*Mark* All day, I’ve been tortured by the idea that Emily wants to see me in her room tonight, and I don’t want to go. I know it’s my best chance at getting the information we need regarding Gene’s plans for Rose, but even the thought of putting a bag over Emily’s head and doing her makes me sick
She sighs, rolls her eyes, and says, “Fine.” She walks over to the coffee table and picks up the bottle of wine, which is mostly full but not completely. She pours two glasses and hands me one. I sit down on the couch. I want to stay as far away from the bed as possible. She sits next to me, curlin
*Emily*I’ve finally got one of the Alphas in my bedroom!Now is my chance to get him to impregnate me so that I can get rid of that stupid Breeder and her four babies once and for all.“Let me strap you down and ride you,” I say to Alpha Mark as he carries me to the bed.“No, I don’t think so,” he
*Tristan* Mark has never been one to have a poker face, and right now it’s obvious he is hiding something. Eli looks like he has just seen a cat bark. I look at both men and wonder what is going on. “Why are the two of you chasing each other in the hallway?” Reece asks, flying through the door. “
“Why were they screaming? Oh, my. Mark, don’t tell me you beat up Emily. I know what she did was inhumane, but I thought we would let the king decide on her punishment. You didn’t have to take matters into your own hands,” Rose says as she walks over to where I am still standing in front of Mark, tr
*Tristan* “What? Why?” I ask. I had known that he was sadistic, but I don’t think I was prepared for just how far the royal ass was willing to go. “Maybe Emily was just voicing her own desires,” Reece suggests, obviously also not wanting to believe that the king could be so evil. “I believe her.
“Are you saying that he wants you to escort her back to her pack after she has the children?” Reece asks as his hand that is gripping the vodka glass trembles slightly. I can see his knuckles turning white from the tension. It appears today he’ll be the one to smash a glass in his hand. I walk over
*Rose* Kelly sits by the window, singing a tune that I recognize from my childhood. It talks about the silver moon and her flashing stars helping her look down on children. The moon guides their journey, and the stars light up their path. Kelly’s red hair looks like a flame as the light from outsid