He had been seduced by Haggoz that night. She’d thought he would be brutish and violent in his lovemaking. Demanding, arrogant, selfish…all the things she pictured in her head when she thought of a Werewolf. Instead he’d been a thoughtful, tender and exciting lover. He’d taken care not to hurt her at her first time and pulled reactions from Keanna that she hadn’t known she was capable of. Those first days flew by, a seemingly endless stream. There were long stretches of time that Keanna almost forgot why she was there. For the first few months, Keanna rarely went out of Haggoz’s luxurious home. Everything she needed was provided for her, of course. A private work-out room, a library, a music room, even a small theater where she could watch vids in English that Haggoz ordered for her from the Sechuan traders. Occasionally, if the weather was good, Haggoz took her for long walks on the city streets, looking in shop windows and watching the other Werewolf people they encountered, some
As the days continued to pass with no word from any FeRes operative, Keanna was able to almost forget for long stretches of time why she’d been sent here. Months passed and it was easy to simply drift along and pretend to believe the fantasy of being Haggoz’s pampered love slave. Haggoz told her that Prince Nikolai, who as it turned out, was one of Haggoz’s closest friends, as well as the heir to the throne, had married Akari Kingston and that the former colonel in the Federation army would be coming to live here in Werewolf Kingdom. It all seemed surreal, and for the first time it occurred to her that FeRes’ mission to stop the wedding had failed and that she might now be contacted very soon. Finally, it happened a few days later. Akari Kingston or the Prince’s Consort, as she was now known, arrived to a great deal of fanfare and attention. Keanna was at the palace the day she arrived and watched her enter. She was a very beautiful woman, and Prince Nikolai couldn’t
Perhaps a month or so after Akari arrived on the planet, Haggoz told Keanna they had been invited to a dinner at the king’s palace. By that time, she had been watching the consort for several weeks off and on. She had been told in the note she was passed to give her reports to Kingston's servants, a sour-faced older couple who had arrived when the Colonel had. Sje felt a little sad for the former colonel that the servants she surely trusted were FeRes plants. Keanna wasn’t sure why her reports were even needed since they were so much closer, but she dutifully managed to slip them the short reports she made out and waited for more instructions. On the night of the dinner, Keanna was excited. The prince and his new royal consort would be there and he would get a chance to actually meet Akari Kingston in person at last. She was unaccountably nervous as she got ready and her first time to meet the king and his family. Keanna had been a little surprised by Haggoz’s invitation to attend wi
Keanna made her way to the table full of wives and sat down near Akari, who seemed to be irritated about something. Beatrice more than made up Akari's bad mood, though, with a story about her youngest sons’ encocomilarge calunter with what they thought was a shaggy monkey that someone had brought into the palace, but who turned out to be a visiting minister of finance from the Kingdom of Cylor. The king’s most humble apologies didn’t mollify him in the least and he had left earlier in a huff. Keanna laughed uproariously at the story, and Beatrice had turned to smile and wink at her. Suddenly the mystery of the wink that Nikolai had given to Akari was fully explained. When the food was served, Beatrice took one look at it and raised her glass to her lips. She obviously didn’t like what had been served, and not only that, she began to join Akari in shooting dirty looks over at the other table. There the Werewolves seemed to be having quite a time among themselves, laughing loudly and
Haggoz had kissed her awake not long after they’d dropped off to sleep and left her, saying he needed to speak to the king on urgent business. He looked upset and wouldn’t tell Keanna what had happened, but rushed out, telling her he’d come back later to take her home. Keanna thought it would be a good time to look at the note she’d stuffed into her robe. She got out of bed to retrieve it and then read it once, and then couldn't believe what's in it shhe read it again to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake about what she saw. The note said that Akari Kingston would be kidnapped that very night. That plans were in motion and she was to stay away from the dining room for the rest of the evening. The last part was the worst, and she read that again and again. It said the prince would be killed, if possible, along with as many of the royal family as the operatives could manage. It was a horrible note, growing weary she slowly lower her self o
In a very real way, they were challenging the status quo. This arena had always been the province of Werewolf male warriors. Females and wives or even love slaves could come—but only as spectators during the games, and they never set foot on the field. Not since the old days when captives were allowed to fight for their lives and humans had a place on the field. If they failed back then, as they most always did, because of exhaustion, injury and unfamiliarity with the weapons, they were either killed or taken as love slaves. Actual wives, with their status as cherished family members, were never allowed to be on the field. It simply wasn’t done. Since they’d arrived, Akari had felt the enormous weight of disapproval being aimed their way as an almost physical thing. Had Akari and Beatrice not been royal consorts, Akari thought they might well have been summarily ordered off the field and carried out bodily if they refused to go. She glanced over at Nikolai again and caught him stand
He was stalking across the field, oil still coating his body. He had a determined look in his eye. And Akari decided to meet him in the middle and strode out with a confidence she didn’t quite feel toward the center of the ring. Crown Prince Nikolai, who had gotten there first, stopped and watched her approach. When Akari finally stopped in front of him, he looked her insolently up and down. “I don’t like what you’re wearing.” “You should talk.” Nikolai growled at her, and not in the sexy, playful way he was used to. The last time he’d made a sound exactly like that had been just after he’d rescued her from the FeRes terrorists that had kidnapped her. Of course, at the time, Nikolai hadn’t intended it to be a rescue at all. He’d been capturing her, the woman who he thought had betrayed him, and he had planned to make him pay dearly. The sound made Akari's temper flare. They’d had this same argument about the games several times now, and it was getting old. They had an agreement, bu
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
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