My stomach sank.
This could not be good.
The crowd fell silent, as if everyone were holding their breath.
Evan, still near the stage, stepped forward.
“Susan,” he said. His voice echoed in the now eerily quiet hall. “What are you doing?”
Susan’s eyes, wide with rage, were fixed on me.
“My dear friend Yena,” she continued, her volume increasing with every word, “has a dirty little secret. She told me she had a one-night stand with a rogue wolf just last week. She’s no longer a virgin.”
All the air left my lungs.
I felt like I’d been sucker-punched. Over and over again, by a swinging pendulum I couldn’t get out from under.
Every moment, the reality of this situation felt more and more unbearable. I began to shake. My legs felt as though they were about to go limp.
Everyone was looking at me.
Then I was hit with a wave of that specific kind of anxiety I’ve felt often in public — the shame about my weight, my appearance — and had the strange thought that if I’d have known this would happen tonight, I would have started a diet earlier in the week.
Nolan threaded my arm through his.
I felt like I would faint. I leaned on him without meaning to, and worried my weight would make him stumble sideways.
But his only reaction was to wrap a strong arm around my shoulders, steadying me.
Was he really not worried about my weight at all?
Why had he chosen me?
The chatter in the crowd was growing into an uproar.
I never wanted this. I never asked for it.
I didn’t even want to come to the ball in the first place.
I would have been sprinting for the door in that moment if I’d been able to. But Nolan had me in a vice grip, as if he knew I might try to escape.
The glares from the crowd, the angry faces, the voices starting to call out in protest — it was overwhelming. My ears started ringing.
And then I heard Lily’s whisper.
Honey, he’s completely smitten with you!
My heart was beating out of my chest.
Not possible, I thought.
He’s a prince. A Lycan. He’ll be king someday.
And I don’t belong with him. I’m just a fat girl and he’s beyond out of my league.
You’re more than that, Lily said. You’re charming and beautiful, and meant for greatness. This prince shows wisdom and vision picking you out of the crowd.
I couldn’t believe it.
Yes, Lily insisted, it’s true. You’re much more beautiful than Susan, who just revealed what a graceless bitch she really is. And trust me — the prince loves you.
I know it to be true.
I couldn’t keep arguing with the voice in my head. The world around me was unraveling.
The prince kept hold of me and held his head up high.
Susan had turned to the crowd and was yelling something I couldn’t make out amidst the commotion below.
Evan’s voice rose above the others. He wanted to defend my honor.
“Susan,” he cried out again, “I won’t allow you to slander my sister. She would never do such a thing!”
Evan was tall and handsome, and tonight had dressed in a navy jacket that brought out the blue in his eyes. He’d coiffed his thick brown hair neatly, but as he stood there before the stage pleading my case, he ran an anxious hand through it and turned it into a big mess.
“And did you forget,” he continued, “that she gave you the very clothes on your back? She was up all night making that damn dress for you. What are you doing?”
My heart was breaking for Evan. He was trying to protect his little sister.
But he couldn’t protect me from this.
It’s a serious crime in our world, to claim falsely to be a virgin when entering an election for marriage to a royal.
I didn’t want to see the look on Evan’s face when he found out that what Susan had said was actually true. When he found out what I’d done.
Hot tears began to roll down my cheeks.
Never before had I actually cried in the face of a bully. But I’d never before been betrayed like this. Usually the bully was someone like Caryn.
Not someone I trusted. Someone I thought was my friend.
“Silence!”
The prince’s voice boomed with impossible volume, sending a hush over the crowd.
Susan’s anger visibly deflated. She took one nervous step backward, down the center stage stairs.
“I would have preferred,” Nolan continued, “to keep this information private, between myself and my betrothed. But since this… person…”
He glared at Susan, who stared up at him in awe and took another hesitant step backwards down the stairs.
“…is attempting to assassinate her character, I must share, in defense of my new bride, something that will help you all understand why I have chosen her.”
He paused. The crowd was still and silent.
“It was I who spent that night with Yena,” he said, startling the crowd into a collective gasp. “She was a virgin before we met. And the fault is mine that I took her innocence before I promised her marriage.”
