I lie on the bed of soft flower petals, staring up at Wiley’s earnest but playfully wicked face. “This part of the garden has rare plants I imported that don’t like a lot of direct sunlight,” he says, light-hearted. “I’ll show them all to you, but first, we’ll eat.”Did he create this beautiful little sanctuary? How could someone so thoughtful ever be cruel? “Are you going to feed me?”He grins. “Why, milady, I thought you’d never ask.”Laughter bubbles up. “I was joking.”“Whereas I, on this rare occasion, am deadly serious. And I’ll prove it.”I lie waiting, curious about what he’ll do. He hovers a canape over my mouth within reach. I open my mouth for him to place it on my tongue, and I savor the bite. “Another?” he asks.I nod. “Delicious. Please.”He feeds me more canapes before offering more substantial fare. He reveals one of the sandwiches I liked yesterday. “I noticed these were your favorite.”They are, and even more so when a gorgeous man is feeding them to m
Finally, a solid lead on the rogues! Everyone starts talking at once, excited.Queen Elayna holds up her hands to quiet us. “You can’t hunt these criminals on an empty stomach. You can all take a few minutes to finish your dinner.”Jordan blushes with a frown. “She’s right. We’ll need our strength.”We all sit back down and attack the mouthwateringly rich stew. Elayna nags at us to slow down. “You’re not pigs at a feeding trough!”Her comments about my father aside, I admire the former Luna. We finish our food and even enjoy dessert. Elayna knows that she can’t hold us back much longer. “Go with my blessing, pun intended,” she says. “It’s obvious your sons got their wit from you,” I say with a smile. “Thank you. I’ll head out immediately.”This is why I came, why I’m here, and I’m eager to stretch my legs and do what I’m good at: hunt. Kent shakes his head. “We’re coming with you. This is our fight, too.”“You can go first and draw their attention, Aurora,” Jordan says, thi
My teeth sink into the ear of the nearest rogue, a brown wolf with shaggy and extremely thick fur. It’s like biting into heavy wool yet it’s no match for my teeth. There’s a yelp of pain as the rogue tears away, shaking me loose. I slam into the wolf and hear the whoosh of wind being knocked from his lungs. The other rogues snarl and circle me. They don’t stand a chance. One of them is too impulsive and wastes all his energy leaping at me. I knock him out with my paws. The wolf I targeted first has the sense to run away, but I slam into him again, hitting his head and he drops to the floor unconscious. The third howls to alert the others, but I make short work of her as well.All three opponents lie on their sides on the ground, still and silent. The heat of battle is exhilarating. I haven’t had such challenging opponents in a while. It feels good to use all my strength and skills even though it’s for a temporary pack and now my own.The remaining rogues head for the valley at fu
With the rogue lying dead at my feet, I stand, unable to move a muscle. Stole me from my parents?What slander is this? It has to be lies. The dead rogue couldn’t have been speaking about my kind and decent father. The rogue was about to lose her life and she had to salvage some self-respect and pride. She had to do something to try and even the score. That was all. But still, my heart is troubled.As I stand there bewildered, I don’t even sense the attack coming until too late.Burning agony pierces my side and I howl in pain, doubling over.I look down at my side to see the dagger piercing my skin. I can smell the silver emanating from the burning blade.“AURORA!”My mates all shout my name as I press my hand against my side. I’m determined to stay on my feet. I will not fall, I will not crumble, not before these rogues and not in front of my mates.The rogue gets in my face, his teeth sharpened. “I’m going to kill you slowly.”Wiley appears behind him, his eyes cruel. “Y
It takes every ounce of self-control not to scream that she’s a filthy liar.“Your father has always been power-hungry,” Jena continues. “I see,” I say, keeping my composure and a straight face. “Anything else?”She looks at me with more than a little sympathy. “That’s all I know, I swear.”My wolf whines softly. Jena Aldenwood is telling the truth. That is, she believes what she’s saying. It might be a disgusting lie, but to her, it's an absolute fact.She throws down her spoon. “When can I leave here?”“You tried to kill one of the pack Alphas. What do you think?”She leans forward. “They fed me the food that they ate themselves. I think they’re reasonable. I’d rather take my chances with them than try to escape.”“As if you could.”Jena shrugs. She has a pretty, delicate face. “Even if I could, it’s a different kind of prison out there.”“You’re tired of running and hiding, I bet.”She hugs herself, looking way too young for this life. “I’ve never known anything else.”
I awaken marvelously refreshed with a warm body wrapped around me.Turning my head, I see Jordan’s face inches from mine. His chiseled features are relaxed and the sun kisses his face. I envy the sun’s rays. His lips are parted, his breathing soft.I look around but don’t see his brothers. We’re completely alone in the bedroom. I don’t hear or smell them anywhere around. It’s just Jordan and me.My wolf prods me to kiss him and I find I can’t argue.I lean in and gently nibble at his lips, then get down to the business of kissing him passionately. Heat surges throughout my body. His lips feel divine on mine, and his tongue wakes up and invades my mouth. His lips come to life and he kisses me back with rising passion. His manhood presses hot and hard and eager against me as he flips me on my back and continues to ravish my mouth. Our combined moans of pleasure ring in my ears. His body is a warm blanket, except no blanket has ever gotten me hot and bothered like this, or rubbed
So, lavender is Jordan’s Achilles’ heel, and his brothers’, too.Summoned by me, Phaedra Cascadia clicks her tongue while rubbing salve on Jordan and feeding him anti-allergy medicine. “Lavender, Jordan? Really?”He talks even though he’s coughing so hard he can barely breathe. “Phaedra, do you seriously think I–”“It was my fault!” I hover nearby. “I didn't know he was allergic. I just chose it because it’s relaxing and pleasant. And normally good for you.”It certainly didn’t appear in the information my father gave me. The great Haydon Blessing missed a critical detail? A weakness?Phaedra glances at me, then apparently decides I’m not on her blacklist. “And of course, there’s no lavender in the kings’ suite. We just assumed you’d be spending the night there.”I blush scarlet. How many people in the palace know about me and the Alphas? Is it going to get back to my father? But then, he was in the dark about their allergy.“Jordan!”Kent and Wiley blow into the room, twin hur
I don’t know how many parlors this palace has, but I’d bet money that I’m sitting in Luna Elayna’s private parlor. Paintings of family members cover the walls. It has so many gorgeous antiques–intricately carved end tables and chairs, delicate vases, and a collection of nature figurines, especially elephants for some reason. She must collect them. This room doesn’t look too fussy, frilly, or overdone. The word is “classy.” We’re sitting at a table with half a bakery’s worth of breakfast pastries and every kind of fruit I could want between us. We both have cups of coffee, and mine is just how I like it. Jordan and I didn‘t eat breakfast, and I’ve worked up quite an appetite. Everything looks and smells scrumptious. I eat delicately, remembering my manners.“Is the food not to your liking?” she asks.Far from it! I could devour everything on this table. “It’s all wonderful.”She swallows a bite of cinnamon coffee cake. “Then eat, by all means. You’re too thin.”She’s a puzzle. “