*Rafe*I am hit from behind by what feels like a ton of bricks. I go flying face first into the dirt and roll onto my back just in time to see a hybrid in Tormentian colors descend on top of me, snapping for my throat.“Shit!” I didn’t even hear him coming, and i didn’t have anyone behind me to shout out a warning.I grab the hybrid by the throat just as he is abut to bite into my neck, stopping him a hairsbreadth from my flesh.“Ding, ding, I found a king,” the hybrid, who is mostly in his vampire form but has the claws and paws of a wolf shifter, sing-songs while I push him back. He swipes my arm with his claws, and I grunt and drop my arm.“Aw, did that hurt?” the hybrid giggles.I’m not sure he’s entirely sane. “Fuck you,” I growl, squeezing his throat again and ignoring the pain. I push him off me and jump to my feet. He’s up in a moment, staring me down. There’s something more to his claws than just pointiness. I think they may be dipped in some sort of poison. As we circle eac
*Ainslee*My body slams into the ginormous hybrid standing over Rafe, knocking him sideways. I shake myself, and so does the other wolf, both of us feeling that one.The gray wolf then rounds on me and lets out a spine-tingling howl.“Oh dear,” the vampire on the ground who is missing an arm says. “You’ve upset Randall.”Randall? Well ‘Randall’ was about to kill my mate. I’m not really sorry for upsetting Randall.‘You will be sorry, bitch,’ Randall inserts in my mind.I am a Luna Queen, so I suppose I can mind-link with just about everyone, whether I want to or not. I don’t think I’m broadcasting again, though. No one else seems to be paying us any mind.‘I’m an Alpha, you waste of space,’ Randall snaps. ‘I’m going to END you!’“Randall, she’s a woman. Really, do you think you ought to be fighting her?” the vampire on the ground complains as we circle each other.Randall growls low in his throat.“I guess you do think so,” the vampire says.‘Ainslee, get out of here!’ Rafe yells in m
*Ainslee*The dining hall is packed with Alphas and nobles. Food has been donated from villagers and pillaged from Tormentian tents. Farmers at the edges of the city have even slaughtered pigs and cows for the occasion, and troops who are still healthy have donated their blood to spare the tired feeders.Karl is in fine form, telling the tale of our epic battle with the cowardly Tormentians. He is seated next to Princess Sophia and keeps sending warm glances her way. For her part, Sophia is blushing in a girlish way I never expected from her.I wonder if the ties between Warfang and Shadowglade are about to become even tighter.Rafe holds my hand the entire feast, making it difficult for me to cut my meat. But I don’t mind. I’m happy we’re connected and able to spend at least one stress-free moment together.Karl stands suddenly and raises his goblet of wine. “I would like to make a toast.”The chattering dies down.“To our alliance with Shadowglade. May it last for centuries,” Karl s
*Ainslee*Rafe lowers his hand as far as can still be considered decent onto the small of my back and holds me closer as a second song begins. Tipsy troops are singing along, and couples dancing surround the tall bonfire in the courtyard.This song is faster, not the slow one they were playing before for the lovers, but Rafe doesn’t seem to care. He keeps swaying us around at an unhurried pace.“Have we made enough of an appearance yet?” he asks after the third song dies down.“Yes, probably,” I say. “But we still have a little problem.” I glance down.“What are you calling ‘little’?” Rafe protests.I swallow. “Certainly nothing I feel pricking me.”“That’s right.” Rafe moves so I’m between him and the fire, and we slip off into the garden a bit so that we are alone. No one can see when Rafe takes my hand and cups it around his trouser-covered dick. “Solve the problem,” he says, daring me with a raised eyebrow.“Here?!” I gasp, looking around. I can still see people in the distance.
*Riley*I step over the bodies of the two guards who were stationed outside the door to my rooms, not looking at either. I don’t care to look. Not because it’s gross but because I don’t care at all.If they wanted to live, they shouldn’t have been keeping me a prisoner in my own castle.My castle.“Your Majesty, this way,” my faithful maid, Alexandra, says. She still has blood on her hands.I curl my lip in distaste, but I follow her just the same.Festivities below echo throughout the nearly-deserted rest of the castle. Alexandra has found a route out, and that’s what matters.Idiots. Thinking I’d just sit there like a good little princess while this grand opportunity presented itself.“The east garden door is no longer guarded, Princess,” Alexandra tells me. “I’ve made sure of it.”More blood. Oh well. It’s on her hands, not mine. “Excellent work, Alexandra.”Alexandra curtsies. “I wish you well on your long journey. I will never tell them where you have gone, Your Majesty.”I smile
*Geoffrey*I cough as dust swirls up from sweeping the front step of the bakery. The smell of bread wafts out through the door, and my stomach grumbles. But I will only get a stale crust of three-day-old bread if I do a good job today.Yesterday, I did not get any bread.It wasn’t my fault. A merchant’s daughter scuffed mud on the steps just as I finished cleaning them. The baker came out, saw the mud, beat me, and sent me away.I’ve promised to do a better job today.I scrub the broom around the edges of the steps and in the cracks with all my might.It’s cold in Lycan’s Howl, a town very far to the north in the Rallegrad Kingdom. It’s colder still because it’s winter, and I have only the threadbare shirt and pants I’m wearing now. I have no jacket. I have no shoes. Both of these are luxuries I cannot afford.Tonight, if I am lucky, the other raggedy people who live on the streets will allow me to share their fire for a few moments. But as a half-breed lycan/vampire, it is unlikely.
