“Hey Cals!” I say, leaning against my sister’s new bedroom door and grinning over at her.“Everleigh!” she gasps, spinning towards me and then, laughing, dashing over to wrap me in a big hug. “Did you see this room?” she whispers, delighted. “It’s amazing!”“Of course I’ve seen it,” I say, laughing and hugging her back. “It used to be mine, after all.”Callie pulls back an inch and stares at me, her mouth a round little “o,” I think having forgotten that little fact. She turns around, keeping one arm around my waist, looking around the room with new eyes. “Oh, then I like it even more then,” she says, giving a decisive nod. “I love that you have history here.”“History indeed,” I say, my voice low with the understatement. When I was Angeline’s lady, we spent hours and hours here, especially when she and Mal were fighting and she wanted to hide away from him for a bit. For some reason, he never thought to look for her here – like this room, or I, didn’t really exist. But their fights n
“Whether or not I’d give Coco up is unsubstantial,” I say, waving a hand to dismiss the point again and doing my very best to hide that I’d never, ever – in a million years – let my daughter’s favorite pet be taken from her. “Just…let him know that I’m sympathetic to the idea, okay? And that should it come up in negotiations…” I shrug, “I might be amenable to talks.”“What are you…what are you playing at?” Callie says, the words coming out on the breath of her exhale. “Why do you want him to believe that?”“Because, Cals,” I say, reaching out and putting a hand on my sister’s wrist. “I want peace, and if the Vendans see me as a sympathetic ear on the way to the King, perhaps…I can play a larger role in that peace.”Lies, all of it but…well. My heart sinks when I realize that I’m playing my sister along with the rest of them, but isn’t it worth it, in the end? If I can keep my children safe, get them out of this viper’s nest?“Look at you, Everleigh,” Callie says, laughing a little and
I walk alone into the grand dining room where this evening’s dinner will be held, exhaling a long breath and looking around with interest. The room is already flooded with people – important Alphas with their Lunas on their arms, state officials, advisors. The Vendan officials are here too, obvious in their traditional black and looking for all things like a set of crows scattered around the room.Slowly I walk into the gorgeous room, which is elaborate in all of its white marble and gold accents, built to accommodate about one hundred guests in very fine circumstances. I accept a glass of champagne from a bowing Delta servant and take a stip. Those guests close to me who notice my entrance give me short bows of reverence – those due to a Queen, though of course I haven’t taken up that title yet.Still, in Mahl’s court – with the way he’s already claimed me? It’s as good as done.I step into the room, looking around, wondering how to handle this. Mahl is, of course, on his dais, where
I step inside the tiny garden nook that’s lit only by firefly glow, admiring the white roses that climb all over the walls. I lower my face to a bloom, admiring its thick spicy scent, completely distracted as my fingers drift over the silky petals. So I don’t notice the shadow that blocks my only exit until I hear his growl behind me. I twist, surprised – And my stomach drops when I see the gigantic Alpha standing a few feet away. Six and a half feet tall, he’s built like he’s made from granite, with wide, muscular shoulders above a powerful form. The beauty of his brutal face is marred by a scar that passes through his left eyebrow, continuing down his cheek to disappear into his thick beard. That flaw in no way takes away from the raw power emanating from this Alpha, who is as much beast as he is man. He levels a dangerous glare at me, prowling forward into the light that glints off of the finely wrought golden crown that sits on his head, tangling in the wild hair that falls to
I step forward to the crystal doors to the palace, nodding to the Gamma who announces, quite grandly, at the top of his lungs: “MAY I PRESENT, THE CELESTIAL EVERLEIGH DE SILVA.” The Celestial Entrance to the palace is beautifully structured for moments just like this. It’s a long walk up the marble stairs outside, but the climb allows you to enter the ballroom at the top of a sweeping staircase that overlooks the sunken ballroom beneath. You have two choices once you’re announced. You can either hurry to the left and lose yourself in the crowded balcony that rings the dance floor, or, as most choose, you can walk slowly down the long marble staircase, letting everyone get a good look at you as you descend. The staircase is a gift, really, to women who are seeking Alpha husbands, as every Celestial has a chance to shine like a jewel. This staircase is the whole reason why Celestials have a separate entrance from the Alpha men: so that prospective husbands can take their time survey
My legs propel me further into the maze of hedges and plants, my breath tearing at my lungs as I flee from the Alpha chasing me – a man so powerful he could tear me limb from limb with his hands alone - I hear laughter as he draws near – which just makes me gasp for more air, makes me push harder. But a touch on my back, then a brush of his hand against the bare skin above my dress – I give a little shriek as I feel him gaining on me, and I drive myself to a final burst of speed – But it’s a wasted effort. His body slams into mine. A scream rips from me as I feel myself falling, raising my arms to protect my head, my body going rigid in anticipation – But the King wraps his arms around me as I fall, twisting in the air so that I land hard his own flesh instead of the sharp gravel of the path. He’s laughing, then, a cruel, joyful, hungry laugh that reignites my fear. As soon as I realize that I’m unharmed, I rip at the arms that hold me to him, trying to free myself – “Oh, no,” h
All around us, Alphas and their Lunas raise their goblets, cheering. I stand stone-faced, staring out at all of them as the King holds me close to his side, an arm around my waist. No one mentions the rips and dirt stains at the hem and back of my dress, or comments on my shocked pallor. They ascribe both, I assume, to the passion of the King – after all, we wolves are not prudes – and the shock of being chosen as his new Luna, the future Queen. The King takes a swig of wine from the goblet in his hand, looking down at me. “Drink, wife!” he demands with a laugh, his voice booming. I look up at him and do as I’m told, bringing my own goblet to my lips and taking a sip of the rich red liquid. The King takes a step away from me as I drink – just a step – distracted by one of his favorite courtiers. The wine is delicious, but I barely notice it as I look anxiously out into the crowd, hoping to spy my sister – even my mother – But suddenly, I feel my face go pale as a tall figure walks
Auden frowns at the plate of dinner in front of him, not touching it. He glances at his father a few seats away from him, eating lustily and laughing with the pack of Alpha Lords who have come to celebrate the selection of his bride. Every few minutes the King glances at the doors to the great hall, waiting for her to come through them. But Auden knows that something is off. As he sits watching his father watch the door, Auden taps the table with his forefinger, thinking it through. Something, in his gut, rings wrong about the situation. And it all starts with that girl. Everleigh. Celestial of the De Silva pack. Eldest daughter, but not Selene, a little piece of gossip he’d picked up in conversation this evening after she inexplicably left the ball with her sister, wanting “a moment” that has now stretched into an hour. According to gossip, Everleigh had given up her position as Selene of her pack in favor of her younger sister years ago. An almost unheard-of choice, for an elder