Their arrival on the Werewolf Kingdom was full of fanfare. King Davos himself came to the docks to meet the ship and Akari thought the king very handsome. He was tall and large, of course, like all the others, and his hair had much more gold in it than red, but he looked a lot like Nikolai. He had a strong jaw and a stern-looking face. That is, until he spotted Beatrice and held out his arms to her. Beatrice ran to him and he swept the consort off her feet, swinging her around in his arms. He leaned in close and whispered something in her ear that made Beatrice laugh and blush. Akari watched him with fascination as he kissed his consort tenderly. Then, keepingan arm around Beatrice, he came forward and gave Nikolai a greeting that Akari had never seen before, a kind of fist bumping with both his hands held up high in the air, almost like a high five, but with closed fists. Then he released Beatrice and grabbed his son for what looked like a bone-crushing hug. “Wh
Akari walked over and looked inside, Instead of the dark red and black of Nikolai's room, this room was done all in shades of pink. She turned with astonishment to Nikolai, who looked back at her blankly. “What? Don’t you like it? Beatrice had it done for you before we left. She said she thought your sister might like the color very much. Is it not to your taste?” “Pink is for little girls,” she said softly, turning to look at Nikolai. “I’m not one, as you may have noticed. It was a nice thought of Beatrice's for Allison, but…” “But not for you.” Akari sighed and stepped inside. “It doesn’t really matter.” Before she’d gone more than two steps, her arm was taken and she was turned around. “Of course it matters—I want you to be happy here. Now tell me your favorite color.” “I-I don’t really know. Blue, I guess.” Nikolai drew her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. “Good choice. Then blue it is. I’ll have workmen to come in right away.” Akari felt herself blush again,
Nikolai kissed her and went to the door to motion someone in. A large werewolf doctor came in and nodded at Akari. The doctor had an injection appliance and motioned to Akari to lean over the end of the bed. “What the hell is that? Who is this, Nikolai?” “This is a doctor, of course. He has the first of your injections. They’re nothing to worry about.” “The hell you say. Look at that needle. Fuck, no.” “Akari, you know I would never let anyone do anything to hurt you. Humans that werewolves wanted to impregnate all take these injections and they won’t harm you. They just get your body ready to bear werewolf children.” Akari knew all about the damn things by this time, having done her research. The alterations were, after all, not as extensive as might be thought. Doctors would inject a potent combination of hormones, stem cells and other substances into her, and this enabled her uterus to become more stronger and durable so she can grow werewolf children inside of her. For at l
Akari woke later that evening, sticky and sore and all alone. She sat up and stretched, trying to get the kinks out of her back. She didn’t feel too bad, considering, though she was a little achy. And very hungry.A soft knock came on the door and before she could answer, it opened to admit two young women. They came in and bowed respectfully to her and the oldest one stepped to the foot of the bed. “Consort Akari, may we draw a bath for you?” “Sure, I guess so,” Akari said, shrugging and pulling her robe around her more securely. She wasn’t used to servants, and it would take some getting used to. “I’d really like a snack, though, before dinner. Can you get me something while I’m bathing? Please. And where are my servants?” “They’ve gone down to the docks to get the rest of your luggage.” She bowed and then bustled into the bathroom, where Akari could hear the water running for her bath. The hot water would feel good and she couldn’t wait to get some of the
Akari always hated court dinner parties. Well, hate was a strong word, but she really didn’t like them much. And tonight’s dinner with the ministers of the court was certainly no exception. For one thing, Nikolai was at the table with his father, King Davos, along with all the other princes, even the youngest one. The ministers and the council members were there too, while she and Queen Beatrice, and all the other wives and husbands of the court were relegated to a separate table next to the king’s. When Nikolai first explained to her that they wouldn’t be able to sit together, she raised an eyebrow at him, but when he had given him the “It’s traditional,” line it effectively shut him down. The only saving grace to this boring dinner was Beatrice, who rolled would occasionally roll her eyes and made little faces and generally made fun of the men at the other table, whose loud voices drowned out all conversation at their smaller one. On this particular night, Akari had just about ha
Akari woke up with a start and then she wished she hadn't. When she was suddenly felt pain so intense she couldn’t breathe. She tried to take in air and gasped instead, her head is killing her, wrecking her, destroying her. She must be dying, do she weakly reached out blindly for help. A hand pushed her roughly away and then she heard voices nearby. Then other hands were poking at her, prodding her. Something wet, cold and stinging dabbed at the back of her head and a man’s angry voice was too loud next to her ear. “Why’d you hit her so hard, damn it?” A muffled voice answered her from across the room, but Akari couldn’t understand the words to make any sense. She allowed herself to sink back down in the darkness to get away. The next time she woke up, the pain was still intense but she could breathe again. She cracked her eyes open the slightest bit, but the light that hit her pierced her brain, and she closed them tight again. Where was Nikolai? What
