It's not like I'm directly disobeying Luna Helena's orders. I'll be keeping an eye out for this scarred psycho but starting as far as possible from White Forest. Twenty minutes after starting the bike I had my confidence but found myself heading south as fast as possible without stopping except for fuel. It was like an out of body experience, the route, the direction, everything just seemed right so I went with it, chasing the horizon.
My conscience continuously gnawed at me, if I was to find this man surely I needed to be stopping in villages, taverns and asking some questions. The newfound taste of freedom was too sweet to give up though. As soon as the sun rose my escape would be known and my grey eyes and short dark hair would be distinctive enough for people to claim a reward on my head.So I rode. The sun shone and the nights were mellow, warm enough to sleep outdoors after all day tearing through the countryside. With the supplies in my bag, I could av"I swear this is the last time I'm rescuing you." That gruff, deep voice stirred me back into life. My eyes flitted open, gaining awareness of my surroundings. We were further up the track, where my bike had come to its sorry end. Thankfully the bag had stayed attached and sealed. I thanked my lucky stars that the forest floor wasn't covered in shiny gold coins. Given this guy's attitude, he could probably have just slit my throat on the roadside and taken the money. "You don't need to scowl at me, I saved your life," he snapped. "I'm not scowling," I snapped back. A few seconds later my conscience kicked in"...thank you for helping me. I'm just struggling to come around that's all." "Surely your shifter healing has taken care of the crash by now?" he quickly asked, staring intensely at me now as though he had found a new toy. Shit, I don't want him realising I've lost my world. To buy some thinking time I raised myself to
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon before my guide threw my leather coat at me and said, "get ready to leave." Maintaining my vow of silence I merely nodded and set about brushing my teeth, visiting the toilet as privately as possible and changing my clothes. Honestly, a few more days of this and the genuine issue of getting some washing done or buying new underwear was going to come up and I have no idea how to bring that up with my giant companion. Sullenly he waited for me at the bottom of the crag, rubbing his neck and tapping his feet. If he had a watch he would have been freaking out at it I'm sure. Tempting as it was to go slow and really wind him up I didn't trust him not to set off without me. Finally ready I hauled the heavy duffel bag down the hillside with me and dropped it at the feet in a cloud of dust. He wore the same long brown camouflage trousers, and a dark green t-shirt today. His huge shoulders and arms were barely contained by th
I got up from around the boulder and tried to ignore his stare. Placing the bag with the remaining food on my shoulders I started down the road. "Hey, you need me, remember?” I kept on walking, my feet loudly crunching the stones underneath whilst my heart pounded with indecision. “Answer me, or we part ways now." he called out. His voice was calm and measured and sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I care so much what this man, or anyone else thought of me, so weak? What if knowing I'm a horrendous criminal makes him change the deal, or leaves me alone penniless and vulnerable out in the wilderness? I do need him, and in fairness, he didn't offer me up the guards. I placed my hands on my templates and let out a sigh and began running my hands through my hair. "Can we walk and talk? I don't want to feel you watching me while I explain." He raised a curious eyebrow but nodded, picked up the other bags and caught me up down
As the miles trickled by, I passed the time by casting my mind back to the past for reassurance. I played out what Bram would have told this guy. A guy whose name I still didn't know. Bram would totally have told him to shove it and headed off on his own. He'd have flared up and got angry. He could be so wild when in a rage, not that I ever saw that before my crime. After Luna Grace his wolf was severely weakened but his temper wasn't. I often wondered if the love and adoration that Bram offered me was more from his wolf than him sometimes. Perhaps my Gitte and his wolf were the true love match I thought sadly, tripping up over stones in the road as my melancholy took over my concentration. "You do that a lot," he gruffly interrupted, and I realised he had been watching me. "What?" "Disappear into a trance. Thinking of better times?" "Something like that," I answered haltingly. My stomach clenched at the thought of having t
Ivan and Azalea are back. I knew it was coming, it’s been stressing me out but there is nothing I can do now. I just have to hope Azalea doesn’t calculate I'm having more visions. As far as possible without being obvious, I need to keep her out of my way. At least I finally have a reason to enjoy all those administrative meetings.I silently watched them arriving from out of the library window. They practically bounced out of their jeep, hand in hand as euphoric as a freshly mated couple should be. Ivan seemed a whole new man, a smile permanently plastered to his face which made my heart warm.Then I observed Azalea slyly checking upwards along the castle walls. She was trying to see if I was at my suite window looking out for her. I was watching, but I’d chosen another room on purpose.So she wasn’t completely focused on Ivan, Fyre growled. She is trying to spot you, she's got something on her mind for sure.
