“Get back here, fucking bitch breeder!” Opal is shouting, and I can feel the reverberation of their footsteps off of the sidewalk as they fly toward me. I am fast. I am not that fast. I see the castle in front of me and know it will take me a moment to get up the steps and through that door. Even
Emory My head is aching, and my shin is throbbing, but when I look up to see King Kane standing near the side of my bed, it’s like all of the aches dissipate, and the only thing that matters now is him. I start to sit up, but he stops me with a motion of his hand. Helga and Nellie are gone, and it
“Emory?” The sound of my name on his lips does nothing to dislodge the distraction I am caught in. He lifts his other hand so that one finger is beneath my chin, and he pulls my eyes back to meet his face. When his hand leaves my skin, I can breathe again, and my hand slips away from his arm. “Actua
Emory Kane’s mouth is smooth and warm as his lips move against mine. Once again, I’m surprised that they’re not cold, but the longer he holds himself against me, the more those thoughts fade from my mind, and all I can think about is how badly I want this man who is touching me in a more intimate w
And he didn’t have to. “What about that man from the meeting yesterday?” he asks, changing the subject on me so abruptly, I’m not sure who he’s speaking of. I stare at him, unblinking. “The tall one who was standing behind you.” “Oh. Darius,” I say with a nod. “He’s my Beta. Will be my Beta. Was s
Kane Kissing Emory was likely a mistake, but as I rush down the hall to the room where my brother, Prince Jacob, all of Opaline’s consorts, and the princess herself are awaiting my arrival, I can’t say that I regret my actions. The warmth of her lips lingers on mine, and I can still taste her on my
“Why did Emory feel the need to throw her shoes at you to begin with?” I have to ask, though I already know the answer. “Because she’s a horrid bitch!” Opal proclaims, turning in her chair to completely face me now. “She’s a monster! We were just walking by, minding our own business, and she leaped
“Fine!” Opal stands up in protest, flipping her skirts around wildly. “Is there anything else?” “No, you may go.” I am calm again, and as she files out, muttering under her breath that it’s not fair that she got in trouble for something that “awful bitch” started, I am rethinking most aspects of my