Akari was sitting by the window in her room, gazing out at the stars. She was cold, like she had been since she woke up in this room several days before, and she couldn’t seem to get warm, no matter how many blankets she piled on. She had a woolen one wrapped around her shoulders now, but felt no warmth from it. She didn’t feel much of anything really, other than a dull ache in her head that didn’t seem to go away, which according to her doctors was a result of the concussion. She hadn’t allowed herself to feel anything emotionally. Not if she could help it. If Nikolai was dead, then… But she wouldn’t allow herself to go there, even in her own mind. If she didn’t think about it, it wasn’t real and that was all that mattered, at least for now. The one thing that kept running through her mind over and over on constant replay was that she’d never told Nikolai that she loved him. She’d never told him how her feelings had changed toward him since that first time she saw him in her father’
Akari was sleeping when an alarm sounded, waking her from her nightmare and the ship was suddenly rocked by explosions. Loud ones, coming from above decks and rocking the entire ship—it sounded like an all-out attack, like the end of the world. Something had happened, she thought, to the engines the afternoon before, and the ship hadn’t moved all night. She’d thought they must be working on the engines, but this sounded more like an attack. Had Davos finally caught up with them? The explosions threw her out of bed and made her heart bang loudly in her chest as the sound pierced right through her. She sat up on the floor, disoriented. She had bitten down so hard on her tongue when she fell that it brought blood. She could taste it in her mouth and gagged a little, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The door to his her was suddenly flung open and three swarthy looking men crowded in, dressed in brightly colored clothing with strips of cloth wrapped around their head
It took a little over an hour to make it back to their ship, and Akari spent all of that time sitting as close to Nikolai as she could.After an hour of torturing Winters and Guzman they finally told them where they had kept the survivors. Thankfully other than the young soldier who was murdered in cold blood everyone else were spared. Looking at the man she's so worried about, she started touching him all over and couldn’t seem to stop, just to reassure herself he was really there. This whole thing had been a nightmare from start to finish, and she needed to get Nikolai and the others back home as soon as she could.As soon as they got back to the ship, all of the men they had rescued, including Nikolai, were thoroughly checked out by the physician that Akari had insisted be brought along with them, not knowing what they’d find on their search. “I don’t know what you’re doing here like this, but I thank the gods for it,” Nikolai said, nuzzling Akari's neck. “When we got closer to t
Submarines were faster than warships and operated with ruthless efficiency against any of them they might have encountered. Cigar-shaped vessels, long and sleek and unbelievably fast, dotted with an array of weapon batteries and shields, they were massive crafts, and the king’s personal submarine was both luxurious and deadly. The kitchens, however, still served werewolf food, which, in Keanna's opinion, left a great deal to be desired. After Akari realized something from the grainy pictures that was sent to them she immediately went to the King to asked them if she could go and find out if Nikolai was still alive. Because she knew it in her heart that her mate couldn't be dead just like that. She has to do something or she'll become crazy from grief. Beatrice who also wanted to believe her gave her permission and the king is helpless when it came to his beloved's plea so he agreed and even gave them permission use anything for their disposal. Beatrice even asked Keanna to help Aka
King Davos paced up and down the length of his council chamber, his mind in turmoil. He had torn at his robe in agony when he first got the news and it was hanging off his shoulder on one side. He couldn’t be bothered to care about his disheveled appearance. It was the last thing on his mind. He’d just received news that he still couldn’t fathom, and he couldn’t think clearly about how to break it to Beatrice. Or, great gods, to Akari. Running his hand through his hair again, he wished he could pull it all out instead—he needed to inflict some kind of pain on himself to distract from the awful pain in his mind and his heart. It couldn’t be true, and yet he’d seen the images, brought to him personally by his old ally, a Sechuan general named Cadimun Pax. He had arrived only an hour before and told the guards that he had urgent business with the king. Davos, who had been in council, had allowed him to enter and the general had laid out the images on the table in front of the king, his
