Valerie In the morning, I was sent to the kitchen to prepare for the large feast tonight's celebration. Several other girls flutter around me, some washing dishes, some cutting carrots, some preparing the base for a large and luxurious cake. I was sat in front of a large bowl of potatoes with a tool to skin the peels. I had done so many already that the task was becoming mindless and uninspiring. Over time, I couldn’t help but allow my mind to drift. I thought of Lucas, and our kiss in the moonlight. I thought of the anger on his face when I chose to seek out the Alpha. I thought of Ava and where she might have possibly gone. I wondered if she had seen me back at the auction, or if her eyes had passed over me, assuming I was anyone’s pet. Then I thought of Alpha Xavier. Heat rose to my cheeks as I recalled our kiss in his room. The way he leaned over me, hungry and rough, his kiss nothing like Lucas’s was. It was heavy…consuming. And whereas Lucas’s kiss was innocence, Xavier’s w
Valerie Marigold swept in, producing a notepad from her apron. “The engagement party has been canceled,” she explained. “The princess has fallen ill. That means there will be no cake to prepare. No three-course-meal as planned. However,” she went on, “the celebration is still in effect. We will continue with the hors d’oeuvres. You girls here, drop everything you’re doing and go bake some bread for finger sandwiches. You, cutting tomatoes—the Northerners request a platter of roasted vegetables be added to the spread. Cut some of those into quarters while you’re at it.” The entire kitchen seemed to let out a unified breath of relief. We had been short-handed, and still had dozens of dishes to produce in a matter of hours. The Northerners were insatiable people. They seemed to want every luxury in the book at this celebration: live music, fine eatery, liquor from foreign lands—even candles carved into artistic shapes and used as center pieces. I couldn’t imagine how gaudy and overwh
Valerie The garden was everything I’d read about in the books. I’d only ever seen it in photos taken from above, and once I was actually inside of it, it felt like I’d stepped into an entirely different world. It was large—a labyrinth of wild, beautiful flowers the likes of which I’d never seen before. Lush, colorful things that bloomed larger than the size of my head. I walked with the princess as she led me to the lake. She seemed keen on disguising herself when outside of the palace—though it was not difficult to tell who you were looking at when you took in her appearance. She was petite and slender, her cheeks rosy and her lips full. She fit all the boxes a princess would require. However, she hid herself in a thick coat, her face half-veiled by lace. I wondered who she might be hiding from. Or if she simply didn’t want to be seen at all It was a silent and awkward walk through the roses and to the lake, where Alyssa led me to a bench and gestured for me to sit. We stared
Valerie “You must be mistaken,” I tried to explain. “The Alpha only invited me to his chamber for a discussion. He had questions to ask me, and nothing more.” “Nothing more?” Alyssa gave a light snort and smiled at me. “There’s only one reason why a man would invite a woman to his room,” she said. “There’s no way you just talked. I saw the look on his face when I walked in. Something else was going on.” A heat climbed up my face. I opened my mouth to speak, but what could I possibly say? She was right. We had kissed. It felt like we had done far more than that. She took in a long breath and gazed out over the vast lake. “Xavier never seemed interested in women. Even before I met him, he was notorious for rejecting women. I’m almost certain he never invited women to his chambers.” “How do you know so much about his love life?” I asked. “My father,” Alyssa said, with another discomforted sigh. “He’s a bit of a snoop. He did a lot of background research on Xavier before arranging
Xavier The servant hung behind me like a shadow. I could tell she was nervous to be giving me the news of Alyssa’s illness. But I was not an idiot. Something else was going on here. I sighed heavily and waved her off with a curt thank you, and the servant fluttered out of my chambers—likely glad to be away from my brooding company. It wasn’t that I was disappointed the ceremony was canceled. Not in the slightest. But I had been dreading this day for far too long, and I was desperate to get the damn thing over with. I didn’t know what Alyssa’s games were, but she was certainly playing at something. The Northerners always were playing at something. None of this had been right to begin with. This marriage was beginning to feel like more and more of a fraud with each passing day. Alyssa and I did not compliment one another. We did not sit well together. We barely spoke, in fact. I felt nothing for her. And I was almost certain she felt nothing with me. And I was not a braindead foo
Valerie We returned to the palace after the incident, and the nurses promptly delivered lush, clean towels, which Alyssa wrapped herself in like a blanket. Her father was awaiting us in her chambers when we returned. At first sight of the scowl on his face, I wanted to turn and run back out through the chamber doors. “Where on earth have you been?” he asked, emphasizing each and every word. “Haven’t I told you not to wander around here? This is not our home. You do not know what sort of crimes happen within these walls.” He paused only when he noticed her drenched hair, and the anger on his face turned a vibrant shade of red. “What have you done? It looks as if you’ve gone for a swim. Did you lie about your sickness?” Alyssa lowered her head. I expected her to blurt out a lie or fabricate a story on the spot—it only seemed to be her nature to manipulate, as she had tried to manipulate me—but Alyssa said nothing but, “I’m sorry.” “This is a level of impotence I never expected to se
