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Troy I walked into my mansion, embracing the peace that settled over me as soon as I did. Coming from the Lakelands, nature calmed me, and I tried to bring as much nature as I could into my home. Water wolves liked to be near water all the time, as desert wolves craved the dry, warm climate, and forest wolves the woods. Glover waited for me in the foyer to inform me that Serenity was already upstairs with Quinn. “How long have they been busy?” I asked. “About ten minutes now, Sir.” When we moved to the human world, we discarded all wolf terms that could identify us, including the use of our Goddess’s name. I quickly learned that if we didn’t think like humans, we’d slip up and expose ourselves, as Serenity exposed us to Quinn this morning when she called us by our formal titles. Glover wrinkled his nose when he took my jacket. “I think you should have enough time for a quick shower,” he commented cheekily. “That bad, huh?” “It’s…noticeable.” They never tell you, before you star
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Quinn There wasn’t a time in my life when I didn’t feel pain. Maybe before I could form any concrete memories, before my mother went crazy, and before I started dancing, before I went to school and realised how different I was, and before my mother destroyed my future. I honestly couldn't remember. For the first time in my life, I was completely at ease and I felt no pain. It was weird, and I didn’t know what to do with it. All I’d ever known was chaos and fear. Peace was not something I understood or could embrace easily. And I wasn't just at peace. I felt safe. Protected. I cried most of the day. I cried for my parents, then I cried for my brothers, and finally I cried for myself. By the time Serenity came to my room, I was borderline hysterical, and she was pissed. She wished all sorts of curses upon Troy. It wasn’t until she explained to me that my state of mind would make healing me more difficult that I understood why she was so angry. She gave me something to drink, and wi
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Quinn “Oh darling,” the stylist said when he took my messy hair in his hands. “Who did this to you?” Unsure what to say, I looked at Sebastian’s reflection in the large mirror against the wall. “My sister’s been unwell,” he lied without blinking. “She was in hospital for quite some time. She came back last week.” “I didn’t know you had a sister,” the stylist said. “Well, she’s not my sister yet,” Sebastian replied smoothly. “But as soon as my brother finally makes an honourable woman out of her, she will be.” I glanced at the ring on my left finger. Troy gave it to me this morning before we left. A solitaire diamond set in rose gold. It was simple, but elegant. I liked it. “It was my mother’s,” he explained when he slipped it on my finger. "I guess it's yours now." “So…I’m just supposed to tell people we’re engaged. Four days after you met me?” “No one will ask. Those that know I bought you at the auction won’t say anything.” Along with Sebastian, they concocted the story about
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Troy “Your fiancée?” Quinn asked when Caroline left. “Is that what I am?” “Hm,” I grunted. “That is what humans call it, right?” “I guess, but…I don’t remember you asking me to marry you.” I smiled at her and ran my eyes over her calm face. I expected her to break down, but so far she handled everything remarkably well. Better than I thought she would. “To us, the day we mark our mate is our wedding day, and our union our marriage. We do make it legal in the human world too. Do you want to do that?’ “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with venom, “and invite Caroline to the wedding.” I laughed, turned her around and steered her in the direction of the bathroom. “Do you need any help?” “You know, I once washed my hair with rainwater I collected in a bucket.” I winced at how matter-of-fact her voice was when she told me. “I think I can manage a shower.” I lifted her luscious new locks off her shoulders, and ran my fingers through the silky strands. The haircut and manicure was Seba
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Quinn We were stuck in the club for several hours, and I was ready to claw my way out of my own skin with irritation. Everywhere I looked, there was Caroline. Like a poltergeist haunting my every step. “Can we go home yet?” I asked and sipped my third glass of wine. I was a little tipsy, and unlike Troy, I couldn't relax. I glared at the blonde as she walked past our table for the hundredth time. I wanted to pluck her eyes out of her skull and serve it up to her for breakfast. "No," Troy said, his deep voice pulling my attention back to him. He dipped his finger into the whiskey, and listlessly dragged his wet digit along the rim of the glass. The expensive crystal hummed a high-pitched tune that matched my mood. “Lawson’s crew surrounded the club.” “Can’t your men just pick us up in the parking structure under the club?” “No,” Troy answered and glanced around at the people that kept staring at us. “There are bound to be some of Lawson's men in the parking lot.” “So the rule of
