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Orion fails to contact me for a week.My mating ceremony preparations have reached crisis proportions. Mother, Clare, and Cynthia are concerned about the morning-after party. Everything from the guest list to the centerpieces must be flawless in order to remove the stain of What I Did.I do my best to engage, if only to maintain the illusion that I'll be married Ashton.His threats continue to haunt me. Nightmares of desperately attempting to flee him only to be dragged back to the pack kicking and screaming have me waking up in a cold sweat every night. People are noting that I am constantly weary and on edge."The bags under your eyes," Mother remarks one night at dinner, making a low tutting noise instead of finishing the phrase."I haven't been sleeping very well." Because of you and what Father consented to. Because of the pack and because I'm a prisoner.“Ma’am?” Hudson enters the dining room, followed by two thrall soldiers wearing Kevlar vests with the royal seal embroidered o
I don't want to be thankful or relieved that Orion has released me from my commitment to Ashton. In fact, I don't want to feel either of those things. I don't want to feel anything other than anger toward the guy who is going to send my sisters away, ruin their lives, and possibly ruin my life when he eventually gets around to punishing my father. I don't want to feel anything other than anger.The name is "Thomas Dixon." Orion 's voice suddenly takes on an oddly cordial quality that makes me hesitant to trust him. "You have been convicted of treason," the judge said. Nevertheless, you came to my rescue and demonstrated that you were a trustworthy ally in the early days of my reign. I can't help but wonder what I could have done wrong to make you lose faith in me."Your Majesty—" "Your Majesty—" Father begins, but it quickly becomes clear that he is at a loss for further comment. He simply shrugs his shoulders in response. "I've made an error of judgment. Would you kindly refrain fro
I try to recall how I felt when I penned the words by running my hands over the indentations on the page where they were written. Thoughts like "exhilarated" and "terrified" cross my mind, but no matter how hard I try, I can't relive that day.That day marked a major change in my life. The day I opted to quit our group and lead a mortal existence for a period of five years as opposed to merely embracing the shift and turning fully into a werewolfMy old diary, which has been waiting for my return for the past five years, was placed back in the bedside drawer as the intercom gently announced breakfast. I'm not the same age I was when I left, which was seventeen. In that girl's bedroom, with its soft pink canopy bed drapes and dazzling white furniture, I'm a grown-up stranger.You just returned from home, I tell myself. Allow some time.I go to the vanity, where I spent countless hours as a teenager honing my eyeliner techniques and giving my face a Kardashian-like contour. Back then, b
He sets the plate in front of the mother and raises the lid as she reclines. A human heart that is covered with blood clots lies on a bed of lettuce. Mom exhales with joy and gives a gentle handclap of thanks. Hudson, bravo. Where do you keep finding these exquisite, tiny morsels?The phrase "a trade secret, ma'am" He gets the other plate and places it in front of the father before lifting the dome to show him almost the same dinner. My father murmurs a thank you, and my parents pick up their cutlery and tuck in, forgetting about the traditional breakfast.I've witnessed this sight several times throughout my life, before every religious ritual and full moon. But after five years of coexisting with people, I have a slightly more intimate perspective on the organs.i.e., they once existed as people.Either I keep my disdain to myself or my mother doesn't notice. She nods towards my plate as she slices a piece of the heart in front of her. "Well. Eat up. The day is busy for us.I suffoc
Mother nudges me while I'm hunched over, and I remember to bow while swaying a little. I can't just blame it all on a lack of practice. The new monarch is so attractive that he has taken my breath away.The new king commands, "Rise," and his accent makes me long for London. "Are you still loyal to the pack?"As the three of us respond to the traditional inquiry, I maintain a glum expression. "Yes, my king and my wolf pack leader."And do you obey your king's and pack leader's commands?The moment I look up and notice that he is staring at me as the three of us speak, heat pours over my face. He still wants me to meet his gaze when I swiftly avert my eyes. He exudes an air of confidence that has nothing to do with his job; it fills the space between us and makes the air seem heavy as I inhale it.I cry out, "Yes, my king and my pack leader." I'm having trouble breathing, and I'm wondering how many people have collapsed in front of him.Do you give up your freedom for the benefit of the