Valerie We spent the entire afternoon in Alyssa’s chamber, listening to music. She had a plethora of songs on disks, which she stored delicately into little sleeves for their protection. We barely spoke a word, except for the subtle comment from Alyssa now and then when a song came on that she really enjoyed. I was okay with the silence between us. It gave me time to think. When the sun began to set, a strange noise came from outside. Alyssa floated to the window and looked out at the lawn below. “It looks like the celebration is beginning,” she said. “The ball will be in full swing, soon.” “Ball?” I asked. Alyssa turned to me and smiled. “A masquerade. It’s the largest of the events. The most important to my people.” I sidled up beside her, peering down at the palace grounds. A cluster of well-dressed werewolves were making their way to the Barnsil building. “There will be a ball every night,” Alyssa explained. I couldn’t tell if she was sad about the matter, or if the sight
Valerie I could feel his breath on my nape. His lips brushing the back of my neck. His fingers trailed up my arms, casting chills over my skin. Bile rose in my throat. My entire body seized up there, my back pressed against his chest. I wanted to thrash and claw, I wanted to escape him. But I was afraid to move. Afraid to breath. He leaned into my hair and inhaled, filling his lungs with my scent. “You smell like a virgin,” he said. Finally, adrenalin hit me. I struggled against him, screaming against his palm, trying to claw his hand from my mouth. But he was far stronger than me, and he muffled every sound I made. Then, suddenly, he crushed me back against his chest and gnarled lowly in my ear, “Stop your crying or I’ll rip you apart.” He was squeezing the air from me. It felt like every bone in my body was about to collapse under the strength of his embrace. I was going to die. This corridor was too dark. Too far from everything else. No one would hear my muffled cries. No
VALERIE Xavier led us to the sentry post before the sun had fully risen in the sky. The horizon was a brilliant lavender, the air crisp and chilly. There were no guards around, and carnage spilled upon the grass. Blood, fur, weapons and signs of struggle in the dirt. I supposed there would be a lot of violence from this moment forward. That this would not be the last puddle of blood I saw. I just hoped, with all my heart, that none of it would belong to Xavier. Distantly, Lucas stood beside the cab of a black sedan, patiently staring down the sunrise. We had but a moment to say our goodbyes, and I was afraid to start. The sooner I began, the sooner it would be over with. And I might never see Xavier again. When the time came, when I heard his voice whisper my name, “Valerie.” I did not hesitate. I threw my arms around Xavier and clutched onto him with all the strength in me. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave him here, but I knew I would only be a liability. Besides, h
XAVIERI watched Valerie’s sleeping face, her cheeks peppered pink from the warmth of the bed. My body was still on fire, long after the crisp of night swept into the old house and flushed out all the heat.The mark on Valerie’s neck glowed, red and angry in the dim light of an impending dawn. One single bite, not deep enough to break flesh, but deep enough to bruise it. Deep enough to leave the impression of every tooth. Beneath it, the soft red petals of kiss-marks peppered down her body, vanishing beneath the blankets. I shouldn’t have given in to my desires; she needed her rest, and I needed my focus. But I did not expect the way my body would react once I was biting down on her elegant neck.And I did not expect the way her body reacted to my bite. How potent her pheromones became once she was marked.I was not strong enough to deny her after that.I had kissed every inch of her until she begged me to take her, and I could not remember much else beyond the sound of her cry in the
VALERIE “What do you mean?” The fear and anger clenched so tightly in my chest, it felt like a rib would break. Stay? He was all I had and now we were being separated? I had just lost Ava. I was going to lose Xavier, too? “You can’t stay! I don’t want to leave you!” Tears pricked at my eyes—tears of rage this time. Not anger, not pain. Rage. Because it was just so unfair. After everything, it was just so unfair to lose them both. “No! I just lost Ava, I won’t lose you too!” Again, he kissed me, and again I could do nothing but kiss him back. It was the feeling of air in your lungs after a long time under water, and I loved breathing Xavier in. I loved the sweet warmth of his kiss, the softness of his lips. But I hated the way it quenched the fire in me. The way I felt…a little less angry. “Lucas will protect you,” he said as we broke apart, gently leaning his forehead against mine. I could hardly breathe. The tears burned like acid on my cheeks. I shook my head, pulling away f
