his hair. His eyes were magical. He had an aura unlike anything I had encountered. There had been darkness. There had been mystery. There had been pain.I wanted to know more. I wanted to fix what I had thought was broken.He belonged with me, I had thought to myself every time we met. I didn't think there was any woman in Lycanthia who could have taken my place by his side. I was the fairest, from a powerful family of distant royals. Growing up, I held onto that certainty. Rune and I were going to get mated as soon as we were done at the Academy. I had stayed chaste. I had turned down advances. It was a constant in my life, the belief that one day I would be his Erasthai and rule as his Queen.Rune had been a hard book to read. While he s
Petty.I felt rather wild, and went ahead to fix the date at one of Mr. Winchester's fancy hotels, certain of the fact that he would find me there.It took him all of fifteen minutes to drop in with a brunette and secure the nearest table to us.Gary doesn't seem to notice that there's an angry lycan who looks seconds away from ripping his head off. I pretend not to notice too. If the woman notices that Mr. Winchester's attention is somewhere else, she does little to show it."What do you do?" I ask and take a drink from my glass. The coffee burns deep in my throat and I shut my eyes, relishing in the feel of it."I'm a lab scientist for the most part of it. I own an impressive lab downtown. I work in biogenetics."Should I know what that means? Where I come from, *science* isn't important enough to be a subject in school. What does a race that doesn't get old or need medicine to heal need science for?It's really that simple. The Goddess created all things, and she can unm
I dream.It is not a nice dream.It is one I hate to revisit, but I am forever caught in the throes of it. There is no escape. It doesn't matter how much further I go to bury it deep within me, it will always resurface. "Show Alaric to his room, Ginevra," father tells me. I smile. I am young. I am a fool. I think his frequent gazes and smiles mean he is fond of me. He touches my hair as I lead him down the hallway and he compliments it. He tells me my hair shimmers like golden threads under the sunlight. He tells me I could as well be the Moon Goddess. I blush. I have no idea why he says these things, but they make me smile. Like an idiot. "Will you come by my room later? I brought something you might like very much from the human realm." I love gifts. I nod swiftly, eyelashes lowering. Alaric tells me I look stunning when I smile. He tells me to smile whenever I see him. I do. I return to his chambers later that day. It is a little past mid
"Where were you born?"I say nothing, staring blankly at the ugly ceiling. I awoke a few minutes ago, and Elijah Coleman has been trying to get me to converse with him."I looked into you. Sinclair pulled an impressive amount of strings to get you an identity. A false one. It tickled my curiousity. Sinclair is right about the most selfish man I know."I blink, moving my head left and right to dispel the last remnants of dizziness. The colours seem overly bright, and my bones feel weary.He suddenly crouches in front of me and reaches for my hair. He tucks it behind my ear and I hate that I can't move. I want nothing more than to slam his face into the wall. Claw out his eyes too while I'm at it.But I can't fucking lift a finger.That is what scares me. Human drugs should have no effect on us, their impact fleeting due to our rapid metabolism. A temporary weakness, lasting a minute at most, nothing so strong that it'd incapacitate me. His fingers linger over my ear, stroking th
NAOMIIt is indeed amusing, more so than I thought it would be.Dane would laugh his head off if he saw me right now, carrying a backpack, strutting down a hallway filled with women who stare at me with wide eyes and men who whistle unabashedly. I know, I look good in leather.I halt by a huge door, peering up at a sentinel who has the sternest stare. “Hello, love. Would you mind opening up for me? I have an appointment with your…principal?”His gaze rakes me from head to toe and rises back again. “Chancellor Vesper,” he mouths slowly, like he’s talking to a kid, and I can’t help the faint smile that blooms across my lips at the notion. The male turns around, and I whistle at how nice his ass looks in uniform. Stepping foot into this land has brought me across the finest specimens I’ve ever seen. There is no end to them. None at all. I step out of my allotted room in castle—hot guards. I walk the streets of Lycanthia—extremely hot villagers. I walk into school—stunning, beautiful and
It’s not mine, I swear.“I’m sorry,” my husband apologizes for the umpteenth time, dropping a kiss to the curve of my mouth. It’d almost been a mishap. Almost. Had Ethan not swooped in with rings that I’m pretty sure were new; rings I didn’t choose. As if he somehow knew Sinclair was going to lose them, like he did during his wedding with Eliana. I currently have a fucking plan B on my ring finger and the more I look at the more I want to smack him.I purse my lips, refusing to speak to him. I’m not particularly mad, but how does a man forget his own damned wedding rings? Okay, maybe I’m a little irked, and plenty disappointed.Grasping his cool hands tightly, I let him spin me across the floors in an elaborate sweep than earns cheers and I blush, smiling at a clapping Ray. “I’ll murder you later,” I tell Sinclair and Dane chokes on his wine somewhere in the gathering.“I look forward to what method you’ll chose. Your hands are much too small to strangle me. You love me too much to p
Three Months Later…GinevraMy fingers are sweaty around Rune’s arm, and my steps are slow, a complete contrast to my racing heartbeat. I cannot, for the life of me, contain my excitement and anxiety. My breaths are shallow, and I can’t get enough air in my lungs.Rune’s larger hand lands on mine, and I glance up, looking through the veil. His green eyes smile as he pats down gently. “Think of tonight. It’ll help.”Tonight. Butterflies scatter in my stomach. It’s not like it’s going to be my first night with Sinclair, but it is my wedding night after all. The first night I’ll spend as Mrs. Winchester. My toes curl in my heels at the thought of it, and maybe, just maybe I start walking a little faster to get it over with.I grin widely as Ethan, dressed in a black tuxedo, gives the huge door a large push and it parts wide enough to reveal the floral petal pathway. Rune takes the first step up, and I follow, blowing a playful kiss at Ethan, whose lips tilt up into a small smile.As I st
