NeemIt wasn’t my intention but I’ve spent more than the initial day in the prince’s room. My shoulder is properly healed but the prince keeps finding excuses to keep me. He has also taken care of his father, keeping the king from asking for me and it is like I relocated to a mini paradise. Life in the castle has never been better. “Clocked!” I say, standing and leaping into the air with a great fist-pump. I upset the table of stone figures of the traditional game called Edge. “Sorry.” I say, laughing and bending to pick the pieces. Yes, my tongue has grown back in his chambers, one of the reasons I’m letting him keep me here with excuses. I can keep my tongue in his chambers and by the indulgent smile on his face, he doesn’t mind me keeping it either. “I‘m shaking with fear.” He drawls. “There’s no way that’s luck.”“Blasphemy!” I gasp. “You aren’t ready for me. I’m coming for your streak.”“I’m impressed.” He says, helping me to put back the pieces. “Nobody has ever beat me in a
NeemThe way his lips make me feel... I shouldn’t feel like that. They move over mine in a featherlight press and I feel it in every part of my body. I’ve been kissed before, but there is something about being kissed by someone so incredibly powerful that sets my senses on fire. It’s the same act, but this is so different from anything I’ve ever felt with Aden. Shit. I pull back suddenly, my drunken stupor breaking and he blinks down at me with the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. “I can’t.” I whisper.His finger traces my bare collarbone and my eyes slide shut with ecstasy.“Can’t you?” He asks. It’s the most sexually forward he has ever been with me and it throws me for a loop. He really looks different tonight, like he might be intoxicated. “If I dip my head between your thighs and part your sex, will I find you dry as parchment?”He knows he won’t. His words incite an answering dribble of sex fluid that makes my thigh clench and chagrined, I reach for the sheets to cover mys
CelineI put on the performance of my life for my father. As nice it would be to run crying daddy and have him rescue me, I know Lor will never let me go willingly. Convincing my father I was fine and would come to him very very soon was the only way to prevent a full-on war between the two men that had become important in my life. I don’t worry so much about Lor but about my family, people from my pack, friends I’ve made here. So I smiled and hid it from my father that I am as good as a captive with Lor watching the entire time. He can go suck a dick as much as I’m concerned. No explanation can undo the unforgivable thing he did under my nose. As my mate, that is the last thing I should be worried about. My trust in him should be complete so I wasn’t flying ahead of myself when I gave him my heart. For whatever reason he crushed my heart with his claws and betrayed my trust, I will make him suffer for it. And he does. Nessa pushes my door open, making an exasperated noise. “Are y
Celine“What’s going on?” I wonder aloud when the pack house is in sighting distance. There are a few people gathered outside the packhouse and there is way too much restless energy ahead. “I have no idea.” Nessa says, not sounding so pleased with the development either. We hurry forward to find wolves from outside the packhouse gathered together and talking excitedly. “Fred.” Nessa says, grabbing the arm of one of the males. “What’s going on? Why are you all out here?”“Haven’t you heard?” He asks jovially and throws his arms around Nessa in a bear hug. “Congratulations! The Luna is pregnant.”What? I can’t have heard him right. The male keeps grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his joy. My head goes silent and his words repeat in my head, again and again on a loop.Pregnant?Nessa has frozen still and she turns back to look at me with a most fearful, piteous face but I don’t think I’ve left the stage of shock. “Are you certain?” She asks but the man does not notice
CelineA werewolf’s pregnancy is a thing of caution. There are laws surrounding pregnancy, rules set down by the goddess that must be adhered to. And so the pack house has been a hive of activity. First of all, no werewolf blessed by the goddess with a pup shall in any way, attempt to harm the baby. Just like it is a general rule that all pups must be protected before their Shifting, an unborn one is even more precious. Bearing life as a werewolf is a covenant between the parents and the goddess and to go against her divinely laid rules is to bring curses onto the pack. A little suspicious, a little superstitious, so did our ancestors think but enough examples have been made in the past for the law to be passed. You bring harm to one of the goddess’ little ones and you might as well have declared war on her yourself. The next one is the one I am determined not to think about. If I do, I will run mad. During the first two weeks of pregnancy, you have sex every day, nearly every hou
LorThe message comes in and I retrieve it. It must be pretty important if Tate had it delivered. Emma is in the bedroom, catching her breath while I lean into the wall of the sitting room and peel the letter open. Hi. It’s me, Celine. I stop reading. The sight of her name punches the breath out of my lungs and I need a second to get it back. Is this her script? It’s scrawling and almost illegible, like a child’s. The surprising script brings a smile to my face instinctively, one that drops when I remember the complicated mess our relationship currently is. I glance back to the bedroom, where Emma will need me any second and I contemplate shelving the letter for later, after this little tryst but my soul starves for anything at all that is her, and if it is letters of ink pressed on parchment that will bring her to me, I’m helpless to take it. I unfold it and read. It’s short, too short. I’m sorry for interrupting you but there is something I must discuss with you. Can you find