VALERIE I woke in a faint mist. There was nothing around me but white. And in the distance, four shapes were coming closer, breaking through the tiffany clouds. Somehow, I knew I was meant to be with them. I trudged through the fog, my feet taking into a run as the shapes of them began to appear in the mist. My parents. Mathilda. Ava. They smiled, their arms extended, waiting for me to walk right into them. But I could not reach. It seemed no matter how far I ran, I could not get any closer to them. They grew further and further away, and then they disappeared entirely. They disappeared into the fog, like shapes erased from paper. “Wait!” I cried out. “Wait for me!” But they were gone. And I was alone, in that white, empty world. I crumbled to my knees and cried. “I don’t want to be alone. Don’t leave me alone.” Then I felt something with in me. A warmth. You are not alone, that familiar voice said. I ignored her, sobbing into my knees instead. I had been so close to them
VALERIE The room was suddenly electric. The look Caeser had given me did not settle. Rather, it curdled in my stomach like bad food. Suddenly, I was no longer hungry. The music had stopped playing, and the crowd had gone quiet, confused by the confrontation between son and father. But Xavier looked as composed as always. “If you would not mind taking a seat, father,” Xavier began. “I have more details to—“ Suddenly, a sound like thunder rolled through the entrance of the banquet hall. The tables turned their attention to the entrance door, where a guard stumbled inside. Something was terribly wrong with him, by the look of it. His eyes were glazed and distant, his lips turning blue. He stumbled in on weak legs and collapsed to the floor, veins scrawling up the side of his neck. Several guests leapt from their seats in fear. “What is going on?” a woman exclaimed. The man beside her stepped closer, crouching as if preparing to shift. Others joined him, taking a defensive stance am
VALERIE It was late into the evening when the guests began to make their way to the palace in hordes. I had been watching out the window when a gentle rapping came at my door. A guard stepped inside and bowed. “I have been instructed by Princess Alyssa to retrieve you for the banquet. Might you dress in something…a little more appropriate for the occasion?” I felt something light inside of me at the invitation. It wasn’t that I was necessarily excited for the banquet, but it gave me an opportunity to see Alyssa. And Xavier. I had been locked in my chamber for days now, waiting for Ava to recover from her…recent events. But I did not want to leave her be. Especially after what had occurred with the guards. I turned to look at her. She seemed…relatively normal today. Perhaps it wasn’t hurting anyone if I escaped for an hour or two. “Go ahead,” Ava said with a smile. “I’ll be here waiting for you.” I nodded to her and dressed quickly in the finest thing I owned—a gown gifted to m
XAVIER After my conversation with Lucas, I sat in silence for a long while. I was in an agonizing pull of pressure—one side mulling over the idea of telling Valerie the truth, the other considering a world where I ran away with her. Of course, this couldn’t happen. But it did bring me a moment of ease to imagine. No more chaos. No more responsibility. Just the two of us, running from this face as fast as our legs would take us. But that was a dream. Not the reality that spilled out in front of me. The truth was, I was casting her out of Orheroad, whether she liked it or not. I had no other option. And she would not be happy about this. But she would be okay. And that was enough. Eventually, my silent thinking came to an end when a knock rapped on the door. Before I would rise to answer it, Ralph entered with the injured guard from yesterday. As most wolves do, he had recovered quickly. “Sir,” the guard said, drawing down in a slight, pained bow. I waved a hand to ward off the f
XAVIER I stared at the phone for much too long. The small device—one of only a few left in the entire world—sitting in inanimate silence, and somehow still mocking me. It took all I had to reach for it, and even once I’d done that, I could not bring myself to pick it up. After several beats of hesitation, I lifted it in my hands and dialed the number to Saelmere Castle. It rang once. Twice. Three times. Then he answered. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the long lost prince. What is it? Did you miss me too terribly?” At first, Lucas sounded joyful—maybe even a little humorous. And then suddenly, his tone dropped. All the smile fell from his voice and he grumbled lowly into the line, “I must say, It is about damned time.” I frowned at the sound of Lucas’s droll, irritable tone. After the security over the city was reinforced, no one had been able to call in or out. I wasn’t sure how many times Lucas had made the attempt, but by the sound of his hard-edged voice, he was angry. Whic
VALERIE The longer I stayed with Ava, the more obvious it became that she wasn’t the same as she used to be. Every time we spoke, she was becoming more of a stranger. Less of Ava. She seemed to have forgotten most of the time we’d spent together in the shop. Vague things came back to her now and then—the day her master purchased her. The view of the market district from the pane glass windows. But not much else. And though she remembered who I was, she didn’t remember Aunt Louise and Aunt Rita. She couldn’t name a single girl from the shop, and she didn’t seem to recall the talks we used to have, either. I didn’t sleep well that night. I dreamed instead…the strangest dreams. I dreamed of wild, vivid forests and the air billowing against my skin. I dreamed of running and running until my feet lost all feeling. I did not know why I dreamed such strange things, but I didn’t mind it either. I could taste the earthy scent of the forest around me. I could feel my heart thundering in my ch