As we drove back, Arthur was kind enough to remove the ropes from my wrists. As he did, I wondered, was Arthur good for me or did he hurt me too much? Were his erratic spurts of interest worth the stinging agony when he turned his back on me over and over? Never had anyone forced me to contend with so many competing emotions at once. Fear and pleasure, pain and...love. But would I have been better off if I'd never known it? If I had never met him, I’d be free from repeated hot and cold treatment. Then again, I'd never know what it was like to creep out of the cold recesses of my existence and be thawed by the burning, brilliant sun. But were those warm times enough to push me through the pain of having to freeze again?The thing is, each time he was kind, it made me closer to him and each time he let me down, it hurt more. But I was expecting both now. Did that put me in a better position? I had to admit to myself that there were times I was dying for those moments
Ophelia’s POVEven after Arthur saved me from the kidnapper followed by his unexpected forceful affection, I still couldn't shake off the fact that he wanted to kill me. I had to talk to someone about it. Anthony and I struck up a conversation and I finally dared to bring the subject up."Anthony, I have to confess something to you," I said. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.” He pointed to a nearby couch, and we sat together. "I heard you and Arthur talking about sacrificing me. As in killing me.""You must have misheard.""No offense but why should I believe you about any of this?" I asked, tossing my hands out. "Arthur wouldn't hurt you.""I'm not so sure." Anthony sighed in resignation. "I know how private Arthur is but let me tell you a little bit about him," he said.I slid closer to him on the couch so he could speak more quietly. "Please, go on. I'm all ears," I answered. "When Arthur was a pup, he witnessed his father being killed
After Arthur left, I let out a long exhale. I knew I had been quite dismissive toward him but that was my goal. Hopefully, he didn’t catch on that I was feeling suspicious of him. Ultimately, I couldn't waste my energy worrying about what he wanted. All that I knew was I'd never been sad to leave a room. As I walked past the front door, I noticed something out of place. Catherine's tan coat was hanging up on a hook, nestled between a few others. Carefully, I snuck a check and noticed it was an envelope I recognized. It couldn't be. Was she really that tactless? The answer to my question was yes. She had brought the euthanasia agreement with her. How despicable! Was she planning on twisting my arm to sign it tonight? It wasn't enough for her to have an engagement party for her and Arthur. She needed to know I was going to die too. Her spite never ceased to amaze me. Snatching it out of her coat, I stuffed it inside my shirt. I tried to stifle my shaking as I
Arthur had promised me that we would go shopping for baby supplies together. When he had first mentioned the idea, my heart had soared with hope and longing. Was he, perhaps, beginning to think of us as a team? It was far too much to hope for that Arthur would ever consider me as a mate. He didn't seem to want one in any case, and even if he did, I certainly didn't have the noble bloodline that such a position would require of me. To think it, even for a moment, was heartbreakingly dangerous, and I shook my head to clear it. No, the best I could possibly hope for was that of his ally. Pack member. At this point, even, 'person I don't want to kill' would be sufficient. Try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about that euthanasia agreement. I knew that Catherine was a liar in general. I just prayed to the goddess that she was also being untruthful in that particular instance. I had absolutely no intention of dying for love. Not ever. But especially not when the person i
I went back to my cottage, thoughts of Arthur pounding in my brain as I watched the torrential rain outside my window. It was a gloomy night, and every flash of lightning made me shiver in the darkness. I felt more alone than ever. I had frequently been alone when I was with my former pack. But that was a state of being that had grown used to enduring. No one had ever shown me kindness there. I'd never had a friend or even a parent who truly cared about me. As such, I'd grown used to it and had never dared to hope for anything more. There had been a cold comfort in that, in the understanding that this was how things would be for me. My heart had grown cold and closed off to the outside world. I had protected myself, and that shield I had used to keep the world at bay had worked well. I was numb to whatever torments the pack could come up with to hurt me. I was someplace beyond myself, and it had enabled me to survive. But now, ironically, since I had come to know affection,
Ophelia's POVI was rattled by Kingston's harsh words, and my heart pounded in fear at the thought of my pup being in jeopardy. I didn't know who to believe anymore or who to trust. But what I did know was that I would rather die than allow Kingston to know how terrified I felt at that moment. "Thank you for the warning," I replied calmly, using his semi-relaxed grip as an opportunity to extricate myself from his hold. "I will certainly bear it in mind." "See that you do," Kingston replied menacingly, although whether he was angry with Arthur, or for me not immediately agreeing to run away with him, I couldn't say.As I hastened away from him into the relative safety of the kitchen, I couldn't decide what to do. Leave or stay? Run from Arthur or see this through and pray to the Moon Goddess that things worked out for my pup and I. I didn't know what was right anymore. "Ma'am? Would you like a fruit smoothie?" Jezebel, our newest servant asked, startling me out of my r
Arthur's POVI had never trusted Catherine's father, not one bit. Even as a pup, I knew there was more going on behind those steely gray eyes than the old man would ever admit. And getting him to agree to an alliance was never going to be an easy thing, no matter what he said. He was a cunning old fox, no doubt about it. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I needed to properly investigate the situation. This meant getting people involved whose job it was to uncover the truth. And as loyal as Anthony and Jessica might be, they weren't quite at the level that I needed in this particular situation. That's why I contacted Gary Lionheart, the most famous lawyer and private investigator from the Supreme Court. He was the only one I could possibly use to find out what Alpha Romero had to hide. "So you want to dig into this guy's past?" Gary said, eyebrows raised as he regarded the photo of Catherine's father. It had been taken at a charity event for which
Ophelia’s POVAfter a desperate attempt to grasp Arthur's hand, I lost my balance, slipping over the edge. I fell for what felt like forever until I hit the ground with a violent thud, knocking the wind out of me. Panicking, I tried to breathe, but it wouldn't come. Rolling on my back with two tremulous inhales, relief washed over me as my diaphragm relaxed and my lungs expanded with air.Still gasping and coughing, I stared at the cliff I'd just fallen from. It was jagged and several stories high—much steeper than I'd realized. Even if I wanted to—and I didn't—I couldn't make it back up there without some help. This was not a mere tumble down a grassy hill.I rolled to my left side on my stomach preparing to stand. Pressing my palms to the ground, I surveyed the landscape. I had no idea where I was and even if I had, the nighttime torrential downpour was making visibility close to nil.Panting, in a split second I went through my options. Nobody was around for miles,