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Troy The tyres screeched as Tony braked to take the sharp turn that led to my entrance. I almost tumbled off the seat, and somewhere behind me Quinn let out a soft groan as the momentum jostled her around like a milkshake. I kept firing until we were inside my driveway where the guards slammed the gates shut and lined up along the high walls, firing on our pursuers from above. It wasn’t just Lawson that came after me. He didn't have the manpower or the intelligence to orchestrate such an attack. Cantrell had a bigger, more organised crew, and I was ninety percent sure that the two of them put their war on hold to combine their forces in an attempt to get rid of me. Neither of them were a real threat but it was annoying, and unlike the last time we went to war, I had Quinn to worry about. Tony pulled up to the front door and I ordered Quinn to get out of the car on the mansion’s side. She obeyed without any hesitation, quickly bouncing up the steps and running inside. I dropped th
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Troy I sat in the window, watching the rain pour down. It started around the early morning hours. The storm was so violent that it rattled the windows and woke me from a dead sleep. I hadn't been able to go back to bed since, and I had no energy or desire to do anything other than sit here and watch the rain. Thunder exploded right next to me, shaking the very foundations of the mansion, and two seconds later multiple bolts of lightning lit up the dark skies. It had been a long time since thunderstorms reminded me of that day. It was so long ago now, and over the years, I learned to love the rain again, learned to take joy in nature’s symphony, but today I was that frightened five-year-old pup again, dragged from his bed in the middle of the night to be sacrificed for my father’s war. I had no idea what brought the memory on or why. I didn’t care to examine the why or how. I just wanted to forget again, but the memories kept flooding in, unbidden and unwanted. ** Water poured fro
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Quinn Troy hopped off the windowsill and stretched, giving me a breathtaking view of his muscular frame. It was the first time that he didn’t appear to be in full control of himself, and while he’d shown me a softer side, I’d never seen him vulnerable, yet that was the only word that tumbled through my head as I stared into his sad, honey eyes. “You should go now,” he said. “No. Why?” I asked, knowing full well that my bold refusal to follow his orders could end in tears, although it hadn’t so far, and his threats scared me less and less with each passing day. At first, it didn’t look as if he’d answer me, but then he said, “I’m battling to control my wolf.” “Will he hurt me?” “Not on purpose, no, but you are human and he doesn’t know how to be gentle.” I didn’t want to leave. Some new part of me, a part I didn’t even know existed, wanted to stay with Troy, wanted to see how far I could push him. I had no idea what I wanted to do with him once he reached that breaking point, or h
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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 121
TroyI lifted Quinn into the warm tub, soaped up a flannel, and gently started to wash her. She was frozen down to the bone, and for the first time since it all started, she complained about being cold. “I killed the witch?” she asked for the hundredth time.“Yes.”“And Sebastian is okay?”“Yes.” I checked on him before I came to bed.My brother was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically he was shattered, but he was alive. That was the only thing that mattered to me now.“I reached out to your aunt’s witch, Gretchen,” I said. “Do you know her?”“No.”“Well, she’ll be here in a few days. She’ll teach you how to develop and control your powers.”Quinn pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She looked small, vulnerable, like the little rabbit I brought home with me almost six months ago. “Now it’s over,” she said.“I think so.”“We can live our lives?”God I hoped so.I groaned and dropped the flannel in the water. I leaned over to kiss my mate. Her lips were like
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 120
Troy As I expected, the winter was exceptionally cold, and towards the end of the year, the whole city came to a grinding halt. Businesses couldn’t open, school doors remained shut, water pipes froze over and burst all over the country, reports came in thick and fast about the poor and homeless dying by the dozen.It was absolute mayhem.On the day of Quinn’s birthday, we had the worst snowstorm in recorded history. Doom prophets talked about the end of the world, and newscasters predicted our catastrophic end if we didn’t stop carbon emissions right away.They didn’t know what we knew. They didn’t know that it was a half-Goddess woman’s powers manifesting. Quinn didn’t know she was doing it, but I felt her magic. She called on nature, begged it to help her so she wouldn’t have to kill Sebastian, and the snow was their answer.I did not want to burden her with the knowledge that she caused the severe weather. It was pointless and wouldn't change a damn thing. My brother was already h
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 119
QuinnBlack blood oozed out of the kings’ necks and flowed over their sons’ hands, down their chests, and into the earth. The ground bubbled and boiled like a tar pit and stinking steam rose up in the air. The kings were so corrupted, that nature itself tried to reject their blood.Sparks exploded behind my eyes and a sharp pain shot through my own neck. I gasped and gagged, trying to breath past the unknown thing stuck in my throat, and instinctively reached up to feel for a wound, but Ida and Nell, dear sweet Nell that was always so gentle and shy, held my arms down. “Don’t,” Nell hissed. “It is not real.”The woods started to float in and out of existence, and a loud drone like millions of buzzing flies filled every space in my head. Something tore my soul from my chest, and the real world simply ceased to exist.I looked out over a vast wasteland. There was nothing here but parched, cracked earth as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the skeleton of a lone tree tried to ca