NeemAs promised, my duties resume today. The king beckons for me and I go to him, keeping the smile pasted on my face. I kneel in front of him and he lowers his lips to my shoulder. I don’t make a sound when his teeth punctures my skin, deeper than he usually goes, and he gulps my blood. I bear it because I had days without this, thanks to the prince and this is as close to starving as the king gets. The prince sits at his right hand and he stares down at the court with an aloof expression, bored even. On my glance, his gaze shifts to find mine and his eyes are completely unreadable. It’s like a thick curtain has slid over his eyes, shielding the wolf he is when he is not being prince. He looks away without so much as a blink, the shield of formality between us burning more than it should. We assume this role effortlessly in public, that of a regal prince and a mere servant not worth his time and even though I should be used to it, it still hurts. I have to wonder which of them is
CelineIt’s a short way to the kitchen hall, and everyone is conspicuously absent. Strange, because the pack house has been extraordinarily busy since Emma got pregnant.We are bursting full of gifts, the joy of the Blood-bound pack oppressing me in its intensity. But that is the least of my problems. My unease increases when I turn into the next hallway and still hear no one, not even a stray laugh from behind closed doors. I swallow hard and think about food. This will be the first time I eat in more than two weeks now, and I need it to maintain my strength. It’s only a short walk to the kitchen, and I refuse to let my fear cripple me in doing that much. The dragging of claws on tiled floor makes me jump and I glance around suspiciously. Is my imagination playing games on me or am I being followed? I shrug it off and increase my pace. I found a peaceful spot in the garden out back where I can sit under a shade and watch everyone undetected. Their happiness does not touch me and
Neem "I thought you would be done dressing up. We are going to be late." I tell Aden. "These buttons are hell." He mutters. "There should be about a hundred buttons on here.""Hardly." I say, amused. "There are only fifteen."Our clothes in Lyria never had buttons and it's always amusing that something so simple always gives him so much trouble. "Might as well be a hundred." He mutters and shaking my head, I go to help. He stares down at me as I work one button to the next. "You are staring.""I can't help it, you're beautiful." He says and I smile. "One would think you were only seeing me for the first time.""It feels like that sometimes." He says. "Sometimes I wake up amazed to have you by my side.""Only sometimes?" I tease him and he laughs. "Come here." He pulls my lips to his and kisses me and I forget about the buttons as I hold on, revelling in the movement of his lips on mine. I moan when his tongue darts in to taste me and his hands clench conclusively on my ass. "D
EmmaOne of the creatures runs at us, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from a dozen cuts. Celine intercepts him and kills him and I stare at her. “They said you controlled these creatures. Control them and end this wretched war.”She shakes her head. “It’s not that easy anymore. I was able to control them when my cat was dominant, when they absorbed my wolf. Someone donated her energy to bring back my wolf, but she neglected to mention that I would lose control of the soldiers when she is restored. I wouldn’t have it any other way anyway.”I sneer. “How pathetic. Of what use are you with your wolf then? You should sacrifice her to save hundreds of lives if need be but you are nothing but selfish as ever.”Her brows rise. “I’m not receiving a lecture on selflessness from you, am I? Now I have seen it all.”Behind us, Lor finally rips the king’s heart out with a roar. The war seems to stop for a second, everyone watching as he twists his head off his throat and sends it flying. And t
Celine They are unending. It is as if the entire world has moved against the Island. My soldiers are not enough, and so people of Lyria have joined, fighting against the enemy but they are lacking in spirit. Perhaps because they have been broken down by the economy but they fall like corn stalk against the enemy. I keep soldiers on their leader constantly, but he is not the only one to be worried about. My soldiers tear into most of the soldiers before they have a chance to defend themselves but too many of them are experienced killers, cutting through our numbers in swaths. I glance behind me but the king and the Whisperer are now gone from their perch, and then finally the harpies are released. Terrible terrible creatures that can ice the blood in your veins with a touch. Where they go, death follows, immortals shrivelling up and dying in numbers. And yet more of their army comes. There are about ten of the harpies and I’m surprised when one of them streams from the ground right i
