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. “
I can’t get Jena’s words out of my mind. As I watch Kent pace in his study, his favorite thinking place, I consider sharing what she’s told me. Is he my enemy or just the kings’? Until I can prove there’s reason to doubt Lucas, I decide it’s better not to bring it up. To my lust-filled eyes, Kent is so mesmerizing and sexy when he’s wrestling with a puzzle. Between the manhunt and a minor crisis demanding the kings’ attention and planning for the Hunter’s Ball, we’ve barely had time together. We’ve spent the last two days investigating rogue hideouts and caught a handful of rogues who, unlike Jena, have clammed up tighter than the kings’ vault. They’re currently in the dungeon. We won’t get any of them to turn on Alpha Rollo. One of the kingdom maps in his study is dotted with thumbtacks indicating rogue hideouts. A couple have X-es indicating we checked them out and came up empty.“Why do some of these sites have more than one thumbtack?” “That indicates a site where Rollo mi
The next day, my quarry stands in the kitchen, arguing over the menu for tonight’s dinner. We didn’t get to eat last night’s meal because we got a tip about rogue activity that led to a late-night stakeout and short tempers when we didn’t nab Rollo.“No, no, no. You can’t serve steak tartare! And honestly, raw meat seems so primitive. They may be debauched degenerates, but Goddess forbid the dinner isn’t to their liking.”Mr. Bricker spins around in a huff and stalks away from the chef, coming face to face with me.“You’re a hard man to pin down, Mr. Bricker.” He points outside toward the kitchen garden. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m overdue for my break.”I follow him into the colorful vegetable, fruit, and herb garden. A cornucopia of freshly grown produce. The tomatoes shine like rubies, the blueberries like sapphires. “This is amazing,” I say.He sniffs. “Only the best for the Alphas.”I gather my courage. “What did you mean before?”“Just that if you had any sense, you’d le
I’m stunned that my hands could knead bread dough at the moment, much less living warm flesh. I work Jordan’s muscles, rubbing the cream thoroughly into the skin. With the high concentration of lavender, he should experience a reaction any minute now. Nothing yet except his soft sigh of contentment. I tackle Kent’s tense muscles next, massaging between his shoulder blades. His soft sounds of bliss tug at my heartstrings. Next, I pummel up and down Wiley’s straight back, which is already fairly loose from our afternoon of love. If the Moon Goddess takes them now, let it be when they’re happy. They deserve that much, no matter what they’ve done.I can hear my father’s words ringing in my head: ‘They hurt me, Aurora!" I squeeze my eyes shut before I take a deep breath and continue massaging. The scent in the room is too strong because my eyes are wet and stinging.“I could get used to this,” moans Jordan.“Every day,” Kent murmurs, his voice gentle and mild.Wiley groans a
With Lucas’ grip clamping down like manacles on my arms, and with the vise of guilt squeezing my heart and soul, I decide to confess to my mates.“I didn’t know you. I didn’t have a bad thought about you until my father fed me a story about you being the worst tyrants in shifter history. That’s how he made it sound.”Wiley let out a hiss. “You BELIEVED that load of crap?”I let out a pained sigh. “And I believed him when he said he wanted to take over as Alpha, even though he’s never mentioned it before.”A contempt-filled silence meets this revelation.“That wasn’t the only thing he didn’t mention.” My voice trembles. “He completely lied about the incident between you–and about everything else to do with you. He said…he said he heard you were using me and were going to throw me away. He said that when I talked to him last night. Again, not something he ever mentioned in the files on you that he provided.”Kent is coolly biting. “Well, MY file on you was accurate–including blind