Beatrice stood in the middle of the small arena, waiting. She didn’t have to wait long. Her opponent came out slowly, stalking toward her to the middle of the ring, posturing to the small crowd of observers watching from the stands. Beatrice watched silently as the tall, muscular young man posed and flexed his muscles. He was dressed all in black, with a close-fitting metal helmet covering the top of his head and the upper part of his face. When he turned and faced Beatrice, he bared his teeth in a sneer and stepped forward. He swung the chain at Beatrice's feet and Beatrice jumped over it easily, landing on her feet as she’d been taught, and swung her huge club at her opponent’s head, almost in one motion. The younger man got his shield up just in time, but the impact caused him to stagger backward. Yelling in rage, the young man surged forward and swung his own club, but Beatrice sidestepped the blow, ducking low and coming in at the opponent’s side to jab at him with his short s
When Akari got back to the palace she went immediately to her and Nikolai's private quarters. She flung open the door to see Nikol sitting quietly in his cordoned-off play area, banging a rattle on the floor and gurgling some baby nonsense. He looked up at Akari when she came in and gave her a toothless grin. Unable to bear the cuteness, Akari scooped him up and kissed him. “You’re such a good baby, yes you are.” She held him up over her head as Nikol grinned down at her, a long string of drool sliding from his lips. “Where’s your father, sweetheart? Surely he didn’t leave you all alone? If he did, Mommy will kill him. Yes, she will.” “What kind of thing is that to say to our baby?” Akari turned and grinned at her mate. “The truth. But he doesn’t understand what I’m saying anyway. He’s not quite seven months old, you know.” “He’s a very intelligent child.” “Yeah, yeah….” Akari crossed over to him, and Nikolai automatically opened his arms for her. Stepping into his embrace, Akari
Akari realized she was trembling a little and stuck her hands under the table to hide it. She'd had a long time to think about what her sister had done, but to hear this…that her crimes had even extended to ordering the death of an innocent child. It had shocked her like nothing had for a long time. She sat very still, not knowing what she could possibly say in the face of this awful revelation. Across from her, Keanna was speaking again, her eyelids thankfully falling down over the haunted blue-green eyes, hiding some of the pain. Akari pressed a hand to her mouth for a moment and then shifted her gaze back down at the scarred table. “How?” she asked quietly. “I suppose she left orders. Or maybe she had contacts still left in the palace. I don’t know.” Keanna's shoulders slumped. “She could have been lying. She’s good at that. Always was.” Keanna looked up hopefully, but then sighed. “No, I don’t want to get my hopes up about that. Not when I can’t do anything to help him in an
A knock on the door startled Keanna out of her daydreaming of those first days of training and she stood up as the door opened. It was Haggoz and he’d brought the consort with him. Akari Kingston stood behind him halfway in the corridor as if she hadn’t quite committed to entering yet. Keanna noticed what a warm shade of brown her eyes were and how they framed her eyes with long eyelashes that make her too pretty. It was said that the Bloody Prince had taken one look at her and fallen instantly and irrevocably in love with her. And seeing her again Keanna could easily believe it. “Hello, Akari,” she said softly and Akari's eyes narrowed as she stepped into the room. She frowned, looking angry, and Keanna took a step backward, sitting down hard in her chair. This was a mistake—she should have known the royal consort would hate her guts and have no use for anything she had to say. Instead of speaking to Keanna, however, she whirled around to glare at Haggoz. “What have you done to
Nikolai's full lips covered Akari's mouth, as Nikolai gave her a scorching kiss. The kiss gentled and deepened as Akari relaxed into it and a low hum of satisfaction began in Nikolai's chest. He ran his hands possessively, hungrily over Akari's bare body, pulling her closer and grinding against her. He shoved Akari around, face first against the fence again. One hand held Akari's head against the rough wood of the fence, while Nikolai kicked against Akari's ankles to make her spread her legs. The other hand jerked Akari's hips out toward him so that she was entirely vulnerable. Akari gave in to him and another hum of approval came from Nikolai's throat. Akari felt Nikolai rubbing his thick cock against her wet pussy, spreading his pre-cum over her. Nikolai was still exerting his dominance and showing Akari who was really in charge, so Akari braced herself against the fence, ready for him. The head of Nikolai's cock nudged inside, the tip barely breaching her, pushing against the ba
Haggoz watched the play of emotions on his prince’s face go quickly from shock to outrage. His mate’s reactions were more subtle, but she was just as startled as Nikolai. Haggoz suspected he was trying hard not to show it. He had noticed this tendency in humans before—a striving not to say something rude or bad-mannered to another person’s face in an attempt not to insult them, though humans thought nothing of saying the same things behind that person’s back. So different from his own people, who ranked honesty and outspokenness above everything else. Haggoz had been searching for some time now for something to help the prisoner, some way to break him free from what Haggoz thought of as a downward spiral. Perhaps this would be a way for him to provide a useful service to the man Keanna had wronged and still give Keanna some diversion. Perhaps it would be the key to restoring the fire that used to burn so brightly inside her. “That’s out of the question,” Nikolai said, angrily, turn