CelineI feel it when Ismir dies, like a lance directly into my heart. I scream in pain and my attack falters. No. I look back, knowing I will not find him at he balcony he once occupied with his father and the Whisperer. My eyes meet his father’s and I wonder if he knows. My distraction costs me. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I’m plastered hard against a male chest. “Stand back.” He orders the creatures, keeping them in front of us and me as a shield between them. They angle and pace, the front liners reluctant to attack and skewer me. “What do you think you are doing?” I grit out, trying to break out of his grip but he’s too strong. “You’re coming back with me.” He says, shuffling back. I burst into laughter, a little hysterical. “Are you daft as fuck? You want to leap through the barrier to freedom? The both of us will die before our next breath.”“I passed through the barrier to get here.” He says, his voice resolved. “By some freak accident. You will not be so
EmmaHe has grown so much in three days alone, this baby that has become my last surviving shield.“Dan!” I snap, heading to the balcony. “Yes, Emma.” She says from where she balances precariously on the ledge, not even bothering to look up. I thought the female stuck to my side because she had grown a soft side for me, as I have worked hard to lower her guard. I should have known better, she is an omega herself, an emotional fortress. Since the end of the three days that we raised Alaric, she has completely withdrawn, not even bothering to stand for any other person but the little brat. ”You said the three days were all we needed to ensure his survival.”“Yes. Your boy is stronger than a horse.” She says, raising her face to the sun. “Mama!” The culprit comes toddling out, holding chubby little hands out to me with a grin. I stare at him, my face going sour. “So why the hell does he still follow me around everywhere?!” I ask in dismay. I can’t look across a room without finding h
Neem“You found the source.” He says. His voice is cold and the way he is looking at me scares me. I affect a light tone. “Prince Ismir-““I cannot allow you to live.” Chills race down my spine and I laugh awkwardly. “What are you talking about?” I say, my voice pleading. I always knew my inquisitiveness would land me in trouble one day. I cannot believe the day is finally here. “Why do you always have to go around snooping and putting yourself in situations you have no business being in?”“I’m sorry!” I say, taking a step forward. “I’m sorry okay? This will never happen again.”“You are right, it won’t.” He says and then he shifts. I scream and dive to the side as he leaps, coming up on my knee and watching him nearly crash into the crystals. He sidesteps them in a precarious move in the last second and spins around, furious. I’ve never seen him shift, and for good reason, I realise. That is no wolf, he looks like he belongs amongst the deformities on the front line. He is thre
NeemI burst into the library, unconcerned about the racket I’m making as I race through the shelves to the back. Maria is reading a book and doesn’t bother to put it down. “Ordinarily, you should be banned from coming into the library.” She says placidly. “Outside.” I say urgently. “They are engaged in a fight. Celine and-““I know.” She cuts me off, not taking her eyes off the book. I gape at her. “You do? Then how can you be so calm?”“I am calm. I would recommend some to you too. What concern is it of mine if two idiots want to kill each other?”She’s right, she doesn’t give a fuck. She has said it enough times and yet she was the first person I thought of when I needed help.“I need your help.” I say and she finally puts the book down and pins with a stare piercing enough to make me squirm. “I see you got your tongue back.”“I need your help.” I say again, refusing to be redirected. “No.” She says, making me gape again. “No? But you don’t even know what I want to ask.”“I d
Prince Ismir“How did he come through the barrier?” Father snarls, finally thrown off his feet by the unexpected happening. “I don’t know.” The Whisperer says, my first time hearing him utter those words. “It should be impossible.”Apparently not, if he’s right there. “What do you know about him?” I ask. There is something about him that has my hair standing on end. It is simply my most primitive instincts recognising a threat, a major one.“Nothing,” The Whisperer says. “But judging by his power and the fact that he entered the barrier unscathed, there are only a few people that come to mind. I believe that is her mate, the one commonly known as the demon wolf.”“What?” I say, startled out of the blue. Is that where the sense of familiarity comes from? Am I feeling her familiarity with him? “She does not look like she recognises him.” I say, tracing her location.“Not with the the amount of poison we had to pump into her system.” He says. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t ev
LorFor the umpteenth time, I put a hand on the barrier and it goes straight through. My hand curls into a tight fist and I punch it hard. Nothing. It is just air. The demarcation that shows the island of Lyria, a slight shimmer in the air is quite obvious if you know what you are looking for. Otherwise, your eyes would probably skip right over it. We have besieged this perimeter for two days now and to my frustration, we have nothing to show for it. Not a soul has stepped out of it, and neither can we step inside either. If I didn’t have a strong gut feeling that she is behind that barrier, I would have believed that it is all a conjecture of my deranged mind.Maddilla comes to a stop beside me and peers into the barrier. It is not just Bloodbound pack but nearly every damn pack this side of the world out here. There are more than a hundred and fifty packs here, each one of them as eager and enthusiastic to pierce the barrier of the island as the next. I didn’t have much convincing