Charles A glint of something akin to approval flickered in Astarte's eyes. "We expose him, but first, we shore up your reputation, get you some more allies, public and powerful allies. The whole 'challenger' fiasco needs to be addressed, so you're going to make a statement about the challenge circ
Taking a deep, steadying breath, I forced myself to meet her gaze. "Can we talk about this privately? There's something I need to understand…" A flicker of surprise crossed Astarte's face, a momentary lapse in her ironclad control. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a curt no
Charles Grace set her jaw. I reached out, cupping her face and lifting it until I could look into her eyes. "I have always planned to break the bond, ever since I started to pursue you." My hand fell to the courting band on her arm. "I had never had a chance to give Tessa a courting band." H
The first rays of dawn painted the sky a pale grey and woke me. I rose from the bed, my gaze lingered on Grace's sleeping form. I leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead, a silent goodbye etched in the tenderness of the gesture. With a final, lingering look, I got dressed and pack
Charles I held up a hand, silencing him with a gesture. "Your daughter stands accused of treason, adultery, and a no number of other crimes. Be grateful I have not simply executed her." Tessa's jaw dropped, a gasp escaping her lips. Her gaze flicked back to me, pleading, but I wasn't moved..
Her father roared, shifting and lunging at me. I gestured through the air, throwing him away from me. He screamed as he hit the wall and shift back into his human form. He fell to the ground without moving. Moonlight drifted through the air. Slowly, Tessa's whimpers had subsided, replaced by a sha
Grace Charles' ragged breaths echoed in the sterile silence of the office, a stark contrast to the frantic pounding of my own heart. I was beat, but I felt alive in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. We lay tangled on the couch, the scent of sex clinging to the air. A strange sense of exhilaratio
Mates. We were mates. How would Cecil take it? Richard probably wouldn't care. Would he want a lycan ceremony too? Could I swear those oaths now? "No," Charles said, nuzzling me. "You can't." "Can you read my thoughts?" "Not exactly, just feel what you're feeling." "... did you feel this