Nolan looked me in the eye. I didn’t see any warmth or affection there.
No love, like Lily claimed he felt for me.
His green eyes were flecked with gold and amber that glimmered in the candlelight.
I felt suddenly vulnerable every time I met this man’s gaze, like he was reading my thoughts, or could sense what I was feeling.
But looking back into his eyes, I saw only power and authority.
And some sort of darkness that scared me just a little.
And turned me on a lot.
“I didn’t come here tonight,” he said, turning back to the crowd, “to choose a concubine. I came here for one reason only: to find the girl who saved my life, and make her my queen.”
He took hold of my hand once again.
“I was attacked last week by rogue wolves who baited me into the woods. I was surrounded and badly outnumbered. We fought for hours before I managed to escape, but I was fatally wounded.”
Every person in the audience was slack-jawed, hanging onto his every word.
“I had been poisoned. My ribs were broken and my arm was nearly severed. I was alone on the mountain, but Yena saved me.”
I felt Evan’s eyes on me, but couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“She found me,” Nolan continued, “took me to safety, treated my injuries, and somehow brought me back to life.”
I knew it.
I knew it was him.
“Without her, I would be dead. My family would be left without an heir to the throne, never even knowing what happened to me. My corpse would have been buried in the mountainside, or picked apart and eaten by whichever scavenging creature first smelled my rotting flesh.”
The crowd was stunned.
And so was I.
The pieces were all finally clicking together in my mind.
I had actually had a shameless one-night stand with a prince.
And not just any prince.
The heir to the Lycan throne.
“But she’s a human, not a wolf. How can she possibly marry a Lycan?” It was Caryn. She asked her question loudly, but with what could be mistaken for a polite and reverent tone. She flashed me a cruel, toothy smile before stepping back into the crowd of girls that were now encircling me and Nolan on the stage. Whispers coursed through the audience. Then a single voice rang out from the far end of the hall, crying, “This fat human girl has tricked and seduced our prince!” The crowd roared in outrage. Another anonymous voice shouted, “The Gamma warriors should arrest her! Lock her up at once!” A cry of support rang out amongst the nobles. The armed guards posted at the entrance paced a few steps forward into the hall. They were members of the king’s guard, known as Gamma warriors, and they were heavily armed. I swallowed hard. My palms were sweaty. Nolan smirked at the crowd. He withdrew his hand from mine, reached up, and ran it through my hair, letting a long golden curl sli
I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about that night in the cave. The shockwaves of pleasure the stranger sent through me. The primal sounds he made. It was hard to reconcile that memory with the man I saw before me now. I remembered the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me. His big hands on my hips. His hot breath on my neck. And his big dick. He seemed to have a good idea how to use it. “Wait…” I said, snapping myself back to reality. “Were you really a virgin before that night?” “Yes,” he replied flatly. “Seemed like… you knew what you were doing.” He raised his eyebrows. “Are you complimenting me?” His mouth twitched, resisting a smug smile. I hadn’t really meant to do that. “Alright,” he said, “If that’s the case, then what’s the problem? I would guess that this” — he gestured to the laurel crown, which he’d set aside, having missed the opportunity to put it on my head during the ceremony — “is the best offer you may ever receive.” I cleared my throat and said
His face was close to mine, and I felt his breath on my neck. It sent a shiver running down my spine. The reporters, kept at bay on the sidewalk, were snapping away with their cameras and talking loudly into microphones. I turned away and reached for the front door, but he kept pace with me and slipped his arm around my waist. It felt like it belonged there. His hands fit themselves around my curves so naturally. I guess because… he knew them. His arms were so strong. Every muscle along the whole length of them bulged. He smelled like pine and sandalwood, like he’d just stepped out of the forest. I remembered this smell from the morning after our night together in the cave. But no. I had to stop letting my thoughts drip down into that memory. Every time, it made me feel like I was melting. Every time I thought about the feeling of his hot, rough hands all over every inch of my body. The way he’d fucked me. Shameless and giving and desperate and wild. His incredible strength.
