KierThe wolf, mortally injured, releases a baying sound that was part anger and part fear. He couldnât be older than nineteen, his big brown eyes pleading as I stalk closer, my blade dragging off the floor. My heart bleeds for this; for what I have to do, but it wouldnât be my first kill today. Or in the last couple of hours.âKier,â Randale says behind me, and I lift my hand. He quietens, and the ragged breaths of the boy fills the forests as fur transforms to skin and paws, feet. Blood trickles from a large gash under his rib and another from his broken shoulder. Heâd run. I told him not to. Zephyr gets excited when they run.I take one step forward and the boy crawls back with his good arm, his mangled feet dangling loosely after him. âPlease,â he tries to say, but the only thing that leaves his mouth is hoarse cry.âHeâs just a child,â Randale pleads behind me and I ignore him, not because I do not feel sympathy, but because nothing can quelch the rage in my blood. He might be a
Jessamine I canât say exactly when Kier joined me in bed but Iâm awoken by kisses trailing my neck and a hard length pressing dangerously against my rump. Sleepy, I donât fight the arms that circle around my middle. I moan when his hand tugs the strap of my dress enough to free my breasts from the silk, and when his fingers reach between my legs, I arch up my hips in response, rolling them with undulated lust to meet his fingers.âYou like that?â His thumb kneads my clit and I nod, whimpering.He chuckles deeply, languishing in each stroke of his finger. âOf course, you do.âA thrill runs through me as his hot breath dances along my neck, and my thighs clamp together, trapping his hand. âPart your thighs for me, love.â His voice is low and thick, but I donât dare mistake his words for anything else but an order.Weak-kneed, my legs fall apart and I groan at the slippery slide of his finger to my warm entrance. Saliva gathers in my mouth and I swallow it, releasing a breathy sig
Kier"Why don't you ever fucking listen?! If he'd aimed for your heart, you'd be dead!" The blade hadn't sunk in too deep in her shoulder before I got Lloyd off her, and now, against the many guards holding him down, he struggles still to return to her, howling in pain, anger and frustration. He's almost rabid, and I've only ever seen this happen once when a man's mind was broken after watching his mate die.Nadine's death must have done this, coupled with the torture. I've never seen anything like this. The sheer cruelty and brutality of it.Jessamine shoves my hand off her bleeding shoulder, fire blazing in her eyes that glare at me. "Well, maybe if you'd told me Lloyd was here and explained the situation to me, none of this would have happened!"I am so tired of women. All the women in my life are insane. My mate more than most. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to calm my heart. Seeing that dagger so close to her heart, I've never known fear so vast, so crippling.
JessamineThis is awful.When Kier had mentioned the trip and blowing off steam, I had a certain image in mind. I had anticipatedâĶsomething, had clenched every time the horse galloped, nearly betraying my thoughts to my seemingly gloomy companions, and now, I can swear Kier is trying to torture me. Heâs trying to starve me.âShift,â he hisses for the fifth time.I merely pick the dirt from out of my nails and move onto the next. Darrock snickers nearby, not bothering to hide his delight at Kierâs frustration. âShe will, when the time is right. Not everything must be resolved with brute forceâââDid I fucking ask your opinion?!â Kier scowls at Darrock, and before the latter can decide he wants to fight back, Randale lifts his blade to Darrockâs throat. âWatch it, mate.â Darrockâs eyes flash, but he says nothing in response, staring at the fire.Guilt stabs my chest. We havenât spoken and so far, all weâve done is avoid each otherâs paths and avert our gazes from meeting. It doesnât mat
Jessamine Kierâs âsignalâ was shifting.Iâd thought fifteen men, who were nearly as skilled with their weapons as I was, closing in on us was scary, but fear had been watching Kier rip out of his clothes and transforming into something brought straight out of nightmares. A red wolf, taller than any of the gathered men, more menacing, much, more terrifying. Demonic, is what he is. Hauntingly beautiful. I couldnât take my eyes off him, both in fear and awe, and I completely forgot what the plan had been.To run.He leaps, and Darrock seems just as frightened as I am, staggering back and falling to avoid getting shredded into pieces like the male, whose head is currently in KierâZephyrâs mouth. âJessamine!â Randale snaps as he surges forward, snapping the neck of another who blocks his path. He discards the body like a weightless, empty sack. âYou can eye-fuck him later. There are more coming from that direction!â He nods towards the dense expanse of the forest ea
KierMy chest heaves. Blood gurgles as his fingers search, brushing against the pounding organ. More metal coats my tongue and I will my body to move. Nothing works. NothingâThe male suddenly jerks, his face crumpling as a pained moan slips from him. His fingers retract from my chest as he reaches for his, confused. He touches his black shirt and his fingers come away bloody. âMick?â the bulky one named Balor says, approaching skeptically, but when Mick coughs up blood, sputtering the repulsive liquid all over my face, Balor breaks into a sprint, falling to his knees by Mickâs side. His eyes widen with horror as he sees something I donât and his head whips back to the forest behind his fallen friend whoâs gasping for breath and dying, to my delightânot that Iâm any better. My chest is ripped open, and Iâm not healing.Doesnât stop me from barking a startled laugh when an arrow flies, much too quietly for the rest to pick up and tears into Balorâs throat, protruding from the other si
