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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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Quinn Troy closed the bedroom door behind him and locked it. I stood by the bed, tearing at my freshly done nails, staring at him while all sorts of scenarios ran through my head. Most of them were dirty, and not exactly unwanted, but I was still nervous. My lack of experience stood out in stark clarity, and I had no idea how I was supposed to please a man like him. I wasn’t even sure I could pleasure a normal man, let alone a feral man-wolf creature like Troy. “What’s going through your mind?” he asked and walked straight past me to the wingback chair by the window. I did not expect him to start another conversation, and he caught me completely off-guard. “I-“ heat crept up my neck and set my cheeks alight. I couldn't possibly tell him that I just imagined him with his head between my legs. I shook my head and bit into my lip. “You have to talk to me, Quinn. If you can’t even say the words, how do you want to move forward with this relationship?” Did he just say relationship? “I
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TroyThis wasn’t usually how I did things. I always planned any scenario with my partners, going into minute detail with them, making sure we both knew each other’s limits, boundaries, and safe words. I made extra sure that I was in control of myself and that there wasn't even the slightest chance that I'd fuck up and give away parts of myself no one was supposed to know.And I never did it with someone who was as inexperienced as Quinn was, which terrified and filled me with exhilaration at the same time.I had never just pulled a girl over my lap and spanked her, yet that was what I did with Quinn. It was partly irritation that drove me to it, but mostly it was my own fucked up desire to hear her call out my name as I felt the sting against my palm when my hand connected with the supple flesh of her delectable little butt.It was too late to take it back. I had told her I was going to do it, and I had to follow through. It was who I was. Always in charge and always in control. I was
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Troy For a good minute, I couldn’t move or speak. My mind reeled with the many possibilities, but I was so close to losing control and doing something stupid that I didn’t even want to risk her hands anywhere near my cock and balls. Taking her own initiative for once, Quinn slipped her fingers under my shirt and started to trace the outline of my abs. Her touch was pure, erotic electricity. I was about to lose my damn mind. Her hands went down instead of up, going straight for my belt. I grabbed her wrist. "No," I said in a husky voice and I pointed to the floor on the other side of the bed. “Get on your knees. Hands behind your back.” She rolled off the bed and knelt in front of me, placing her hands behind her back. I sat up, swinging my legs on the floor and got to my feet. I undid my trousers and with a relieved sigh, freed my aching, throbbing cock. Her eyes widened a little as she stared at my erection. She looked at my dick like it was a deadly, venomous snake. “Look at me
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Quinn I stood with my back to the mirror, trying to look over my shoulder at the bruises Troy left on my skin last night. I thought it would be worse, but there was only one visible bluish bruise in the crease where my butt and back leg met. I traced a finger over it, shuddering when I remembered what happened yesterday. I burned with a kind of uncomfortable embarrassment and mix of pride when I replayed the previous night through my head. Not once did I feel small or degraded - the opposite happened. Watching the helpless way Troy lost control of himself when he came at the mere sound of my voice gave me a sense of power I never knew I possessed. I never liked pain. What kind of moron did? I always associated being beaten, or in this case spanked, with something negative. In my mind, it was a punishment, a tool of humiliation, and my mother always beat me out of anger or to correct some kind of behaviour she found unacceptable. Troy wasn't angry at me, nor did he try to humiliate
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Quinn “Not even a hello, huh?” “Answer me," Troy growled. "What took so long?” What the hell was going on with him today? “I didn’t take the phone out of the box until it started ringing.” “Raf told me he gave you the phone half an hour ago,” Troy snarled on the other end. “How long does it take you to open a box?” “I didn’t know it was already set up, and I was talking to Missus Lowry.” “About what?” “Woman things. What’s going on?” He sighed dramatically, and I could just picture him tousling his thick hair, making it all messy. “I’m just checking in with you.” “Why? Are you afraid I’ll run away?” “Try to out-run Raf, I dare you.” “Am I your prisoner?” I teased. “Yes,” he said in a deadly calm and dangerous voice. He clearly was in no mood to play around. “I already told you that you’re not going anywhere.” Maybe this strange control thing of his was the reason so many women ran from him. “Well…you can relax. I don’t really feel like running away today. Maybe tomorrow.”
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Quinn Glover’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Yesterday, I was a timid little girl who made no demands, but something flipped between then and now. Even the way I spoke to Missus Lowry was unusual for me. I had no idea where my new-found courage came from. I didn't even know the voice that told me I was Alpha-descendent. I just knew I liked it, and I had no intention to back down ever again. I was sick and tired of others telling me what I could and could not do. I used to be so quiet. I always knew my place. Like a trapped little mouse, I always tried to hide and shy away from others, always tried to please them. I was so sick of it. I didn’t want to be quiet and in my place anymore. “Thomas Shelby is an Alpha of the north. He’s not part of Prince Troy’s kingdom," Raf finally said. "You are a princess of the east, you can’t just walk in there and demand to take your brothers." I turned on my guard. “Where is Dexter Maree from?” “Also the north,” Raf said. “So I’m from the nort
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Sebastian Despite the reason Troy sent me, I was happy to be home with Mario. The city was exhausting. Hiding who I was, constantly pretending to be interested in the women throwing themselves at me, seeing the hurt in Mario’s eyes when I’d kiss one of them to keep up appearances...it drained me and killed me a little inside every time I had to do it. It hurt even more when Mario did the same things I did, even though I knew it was necessary. Where we were from, sexuality didn’t matter. The Goddess fated us with our soul mates, and their genders were completely irrelevant. It could have gone either way for Mario, his previous mate was female, but I never cared much for female company. Mario and I were fated. I wanted to mark him, finally claim him as mine and gift him with immortality, but we both agreed that it was a bad idea while we lived among the humans. More than anything, I wanted to go home where I'd be with my own kind, but I wanted to go to a peaceful home, not the war z
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Hello my dearest readers! Phew. Another one done and dusted. Finally! This is the time where I thank all of you for sticking around to read this epic tale. I did not intend for it to be this long, but Troy and Quinn had quite the story to tell. Thank you, as always, for the comments, the reviews, the gems, the encouragement and love you've shown me along the way. I truly appreciate you so much, and your support is why I keep on writing even when I sometimes feel like saying, "fuck it all," before I go back to bed. I could not do this without you, I truly mean that. There will be more stories soon. So if you feel like it, stick around for the next one. I'd love to take you along for the ride. Much love, Celice
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
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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
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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
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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
