NeemI place the pineapples in my basket and continue forward in the market. I paste a smile on my face and take small easy steps, blending in with the hundreds of other wolves. Anything so I don’t attract the attention of the myriad king’s soldiers on patrol. A hint of rebellion or trouble-making and these soldiers will sink their claws into you and march you towards the palace. And you bet that would be the last you will be seen. There is nothing like crime in Lyria, we are too ‘civilised’ for that. A pretty coating for the truth. Every crime no matter how petty is punished. Thieves and liars are taken into those mountains, and they are never seen again. “Pretty lady, I have something that will interest you.” The owner of the next stall calls. It’s Melda, the fat she-wolf. She is somewhat of a mystery because werewolves have such a fast metabolism that we burn away any excess fat straight away. But not her. Some people say it is because she used to work in the castle before she w
Celine “You called for me?” I ask, stepping into the meeting room. Lor is there, and so is Tate and his third in command, Ken. “Hello.” “Hello there beautiful.” Tate says. We both look up to see Lor glaring at him and Tate holds up his hands. “Behave Tate.” He says. “What’s wrong?” I ask, looking down at the small map they have rolled out on the table. “A body was found.” Lor says. “Again?!” I say, alarmed. Maybe because I wasn’t paying attention to the case before but it’s been a very short period since they did that to Hart. Was the time between the kills always this short? “Why?” “We don’t know. I hear the male was easy going and unproblematic. He disappeared on their way back from a hunt and wasn’t discovered until after a day after.” “I mean, how could he have been stolen right from under their noses?” I sputter. “It’s a hunt. There must have been at least ten wolves. And not even one of them smelled anything off?” “My thoughts exactly.” Tate mumbles. “Ken, you and
CelineIt physically hurt to be apart from him. All day, his absence yawns wide in my heart and I count the minutes until I can see him again. Emma’s visit yesterday is an unwanted memory plaguing my mind but by the next evening, when I feel weak with longing to see my mate, she is no longer the principal thing on my mind. Finding justice for Emma can wait. I need my mate. I’m talking with the ladies when Ken comes over. My heart leaps and I look behind him, expecting to find him but he’s not there. “Miss Dontellar, If I may have a minute?” He says and I quickly excuse myself, my feet growing wings as I follow him away from the rest. He hands me a paper and a car key. “From the Alpha.” I take it with a grin, grateful for his non-judgemental eyes, not that I would have cared. “He’s back?” “Yes. See you around Miss Dontellar.”“Just Celine.” I say and he smiles. I peel it open to a single description neatly scrawled. ‘The High Noon.” I have no idea where that is. Nessa should. I
Celine“What are you up to?” Nessa pops into my room. She’s one of the people I’m always happy to see. “Just ended a video call with my sister.” I say and her nose wrinkles. “Goddess, how do you tolerate those noisy little traps?” She asks and I shrug. “Skye would not let me leave without one. And it doesn’t really affect me.”“I detest those things. They make me sick.”I put it away sympathetically. It is probably because my wolf is so weak that I can stand it at all, and Skye was sacrificing alot to make sure I’m fine. Wolves cannot normally stand the technology of phones. Cars are just barely tolerated, a sacrifice for the greater good, though most wolves still prefer to run in their primitive forms. “Did you come here to nag?” I ask, teasing her. “Oh hell yes. Come with me.” She says and clutches my arm, dragging me up. “Where are we going?”“Remember I was talking to you about how much I’m bothered that you are lonely when we have so many charming males that could entertain
Celine“Why exactly did you want to grab a drink?” Nessa asks. “It’s not even night yet.”“Not grab a drink. We’re going to get drunk.” I correct. The good waiter delivers my order. Bottles and bottles of Droll beer. Normal beer wouldn’t get me drunk, but this one was mixed with a special poison that affects werewolf system in much the same way beer affects humans, at least for a few hours before our bodies purge it out. I need it. I can’t bear to think straight for the next few hours. “Wanna talk to me about what’s bothering you?” She asks and I shake my head. “Just drink with me.”“Oh well, it’s been a while I did this.” She says and drains her glass. “Damn that hit the spot.”I drain mine too and immediately refill both of our glasses. I won’t feel the effects until my fifth cup at least. “I used to abuse Droll.” I say with a fond smile. “Really?”“Yes. You must have noticed how weak my wolf is. It wasn’t easy, being an alpha’s daughter and being so weak. I used to get picked o
Alpha LorThe change is overtaking my body. My wolf forces its way to the surface, furious that other wolves dared to touch what’s ours. “Not now.” I tell him. “Not while she’s watching.”“Kill them! Maim them! They touched my mate!” He roars in answer. It‘s not helping that I am just as furious. I saw red when I saw her in the middle of the throng of males, their hands touching her, their tongues licking her. I have never known jealousy, but when I saw her there, I was ready to kill for her. The beast and I rose at once, and I would have hunted them down one by own and dismembered them if she didn’t touch me. I still will, but I need her out of my way before I change fully. She must leave or she will be hurt. “Run.” I grit out through clenched teeth. She looks shocked, eyes scanning my form for any traces of the man she knows. I’m no longer here. All week I have tamped down my primitive self for her sake, but seeing her today, the shackles on my beast are snapping loose. I must
CelineHe is insatiable. I am insatiable. Our needs come together beneath the moon and spirals out of control. His cock is pushing into me from behind now, his claws drawing blood from the cheeks of my ass as he sits himself to the hilt. The pain blends with the pleasure and the sex is tearing me apart. My hands are everywhere, on the insides of his thigh, over his hard sensitive nipples, digging into his back, and his cock drags sounds from my throat that I didn’t know I was capable of making. It is too much for me to handle, and yet not enough at all. One climax blends into another until we are just a writhing mass of limbs and tongues, seeking and taking pleasure. He pulls out of me and I moan in protest. But then he flips me to my back and is pushing into me again and I sigh. Yes. We climax together, his growls harsh as his hips pump fast and hard, faster and faster inside of me. And yet when he pulls out, I protest. He is right there with me, pushing me against a tree as he ho
Celine“Female.” The hanging male hisses. “You’re...” I trail off. Alive is not it. They are immortals. “Sane? Conscious? I’m both.” He says with a hint of sarcasm. I’ve not recovered from my shock. The sight of him, and all of the others bothers me on a visceral level. “Why are you down here? Who did this to you?”Goddess don’t let it be Lor, anybody but Lor. “The demon wolf.” The male hisses and my eyes close as my worst fear is confirmed. When I open my eyes, his are on me, studying me the same way I studied him. He does not seem to mind that he is hanging upside down at all, somehow pulling off a casual look as if we met at the park. “Explain.” I grit out. His eyes narrow on me but he knows he is at a great disadvantage and obliges. “Well, Princess, it is exactly as you imagine. Every once in a while, the demon wolf comes down here and when he does blood flows and screams ring. He tortures us in ways that even immortals can’t imagine, and he revels in it.”“No way.” I whisp