“You stop right there,” Tina said. She put my coffee down on the table in front of me, a little too hard. A blob of whipped cream slid off the top and started melting down the side. “Peter, you are not going to sell our daughter to settle a debt,” she said, staring daggers at him. “It’s okay,” I said, and I reached out to Tina. She pulled away. “It’s not okay,” Evan snapped. I already had the gold business card, and my cell phone, in my hand. “It’s actually my choice, alright?” I said. That got them to quiet down. I made the call. While it rang I took a few shallow breaths and tried to prepare what I was going to say. I didn’t plan to, but when the line picked up I just started talking before the prince could answer. The words just rushed out. “Hello Nolan — I mean, Your Highness — I changed my mind and I’m so sorry about what I said last night. If you’ll still have me, I’ll marry you, but I’ll need your help with something first and I just have to get it out, I need ten millio
YENA We hid out in the house all morning. Peter had been taking calls from his lawyer, his partners, and his creditors. He told them he was doing everything he could, but that he needed more time. Then they showed up at the house. Evan went around and locked all the doors. Tina pulled the curtains closed over every window. Men were knocking on the door nonstop — banging it hard — trying to wear us down, get us to open up. Peter told us not to be scared. They’ll go away, he said, if we ignore them. I was pretty sure he was wrong about that, though I really couldn’t guess what would happen if we just kept on hiding there in the dark. Peter turned his phone off. He hadn’t told anyone the whole story yet. Hopefully, no one besides us and the prince knew yet that I’d rejected his proposal. Not that anyone would believe it, anyway, if we told them. How could an ordinary girl — a commoner, and a fat girl at that — not take the prince up on such an undeserved offer? I stared at the phon
Evan’s face flushed, going beet red. “My relationship with Yena,” he said, is none of your business.” Nolan knew full well what kind of relationship Evan wanted with Yena. He could smell it. It almost made him laugh, to think that the boy actually felt he was fooling anyone. The way he followed his sister around, watching her every move… Nolan’s blood felt hot. It gave him a tight, unpleasant feeling in his chest, thinking about Yena and Evan. He took a step toward the door. Yena was still standing there on the porch in an embrace with her adoptive mother, oblivious to the conversation taking place inside. The prince turned back to Evan and looked him dead in the eye. “Why is it,” Nolan asked, “that you are so obsessed with her?” Evan was silent for a few seconds. The two stared each other down, neither one flinching. “Yena,” Evan finally said, “is the most beautiful girl in the world to me. If you can’t see that — if you can’t see how amazing she is, then let her stay here wi
YENAOn some sort of embarrassed impulse, I actually reached up to my mouth and wiped it with my hand.There was no drool.I felt my face get hot.It was unbelievable. He had such a skill for pushing my buttons. And could do it so fast.He took one step forward and leaned against the door frame. We were face to face at a sort of four-way intersection of dark, empty hallways.Nolan was tall and broad, and cast a shadow that enveloped me in darkness.“Stop fucking with me,” I said.“Well,” he replied, “you were the one eye-fucking me first.”The dim moonlight drifting in through the windows hit his eyes and lit them up. They were hard like stone, deep green in shadow, and staring down at me with the prince’s signature brand of smoldering condescension.A rush of desperate desire surged through me, starting at my throat and flooding downwards.I swallowed as quietly as I could and thought about turning around. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of being rewarded for this kind of behavi
NOLANHe pressed his ear to the door but heard nothing further.He knocked. Nothing.Without thinking, he gave the door a little push, and it swung open.Yena was sprawled out in bed with a white bedsheet wrapped tightly around her dramatic curves. She was talking in her sleep.“Evan…” she whispered.Nolan tensed. She was dreaming about the boy. The brother.His pulse increased. His heart started hammering away in his chest again.“Where did you put…” Yena continued, her voice soft and sleepy. “The chocolates… Where are my chocolates?”Nolan stifled a laugh.“Greedy girl,” he whispered.A breeze drifted through the hall and swept a chill into the bedroom. Yena shivered in her sleep.A quilt was on the floor in a heap, having fallen off the bed.He waved his hand. It slid back up onto the bed, covering the girl as she slept.Her body relaxed and her breathing grew steady and quiet.Nolan let himself look at her soft round face for just a moment longer. Then he turned and left. He pulle