*Ainslee*“Rafe, that tickles!” I giggle as Rafe kisses up the inside of my leg.He grins against my skin and licks a sensitive spot on my thigh.“Oh, Goddess, Rafe, don’t tease me,” I whimper when he kisses higher, his breath feathering over my mound.Just when I’m certain he is going to have mercy on me and pleasure me with his tongue, a loud squall rends the air.We both groan.“Coming, Drake!” I call. I scoot up the bed so I can swing my legs over as Rafe sits up and pulls on his black silk robe.“Drake, you’re giving Daddy blue balls,” he complains, and I swat him.“You can’t say things like that! What if he understands you?” I hiss.He snorts. “He’s six months old. What’s he going to understand? He doesn’t even have all his teeth yet.”“Yes, well, thanks to Daddy, he has two pointy little fangs that are extra fun when breastfeeding,” I grumble as I pull on my own white silk robe.The door is open into the next room, and Rafe and I walk through it to see our little half vampire/h
*Geoffrey*I wake up in a room richer and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen in my life. There are gold accents everywhere, and I think it’s real gold. The bed is soft, like lying on a cloud.Though I’m not sure I am well enough to sit up, I can see through a side door there is a real bathroom with spigots for running water.In Lycan’s Howl, running water doesn’t exist, not even for the mayor.I wonder if I’m in good enough condition to drag myself into the tub. If I am quiet, maybe the people here won’t know I’m desecrating the bathtub by bathing in it.I’m just about to try when I hear a loud knock.“H-Hello?” I breathe.Double doors open, and a woman with a basin and towel walks in.“Your Royal Highness,” she says. “I’ve come to see to your wounds.”What? Who is ‘Your Royal Highness?’ She can’t possibly think it’s me.But by the way that she is deferring to me, I know she does think I am some highborn person. There must be some mistake. Or I’m dreaming. Or the hunger finally caught
*Ainslee*Sophia and Karl kiss, and the ceremony is over in a cacophony of cheers.The High Priestess sets the goblet of blood Karl had grudgingly shared with Sophia back on the altar, and the king waves at the crowd to be silent. “I know you are all excited to begin your celebrations. But we would also like to thank the Moon Goddess for the miracle of Paisley Poe’s birth.”Rafe squeezes my hand and waves while I hold Paisley against my chest.“And for the fruitful union of Marcus and Lucia Lightfoot,” the king continues. It’s kind of him to do this during his wedding ceremony.Lucia blushes, and Marcus pats her belly fondly.“And, let us not forget, Zeke and Annamarie Winters, who were unable to join us today, but I hear are expecting a beautiful baby themselves,” Karl concludes.Everyone claps.“Now, you may all adjourn to your celebrations.” The High Priestess waves us all off.Karl kisses Sophia passionately, and they walk hand-in-hand down the aisle.“Were we that cute when we we
*Ainslee*Drake blinks down at Paisley, who is nestled in my arms.Rafe holds him just close enough to get a good look at her but not close enough to reach her nose, which he is trying to grab anyway.“This is your sister,” he says to Drake, pointing a finger. “You’re going to torment each other terribly.”I laugh. “Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad.”“It sure will be. Siblings this close in age are notorious for tormenting each other. Didn’t you see it with Brock and Sinead?” he asks, referring to my half-siblings.I think for a moment then grimace. “Yes, they do torment each other quite a lot.”“Exactly. They’ll fight over toys and chase each other around. It’s going to be chaos,” he says.“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now,” I remind him. “They’re both here, and we adore them.”He chuckles and kisses each little head, then kisses me on the mouth. “It will be the best kind of chaos.”Drake gets a hold of Paisley’s nose and our little girl squawks in protest.Rafe grins. “
*Rafe*The ride home gives me a mix of elation and sorrow. Being by Ainslee’s side in the carriage with our son on her lap makes me feel complete, and Ainslee’s family was so happy to get to spend a few days with her and the baby before we left for home. We’re met along the way by my people celebrating our victory and sharing our joy, but among those are those who have lost so much.We stop the carriage when we notice a young girl crying as she is comforted by a woman whom I learn is her aunt. She explains that the girl’s home is in the north and was destroyed in the carnage. Her parents were killed, leaving her with nothing.“I think the gods that she was staying with us,” the woman tells me.Ainslee speaks to her while I pull Zeke aside. “Ensure this family is taken care of.”He nods with understanding. Anger churns inside me at this encounter and dozens more like it along the trip. It makes it that much easier to deal with the evil men responsible upon return.The day after our ret
