Charlie's P.O.V. My fur did little to keep me warm that night. I had been expecting it to be chilly without a tent or a blanket, and it was. But the way my body shook was more than just from the weather. I felt like I was going through withdrawal. Damien let out a low whine before moving to my sid
My body ached as I worked up to a run. The stiff joints and muscles from sleeping on the ground took several minutes to work out and loosen up. Yet, the pain inside my chest didn't go away. With each step away from Damien, it got worse. I knew I was doing the right thing but wasn't happy about it.
I snorted in his direction before struggling to get the bag off my back and over my head. Heath was no help. He watched in amusement as I freed myself but turned away respectfully as I quickly pulled on the one outfit I had refused to wear unless needed. The top was a beautiful green, designed by t
Damien's P.O.V. It all made sense now... the comments Charlotte made about people wanting to manipulate and use her, the towns going wild with excitement or anger when people recognized her, and needing to use a different name. Even the way she carried herself, so confident and poised. She had the
Charlotte could have anyone in the world, and I knew she should mate a nobleman and produce strong lycan babies like her people expected. Not hybrids who could end up being either a wolf or a bear. Still, the selfish part of me demanded that she return home so I could fill her with my babies and we
I loathed that I had used my dislike for them as one of the reasons not to give Charlotte a chance when we first met. "Charlotte is not a toy, and I warn you now, Mother. You need to decide what is more important to you, having me in your life or holding onto your hatred for a species you never eve
Charlie's P.O.V.Heath promised to stop by another day with his mate, Aria, to catch up after I had a chance to settle in. But by the way that heads bowed when someone spotted us sneaking around buildings to get to the closest inn, I knew it was only a matter of time before Killian would hear of my
It was time to return as the princess, and washing away my current life to fit into the too-small shoes forced on me was the first step. As I pulled on the last fresh pair of clothes from my bag, I had to resist the urge to flop face-first down on the bed and sleep the day away. Instead, I cracked