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 118
QuinnI looked around the place that used to be our campground. The sigh was one straight out of a horror movie. Corpses and torn tents lay scattered across the clearing, giving it a desolate, post-apocalyptic feel.At some point, Salome took control and I shifted. I blacked out and when I came back, Troy was standing over me, commanding me to shift.His commands didn’t work on me, but they worked on Salome. She couldn’t resist an order from Troy. “What happened?” I asked, completely confused.“Look,” Troy said and held out his hand to help me up.A body lay next to me on the ground. A she-wolf with her throat torn out. “Did I do that?”“Yes,” he said. “She was a fully-trained warrior, and you…you fought bravely and you won, but she did almost kill you.”I looked down at my blood-soaked. I was a little achy, but I didn't feel injured or near death. “I'm okay.”“I healed you as much as I could, and the shift fixed the rest.”“I don’t remember any of it.”“I know.”I was suddenly very a
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 117
TroyQuinn and I ran for the campgrounds. We had to tie up the other princes and their mates to make it appear as if I held them prisoner. As we rushed up the path, I mind liked with Casper to tell him what was going on. “Find the princes. Get the chains ready.”The chains we prepared for them wasn’t pure silver. They contained just enough of the precious metal to fool the Lycans for a moment, but not so much that it would weaken the princes to such a degree that they couldn’t break free when the time came.“Gag my father,” I reminded the guard.Morella did not give us much time to prepare. Thirty minutes. That was how long it would take her to break Eleanor’s spell, and that was all the time she gave us.We broke through the treeline just in time to see my warriors wrap the chains around the princes wrists and ankles. Casper grinned maniacally as he shoved a ball gag into my father’s mouth and wrapped a cloth dipped in liquid silver over it to keep it in place.“You like this a littl
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 116
Troy“Does this change anything?” Joel asked.After the Lycans submitted, I summoned the princes to the lake so we could talk about what had happened. I did not expect them bend the knee to me – it was too much to ask, yet they did it, the least I could do in return was stay true to them.“Not as far as I can see,” Gadrial said and lazily plucked a dead leaf hanging right in front of his face.God, he could be an insufferable blowhole sometimes, but he was not wrong. “Gadrial is right. It changes nothing.”Joel did not look convinced. “If she is attracting wolves who naturally want to submit to both of you...I don’t....Why must we have to kill our fathers?”“Because if we don’t, they’ll kill her,” Eduard said. “Eventually, they’ll find a way, and we’ll be right back where we started.”“I don’t expect you to kill for my mate,” I said.“That’s just it, isn’t it?” Gadrial replied, his voice bitter with resentment. “We are all bound to her, as we are to her fucking mother.”“She’s your mo
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 115
QuinnUnlike the last few weeks, the warriors didn’t head off into the woods to train. For the first time since we arrived, everyone gathered around the fires to enjoy the day together before the full moon forced us into the woods to shift.I looked up at the muted moon hanging in the clear blue sky. With each passing month, I could feel the moon’s effects more intensely. The closer I came to my twenty-first birthday, the stronger it became. It was like the ocean's tide rose inside me, and I was terrified of what would happen when the wave broke upon the shore.The moon was almost like a living being to me. I could feel her pulsating heart, and hear her sigh as she moved along her way.I cocked my head at the blue-white globe, fully expecting her to start speaking at any moment, and was completely unaware that the group sharing our fire stopped eating to watch me.It wasn’t until I tore my eyes from the moon that I noticed all of them had put their plates down and folded their hands i
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 114
Quinn It was so cold that my tears froze on my face. Troy shuddered as gusts of wind whipped through the trees, but he did not let me go. He had to be uncomfortable, sitting naked on the icy rock, but he simply held on to me while I tried my best to stop crying. If Fionn was no longer in the painting, it had to mean that the princes would win. They would kill their fathers and these wolves that I loved so much would finally know peace. Perhaps, Sebastian would change his mind too, and then Troy could live the life he wanted. I didn’t know if the life as a gang leader was any more peaceful than life as a Lycan king, but it had to be if that was what my mate dreamed of these days. The war did not affect me, not yet, but I could see what it did to those around me. They talked about the end of the war non-stop, about their dreams for a peaceful future, and what they’d do when it was all over. Nell was especially vulnerable, and she often cried about lost brothers and sisters, or worri