*Ainslee*“Why does it still hurt?” I ask after we’ve been holding each other for a while. This is the second thing I ask Rafe after I demand to know where Drake is. While I’m aching to see my baby, Rafe explains to me that he’s the only reason my father is allowing us to be together, so I’ll have to be patient a bit longer. Just knowing that he’s safe and near me is a comfort.“Maybe because we were separated for so long,” Rafe replies. He strokes my cheek. “But I have an idea of how to make it better.”I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m sure you do.”“Honest. It’s not about sex, it’s about reuniting,” he tells me.“Hmm.” I wonder if either of us have the energy for sex.“It’s worth a try,” he says.“All right,” I agree. I sit up with some effort, and he scoots out of bed to start taking off his clothes.When he looks over at me, he blinks. “I didn’t realize you were in full ballroom attire.”“This was for the mating ceremony that was supposed to happen yesterday,” I explain.His eyes n
*Rafe*“Are you ready?” Percival asks.The man looks ragged. Whatever he does to make sure I don’t keel over is really taking its toll. For that reason alone, I need to make sure Howard sees the light. I’m afraid Percival is going to die instead of me.“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I admit. I step out of the carriage as it rolls to a stop in front of Howard’s very luxurious looking home.Karl is there to greet me with a wide smile and a warm arm clasp. “Rafe. You look like shit.”“Thanks,” I reply with a laugh. “You look great.”Howard stands off to the side, eyeing me contemptuously.We are already off to a bad start, it would seem. “Alpha King Howard,” I say with a slight nod.“King Rafe.” He responds coolly. “Shall we retire to the conference room? It seems we have a lot to discuss.”“Where is Ainslee?” I ask.“In her bedroom. Lying down. I didn’t think she needed to be here for this,” he replies.My heart thumps in my chest, screaming to tear past the two Alpha Kings and find he
The wind swirls the skirt of the emerald dress around my ankles as I walk to the temple with Lucia at my side. She is somber and silent. I think she has finally accepted the inevitable. Rafe isn’t here, and my father will have his way.Marcus stands at the door of the temple, looking just as somber as Lucia. He is wearing Longclaw black and silver and looks quite nice in it. It should be Lucia approaching him now in a dress suited to her. But instead, it’s me, and my father, standing at the other side of the door, is the only one who looks happy about it.“You don’t have to be here, Lucia,” I whisper to her. “This is going to be terribly difficult for you.”She squares her shoulders. “I would walk through fire for you. Do you not remember the temple where you saved me? I know it’s been a long time, but you hid me in a spot just like that one over there.” She points to a little area near the back of the building where there’s a statue of the Moon Goddess that sort of reminds me of the
*Ainslee*I sleep more now. Lucia is concerned, as is Marcus, but my father is convinced once I marry Marcus, all of this will change. I know it won’t.The ceremony is tomorrow. I know I have to go through with it. I don’t want more people of Shadowglade or of Longclaw to die. This constant war business has to end.I’m glad that my mother hasn’t seen me since my illness worsened. She’s been so busy helping with the troops. I don’t want her to see me like this. Only now I realized that on the same occasions that she visited since I’ve been here, my father found excuses to be away. He’d insisted that he felt no pain since she’d remarried, and I wonder if his brain injury had some effect on the severed mate bond.I’m staring at my canopy again when Lucia comes in with tea. “This is chamomile,” she says, helping me sit up and then pressing the teacup into my hands. “It should help your stomach and settle your nerves.”I look at her, and my heart sinks. “I’m sorry, Lucia. I promise, I won’
*Geoffrey*Boris tells me we are within a day and a half of Shadowmanor Castle when we meet a real force to stop us. Soldiers in three different liveries come up over a hill as we are marching through a valley. They are very angry, and we are in a bad position, not having the high ground.“Why are there Longclaw and Warfang uniforms among them?” I ask Boris who, thus far, has kept me off the battlefield.“I guess because they’re fighting with the Shadowglade forces,” he replies as though I’m stupid.“If we’re liberating Shadowglade, why would the wolf shifters join forces with Shadowglade’s soldiers?” I ask, confused.Boris looks at the armies bearing down on us, looks at me, then laughs. “Oh, boy, King Maximus said you’d be easy to manipulate, but you really are an idiot. We’re not ‘liberating’ anybody. We’re taking Shadowglade by force.”My blood runs cold. “We’re the aggressors?” I gape.He pats me on the shoulder. “Welcome to reality, Your Majesty. Shadowglade is actually well kno
*Rafe*Zeke, Percival, and I lean over my desk in my office, looking at the new numbers. “I think you should also push into Tormentia,” Percival says.“You just want King Dartmoth Croft to get it right up the ass,” Zeke snorts.“Why not? He deserves it,” Percival replies.“I’ll have the army push forward into Tormentia,” I agree. “King Dartmoth doesn’t deserve to be responsible for a pet rock, much less an entire people. Reports say soldiers’ families are being threatened. I’d like to take that off their chests so they might surrender instead of fighting for a king who abuses his power.” I rub my chest.Percival puts his hand over my heart again, and the warmth spreads, taking away most of the terrible pain. But I can see it costs him as his shoulders droop when he finishes.“Thank you,” I say. “Really. I know whatever you’re doing isn’t easy on you.”“I’d rather have my king fighting fit and take a few more naps than have you curled in agony on the floor while Zeke and I try to strat