JessamineFor the most part of the journey back, I was bleary-eyed, exhaustion taking a hold of me like never before. Kier said my body would demand rest from me, and I could barely walk without keeling over.Moiraâs sobbing when we reach the courtyard, and Iâm amazed by how quickly itâs all been set up; the pyres upon which two bodies layâIâm assuming Kierâs and Randaleâsâthe torches and the fucking crowd. There are people wailing, and if I didnât already know how much they loved Kier, this would be a testament. There are children here, hiding the behind the skirts of their weeping mothers. Never have I seen so many pack warriors in one place at once. They all hold a fist to their hearts, their solemn faces turned up to the sky as the priestess sings an awfully sad song that manages to get goosebumps crawling up my skin. If I wasnât already so tired, I may have started sobbing too. The atmosphere is justâĶsorrowful. We remain hidden in the shadows, until Moira begins to speak, her v
************AzHe should despise her, for rejecting and neglecting their bond. For not giving it a chance to thrive before killing it. He should leave her there, like everyone else. She deserved it. She was cruel. Heâd seen good in his life, and Moira had none of that in her.But when she screamed for help, watching her father die, heâd felt her pain as genuine as it had been when sheâd thought Kier dead. And even now, hours after her sentence, she sat outside in the courtyard still, staring at her fatherâs body. She was cold, but he knew she could barely feel it as she rocked back and forth, whispering to herself. âWhat will you do?â Mikkel asked, and Az only stared from the window, swirling the wine goblet in his hand.He turned his back on her and shrugged. âNothing.âBut it was a lie and Mikkel knew it too as he smiled knowingly. Mikkel knew too much, Az told himself half an hour later as he descended the stairs with a cloak in one hand and food in the other. Sheâd likely reject
Az rubbed his eyes tiredly. Itâd been days since he last had a peaceful nightâs rest. Lord of Grimstone. He often found himself laughing at the title. He wasnât lord of anythingâat least not yet. His people didnât seem to think so with their constant rebellion of him and stealing from him, no matter that he tried his best to ensure even the darkest parts of Grimstone got ridded of their poverty.They didnât warm up to him. They called him a freak. It was pathetic and he should have known Jessamine was lying the moment she started batting those long lashes of hers and speaking to him sweetly.He left Dawn after the wedding and heâd been at Grimstone for a total of seven months now. And in that time sheâd come to see him thrice, with her twin boys, Wren and Alder. They both had their mother's eyes, but that was where the resemblance ended. The rest was all Kier. From their red hair down to their angry growls whenever Az didn't give them what they wanted.Of course, Jessamine had come to
Jessamine If youâve ever been away from home for too long, youâd understand the feeling of your stomach plummeting at the most familiar scents, the urge to breathe in deeply, feel everything, reacquaint yourself with every single detailâdetails that suddenly seem more vivid andâĶand intense. That is all I can call thisâcoming home. Somehow, between punching Kier and telling him I hate him and Iâll return to my fatherâs castle and find me a man who isnât quite as infuriating as he is, heâd kissed me. Concussion be damned, Kierâs lips heal me in more ways than any physician could. I walk Kier back into the throne room, pushing off the remains of his shirt. His fingers tangle in my hair as his lips on mine reminds me of the first timeâĶthe first time I saw him. His eyes looked like a tear from an ocean of peridots. His hair was shorter, not long enough to run my fingers through, but I was fascinated by the rich hue of it. He rarely smiled then, but when he did, it was bright as starlight
My fingers shake and I hide them behind my back as I round the corner. Slowly, I approach, the large oak door standing ominously in the distance. I wipe the sweat from my wrist against my light skirts and grip tightly as my chest thumps. Once. Twice. The closer I draw, the heavier the dagger under my skirt weighs. The maids behind me chatter, but I barely hear the words they say. I try to hide it behind a show of boredom but the fear creeps up my spine and it is all I can do to keep going. It takes an eternity, but I reach the door eventually. âHeâs not in,â the guard tells me when I start to open the door. There usually arenât any, but after this morning, I understand why he has his chambers guarded. My fingers still by the door. Not in? This is when we have dinner. Every night. I didnât factor his possible absence into my plans. Gods above. âWhere is he?ââThrone room. The reports from the prisoners came back. Heâs off attending to it and said to tell you to wait for him.âOh no.
