Gene knocks on the door and then shouts, “Barbara, I’m opening the door!” He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door and then whispers to me, “I have to keep this locked or she’ll be out and about all over the place again.” “Does that mean you’re locking me in?” I ask him. He shrugs. “Use the mind
*Barbara* “Oh, dear. Alpha Mark looks a bit… unwell,” I say to myself as I watch him slump into his chair. His eyes are closed, and it’s clear the drugs I told King Gene to give him have taken effect. Looking at him, I can’t help but run a hand along my breast, pinching my nipple as my hand slides
“That’s right. He left my office and came down here to see her. I think… they’re having a sexual affair!” “Well, if that’s the case, King Gene,” Tristan begins, “I think we should rush to her room right now and see what we can discover.” I feel my stomach lurching into my throat. Surely, that can’
*Rose*“Drugged?” I repeat Tristan’s word out loud, mostly to myself. It makes sense, considering how awful Mark looks, but I’m worried. After all, the chef was drugged—poisoned—and she died. “Is he going to be okay?” I ask.“Probably,” Eli assures me, his hand on my shoulder. “It’s probably some ki
“Water!” Eli finally shouts and then rushes off to get me a glass of cold water. I appreciate it, and when I take a few slow sips, it helps a bit.Soon enough, the doctor is there. She rushes in with her black bag to check Mark first, and I lean out of her way. She’s brought one of the nice nurses w
*Emily* I wait in my cousin’s office, pacing back and forth, my skirt billowing out behind me every time I turn around. It’s a high-low, my favorite style, and it looks good on me. I can’t believe I was forced to wear such drab outfits while I was at Alpha Stephen’s mansion. The more time I spend i
“Yeah, an evil queen. Regina!” He is mumbling things that don’t make sense to me anymore. “No, a powerful queen! Like we discussed!” I hear a pleading tone in my voice that I can’t stand, but I don’t know what else to do. I feel this opportunity slipping through my fingers again, and I can’t lose i
*Eli* When we reach Adam and Shelby’s room, Tristan reaches for the doorknob, determined to walk right in, as he’s already forewarned us. I grab his arm and pull it back while Kelly knocks, both of us giving him a stern look. “What?” he asks. “I told you, it’s more fun to just trot right on in. W