Fenrir Leaning against the wall, he overlooked the gardens where his mate knelt, tending to the flowers with her bare hands. Her light hair brushed over her cheek and she pushed it back, smearing mud on her porcelain skin. Her eyes were the brightest he’d seen them in days, and he wished he could take her with him.It was for her, after all, that he was doing this for. He would right the only wrong he had done in his life. He would return to the past, and ensure he never even met with the boy’s mother.But Fenrir knew there were consequences and sacrifices to be made if he was going to toy with time. Nothing as drastic as losing his life, but he truly did wonder if the world might have been a better place without him. An awful thought. If he didn’t exist, Hekate wouldn’t have been reborn into Rune’s body and the problem with the Void would never have been resolved. Zephyr would have been mated to some lord who didn’t understand her meek, yet wild nature and desires. The world was
GinevraSinclair bounces the Viper into the driveway later in the afternoon. He kills the engine and I wipe a stray tear from my cheek before he can notice.I reach for the doorknob, but he’s already walking around the car to get it for me. I try to get out on my own, but my feet won’t hold me up. I’m exhausted. Recovering, but still very tired. The physician said the poison was completely gone and a few days of rest would be enough to get me back on my feet. He had insisted that I still stay, but I couldn’t stand being at the castle anymore.“Let me,” Sinclair says softly, hands sliding under my knees as he lifts me up. His face has a nasty grimace when he glances up. “I’m afraid we have guests.”I follow his gaze to the familiar cars parked around the yard and I smile a little. “They must’ve missed you.”“We very well know they’re just busybodies,” he mutters, carrying me inside. “I’ll get the urn when—”“Leave it there,” I whisper, closing my eyes to push another onslaught of tears
SinclairHe walks around his desk, red robe flowing behind him, and he walks past without looking at me. At the last second, he says, "Walk with me, Norman."Norman. The impulse to rip his skin off his bones pounds through me, but I know it'll get me nowhere. I push off the door, trailing behind him slowly as he walks, hand folded behind his back.The silence stretches on for some time before he stops before a huge black door, pressing his palm against it. The door shudders and slides open, revealing a vast orchard. I hesitate at the threshold, but the king continues on, robe dragging across the grass. "If I planned on killing you, you'd be dead already, boy.""You call me boy one more time, I'll kill you," I promise, following behind him.The door shuts with a loud boom and he turns to me. "Give it a try. You know you want to."His eyes taunt me. Try, if you dare, they seem to say. I don't do well with threats or challenges. I lunge for him, my fist connecting with his jaw. The secon
Sinclair“I’ve gotten most of it out, but I’d need to administer the antidote over the next few days. I’d advise you remained at the castle for the time being, lest her condition deteriorates.”“You’re welcome to stay,” the man who I will not call my half-brother says behind me softly, and I ignore him, watching Gin shiver and sob in her sleep. I had barely stepped out of the hall when her body began to spasm in my hands.A quick inspection, and the wound from the arrow stabbed into her shoulder had turned black. Poison. It’d explain why her father died so quickly. An arrow I assume was meant for me.Naomi fidgets by the door, rattling off something to Astrid, even as her gaze keeps darting back to Ginevra. She feels guilty, and that’s a first for Naomi who doesn’t give two fucks about anything or any one else. She talks a lot when she’s nervous, and scared, and right now, even I am frightened. For Gin. She’ll recover from the poison, but I’d never seen her so…lost.A guard suddenly a
The seconds blend together and I’m there, beside my father, unable to breathe, to think a way out—Father’s form begins to morph, crumple, as he shifts. I look up, and the physician is a few feet away, but even I know an arrow in the throat is as fatal as a severed head. Still, I wail and plead. Anything to get it out, anything to get the wound to heal—because it’s not. It’s turning black instead, and it’s spreading so fast, I’m scared to blink, or I’ll lose time again.Father’s eyes, now back to being blue, shift to mine, and for the first time in so many years, I see clarity in them. He starts to talk but blood sputters from his lips, and I place my hands on either of his cheeks. “No, don’t…don’t try to speak.”I feel wet, warm hands on mine, and I look down to see him grasping my fingers tightly. It is odd. It’s been so long, I no longer know what his warm touch feels like, and though it is foreign, I tighten my fingers around his hand, unwilling to let go.In the moments when some
The air lightens, for everyone else but me. I am bound by his order, and I watch in horror as Sinclair, free once again, tries to grab me. But I suddenly feel invisible fingers around my neck, choking me. I grab my neck, gasping for breath, and Sinclair halts, snarling at King Fenrir. "Let her go!"King Fenrir leans back in his chair, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Get in the ring then." He looks back at Astrid and Naomi. "Try anything funny, and I'll snap her neck." He snaps his fingers and my head starts to move in the wrong direction. "It's really that easy."Growling, turns in the opposite direction and pulls a sword out of a guard's hostler and he's in the ring before my neck can actually snap.The king's hold on me lessens enough to turn my head forward and watch them and I exhale deeply, breathing hard and sobbing.An elder I recognize--I'm too shaken up to remember what the fuck his name is--starts rambling off the rules that no one ever adheres to. I try reaching Sinclai