JessamineâI didnât do it,â Killian growls for the umpteenth time. His gaze darts to me. âShe did. This is her attempt at trying to get rid of me. Tell me what motive I would have to set the freak free. Iâd gain nothing from it. I wasnât even in the castle!âHis argument would seem solid enough to Atticus if he wasnât also accusing me of framing him. Darrock got out last night. Kier didnât. When I heard the news, I bawled for hours in the bathroom, keeping the water running to drown out the sound. Why didnât he leave? Because heâs mad at me? He claimed that I destroyed him last night. His eyes were hurt and broken. Why didnât he just fucking leave?Atticusâs head tilts left. âWhere were you last night?âKillian hesitates, his jaw grinding. I ponder on his reluctance to tell Atticus where heâd run off to. The bonfire. His gaze cuts to Raya and his fists clench. âThe queen informed me of Rayaâs plans to leave. I had to go bring her back.âRaya gives me a look that is equal parts be
JessamineHeâs drunk. I should have known serving him glass after glass would lead here. My hands trapped in his, held above my head, and his body a cage above mine. His long lashes flutter as he breathes in deeply. âSay it again.âThe lie comes as easy as breathing. âIâm yours.âHis canines gleam as he gives me a smile no one else has seen. âYouknowwhat intriguesme themostaboutyou?â His words tumble out together and it takes only a second to pull them apart as he leans in, his hot breath tickling my nose. âThat I canât tell your lies apart from your truths.ââNow, that is a terrible lie,â I whisper, reaching up to brush my lips against his chin. He shudders, a strangled noise building in his throat. âYou like that you never know what Iâm thinking. You love the danger I present. It excites you. It is why you keep me close, despite knowing I have a dagger strapped to my thigh, especially made to kill you. You romanticize with death, and death I will be, for you.âHis response is a hea
JessamineKier might have been in chains and covered in dirt and blood, but there will never be any man as beautiful as him. He hasnât noticed me yet, his teeth bared at the guards fighting to put him on his knees. The humans gasp, the smell of their fear filling the room when his bound arms ram into the side of a guardâs head, knocking him out.That earns him a growl from Killian who doesnât hesitate to draw his sword and ram it into the back of Kierâs head. My mate stumbles, his blood spilling down his torn brown shirt, and he falls on one knee. I start to stand from Atticusâs lap, a growl traveling up my throat, when Atticus breathes against my neck, âDoes his discomfort trouble you? You forget that he abandoned you, left you to rot here while he chose them again over you.âKier would never, but I donât say that. My mind is whirling in so many directions. How could he surrender? How could he let themâĶtake him? HowâĶmy eyes widen when Lloyd walks in next and bows low, to the hip as h
JessamineIâve been involved in an unhealthy number of ceremonies, and each time, itâs even less eventful. That isnât to say that our wedding wasnât a large affair. Iâm fairly certain nearly all of Ashbourne was in attendance, all eager to see the werewolf princess with eyes like precious stones. Yes, someone said that as she delivered gifts to me, wishing me a long, happy marriageâa duchess, maybe. If only she knew.The castle couldnât contain all of the guests and the guards around me were triple the normal size, like Atticus half expected someone to disrupt the ceremony. Someone who I can bet is Kier. Nervous, the entire time, Iâd waited, staring at the door, hoping for a commotion that would bring a special redhead to me.But Kier never showed up and the ceremony was sealed. I was the puppet queen of Ashbourne. I was Atticusâs dove, his pet. I was thankful that nothing else was expected of me, other than sitting still and looking pretty. Unlike Kier, Atticus didnât entertain the
JessamineI get a visitor a few minutes to myâĶwedding. My gaze lands on Darrockâs and nothing could have held me back. I launch myself at him with whatever little strength I have garnered in the past hourâwhich is close to nothing and he snatches my wrist before I can impale him with the butterknife Iâd stolen from my dinner tray earlier.âViolet, please,â he rasps. âListen to meââReaching up, I slam my head into his. He groans, retreating a step back and I see that I have caused no damage except the ache spreading through my head. I stumble in the bid to attack him again and he steadies me before I can fall. âTake your hands off meââ A firm hand clamps down on my mouth, silencing my scream of outrage before it can escape. âIâm trying to help,â he whispers. âWeâre leaving. Now.âI let him see the response to that in my gaze; Over my dead body will I follow him anywhere.Darrock glances over his shoulder and when his eyes return to me, theyâre troubled. âI know you have questions, an
KierâIt canât be breached,â Lloyd explains and a disgruntled sound from the man seated beside me, whose aura rivals against mine greatly seems to set us all over the edge again. âDo not speak in absolutes,â King Hunter murmurs, his grimace turning darker. âHe doesnât have enough of us to guard his foothold. Surely, an army of humans canât be that lethal.âLloyd laughs, and it is nothing charming. Heâd been the first Iâd gone to for help after Randale convinced me that Iâd get myself and Jessamine killed if I headed first into Ashbourne without a plan, and it had taken a lot of convincing to get him in hereâthe council room. âThey have weapons and banes thatâd render you useless in the twinkle of an eye. If you wish to bring him down, you must do it from within. An outright attack will if anything, help him kill your daughter quickerâand believe me, there is no level of relevance that would prevent him from doing that once he decides he has no use for her.âPain flickers behind Lloyd