“Azalea told me over a mind-link. She had just mated with Ivan, and everything was so happy. Then your father collapsed, and she bragged to me about what she had done.” “But why didn’t you tell me?” he urged, the emotion clear in his voice, despite his calm face. “Because it was too much, you had only just come back into Royal life, every time I tried to find a chance to tell you in weeks after was impossible. You were grieving and in pain yet trying to organise a funeral and a coronation…I just wanted to take care of you.”“I would have had her on the East Wall that same night,” he uttered darkly. “I know, but that won’t stop Alpha Francis. With her alive at least we know the vessel he is using to try and get to us.” “Is this why you insisted Ivan was sent to Five Lakes, to get rid of Azalea?” “Yes,” I answered guiltily, forcing my eyes up to meet his though my vision was blurred with tears. “I thought if she was out of the way I could come up
I woke up in a panic, my dreams had turned from Bram deliciously kissing me on a bed, caressing my skin, slowly pushing down the straps of my top, to me suddenly dropping into a black, never ending hole. It was one of those dreams where you wake with a thud in your bed and your heart pounding. In my case, I headbutted a log as I juddered back into life. I groaned loudly in pain and rubbed my head, trying to work out what kind of time it must be. The fire Lucien lit had almost died out, probably for the best. We don’t need it in the morning, and it would only draw attention to our camping position if I rebuilt up to a blazing cosy warmth. Sitting up whilst the pain in my head throbbed away, I brought up my knees and hugged them close to me. I didn’t enjoy dreams involving Bram anymore, too often they turned mean. When it was my own imagination, my daydream I got to pick the memories to dwell. When asleep, my deepest memories seemed to unfold from hidden recess
If Lucien knew anything about my messing with him during the night, he didn't let on at all. I noticed him being slightly less flinty than normal as we started another day's trek. As per his instructions, I waited patiently behind a pile of craggy boulders for an hour on the outskirts of a town for him to return with food. Just as I started to panic that he had abandoned me completely I heard that familiar sound of his heavy boots on gravel. We had walked together so much I knew his footsteps as uniquely as his voice. It was strange to feel my spirits lift at the sound of someone's boots. Probably because I was so pleased, he hadn’t run off and left me, which made me feel guilty, after all, he had committed to the journey even after knowing he was the one wanted in Silver City. All they wanted from me was my head on a stick. We feasted once more on rich cheeses, meats, and milk. The strength returning to my body after so long on reduced food made me feel unus
FOUR YEARS LATERThe softly lapping river is a constant source of joy. It gives the small family within all they need. Fresh drinking water cleans their clothes and bodies. Little Zena, a black-haired bundle of energy loves creating boats out of anything she can get her hands on, green eyes with a cat-like tilt sparkling as she works.Her little brother Finn is more reserved, he can spend hours laid beside the river, the gentle sounds of the brook helping his imagination wander into the far-off lands of adventure he hears his parents talking about.Their parents were doting and kind. At night they would pack them into their big, shared bed, the duck feather mattresses and pillow cushioning them softly, and tell them tales of daring adventures. How on their motorcycles they had travelled hundreds of miles to the very
The familiar little cottage with the bent chimney soon came into view. My stomach churned but I tried to clamp down on my worries for Lucien. He knew what he was doing, my sending him waves of panic was hardly going to help.We pulled up outside the cottage and he sat for a minute with his head down breathing deeply. Hopping off the bike and taking my helmet off I slowly wandered down the crooked path towards the door. I had last knocked on this door living under Bram’s shadow, Gitte hiding in the wings. Padgett and whatever it was she could do was our best chance at getting some closure on the pain Lucien was suffering.The door slowly opened, and that familiar face reappeared. The chunky, clanging jewellery and grey eyes were the same. Her Wispy auburn hair scattered around her face like a misshapen crown and if anything she had become even plumper. She
Marked. Finally I had everything I ever wanted.Lucien's eyes went to the sky as he struggled to contain his pleasure. The base of his cock had swollen like a plug clamping us together. Every tiny movement rubbed my clit against it.After all the pleasure he had given me the tables were suddenly turned. Now knotted he was the one who could be pleasured no end. His eyes shot to mine as I rocked my hips. I think he thought I'd have nothing left.To be honest three earth shattering orgasms and I should have been out for the count. But that mark, being given that seemed to be a recharge and now all I wanted was to watch that handsome bastard lose it all over again."Bella," he said in a warning voice."What?" I said innocently, c
I had her right where I wanted her. Naked, the firelight bouncing off her immaculate body and all mine. She fully deserved this, all afternoon my cock had been in agony against the saddle of the bike.I'd sped up, swerved, slowed down to let her overtake me trying to think of anything to get her mind off my dick. The past few days have been unreal. It's a strange sensation allowing all this love and adoration to seep into my bones. She was everything, her grey eyes sparkling and laughing as she whizzed by in the sunshine.But right now, here in the moonlight she was all mine. Her quivering, shaking body was already wracked with pressure. Just my fingers probing inside her gave me fireworks, watching her jerk to my command made my dick twitch harder with every gulp of air she swallowed in.My dick didn't need any mor
Our first job was to get back to the gold. I kind of enjoyed having to live rough on the road again. I really am not made for the high end luxury life in a castle it turns out. The days were long but the views were stunning.Long open roads, winding valleys, lakes and the back of Lucien. I blamed the bikes, the vibration and the pebbly path but really, the reason I joyously leapt onto him and showered him with kisses every time we stopped was because I was that attracted to him.Three days staring at his back on the roads meant I knew the outline of his body better than my own. His soft boyish curls of short brown hair that softened his appearance. The wide, humongously muscled shoulders that looked as though they could rip trees from the ground.The very best thing was pulling up alongside him every so often and ca
My eyes fluttered open after a huge splash of water hit my face.A terrifying thought struck me as I spluttered back into consciousness that I was back in the river and that everything between Lucien and I had been a coma dream. Thankfully the first thing I saw, same as back when he first rescued me were those eyes. Kind, full of love and concern and for the first time, brimming with tears.“Lucien, they said I could go,” I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek softly brushing away his tear.He didn’t say a word, just held me closer to him, squeezing me as though I might fly away if he loosened his grip. “Lucien, we can be together,” I whispered again, this time placing a soft kiss upon his cheek.He stroked my hair softly, although
Beta Jackson was sent on his mission before the sun rose this morning. We had found out their location yesterday to be honest but I pleaded with Alexander to give them one more night.“If had been us, possibly separated forever, what harm would it do?” I had said.“Your faith in them still being there is staggering,” he grunted, kissing me and playing with one of my long brown curls as we sat on the bleachers together once more. We were finding ourselves outside of the castle more frequently.Almost as though the castle had become a place with too many associations, too many awful things had happened. Murder, devastation and plots had spoiled it for a while. Being amongst the gardens, watching the defence training taking place whilst taking deep lungful’s of air, that made us happ
I had imagined every possible scenario for how this meeting would go. I remembered her parents from some of the Full Moon Balls. They were fairly plain but both shared Grace’s pale blue eyes. They had lived in Silver City then, as soon as Grace had been mated to Bram they had been allocated a town house in the centre. Apparently Grace had been a regular visitor to them. I once saw them walking around the market square just outside the castle and felt a wave of guilt. Of course the times she went for these visits were the same times Bram visited me. I often dreamed that Bram encouraged her visits, so desperate to spend time with me, it made me feel special. From my room I could see the castle courtyard and I would watch her head off, blonde hair bouncing and flowing as the crowds gave way for her. It was my prompt to make sure I was ready, knowing any second B
We held hands tightly in silence all the way there. Entwined together like ancient tree branches. There was nothing to say that we hadn't covered last night. It is not a word I use but it was perfect. It made confessing the stains of my life, my savage destruction of my own family feel like it was worth it. Airing out the poison in order to create a clean, fresh start. My mind buzzed with the possibility that perhaps this medicine woman might be the one to finally reconnect me with my family. My mother in particular. I got my greeny eyes from and nothing else. She was a small dark haired woman with a sparkling laugh and a constant need to be in contact. As I told Bella last night you couldn't move in our house, neither me or Felicia without being swept into a cuddle, a squeeze or a hair ruffle by her. I didn't tell Bella that she was exactly the type of