I'm sweating my palms. We should return to the ballroom; why don't we? To handle this, I need a drink.To my relief, Clare says, "I don't blame you," and she doesn't appear to have seen the King approaching us.He shouldn't pass by, in my opinion. I don't want to bow before him only to discover that he isn't even aware of our presence. I also don't want him to see me, though. I was almost about to have an asthma attack when he saw me. I don't want him to ever notice me again because I now know he is a hostile member of our pack.I take the lead and head straight for the closest catering bar, with my sisters scrambling to keep up behind me. As I go closer, a tall, lean man turns and smiles as if he recognizes me.It takes me a second to realize who he is.Before Tara can object, Clare says, "I think we'll go back to the table," and then pushes her away.Five years ago, when I used the right, I wasn't just interested in what the world of humans had to offer. It offered a chance for me t
My closest friends are the people I can challenge the most about the political catastrophe of the last five years. Since kindergarten, Eva, David, and I have made a matched trio. Even though David and Eva are now mated, we are stillGoing to their place is like us all getting together after school even though we haven't seen each other in so long. When I first arrived, there was some fully immature squeeing over each other, but we soon went back to our old habits, as if I hadn't lost touch with them for five years.Everything else besides the "my best friends are in a mating bond" issue: "How exactly did that happen?"Eva sputters, "It was him or marriage to Dave Byron," and she then continues.Her revulsion is echoed by my word, "gross."She hears David tell her to "be nice." His parents never said no to him and gave him whatever the hell he wanted; therefore, it's not his fault.He's ignored by Eva. Ever had the gut-wrenching feeling that someone you were looking at was an unattract
Cynthia and Carole have suggested that we get together for lunch so that we can catch up on the conversation we didn't get to have at the ball.At a human eatery.After having salads and the main course, I am currently drinking my drink while attempting to suppress the urge to inquire of my own sisters whether or not their spouses are aware of their whereabouts."...and that's exactly what they were discussing at the Bailey!" Carole yells at me while putting her palm in front of my face and waving it."Sorry. Too many mimosas." That is not the case. After drinking two of them, I haven't even begun to feel tipsy. I make an effort to pay attention to what she is telling me. Something regarding the upgrades she had made to her main bathroom You were mentioning something about how they were unable to bring down a wall, right?"Are you okay?" The question was posed to me by Cynthia with sincere concern.Do I come clean and tell them that my head is all over the place after what happened wi
I don't want to be thankful or relieved that Orion has released me from my commitment to Ashton. In fact, I don't want to feel either of those things. I don't want to feel anything other than anger toward the guy who is going to send my sisters away, ruin their lives, and possibly ruin my life when he eventually gets around to punishing my father. I don't want to feel anything other than anger.The name is "Thomas Dixon." Orion 's voice suddenly takes on an oddly cordial quality that makes me hesitant to trust him. "You have been convicted of treason," the judge said. Nevertheless, you came to my rescue and demonstrated that you were a trustworthy ally in the early days of my reign. I can't help but wonder what I could have done wrong to make you lose faith in me."Your Majesty—" "Your Majesty—" Father begins, but it quickly becomes clear that he is at a loss for further comment. He simply shrugs his shoulders in response. "I've made an error of judgment. Would you kindly refrain fro
Orion fails to contact me for a week.My mating ceremony preparations have reached crisis proportions. Mother, Clare, and Cynthia are concerned about the morning-after party. Everything from the guest list to the centerpieces must be flawless in order to remove the stain of What I Did.I do my best to engage, if only to maintain the illusion that I'll be married Ashton.His threats continue to haunt me. Nightmares of desperately attempting to flee him only to be dragged back to the pack kicking and screaming have me waking up in a cold sweat every night. People are noting that I am constantly weary and on edge."The bags under your eyes," Mother remarks one night at dinner, making a low tutting noise instead of finishing the phrase."I haven't been sleeping very well." Because of you and what Father consented to. Because of the pack and because I'm a prisoner.“Ma’am?” Hudson enters the dining room, followed by two thrall soldiers wearing Kevlar vests with the royal seal embroidered o
It's only one meal. As I approach the restaurant's doors, I remind myself, "Just one." But I'm not sure whether this is the last time I'll have to sit across from Ashton and pretend to be his willing little wifey. Nathan will, without a doubt, keep his commitment to negate Ashton's claim against me. I simply don't know when. Lupercalia isn't for another two weeks. Furthermore, I haven't heard from the king since the night we nearly... I try not to worry about it as the maître d' guides me through the dimly lighted main floor to a round ivory leather seat. Ashton stands there, his coppery hair combed back and brushing against the collar of his pricey suit jacket. He smiles broadly, takes my hands, and kisses my cheek. "I almost gave up hope on you." I really want you would. To avoid speaking it, I physically bite my tongue. "I apologize. On the way here, I got twisted around." As we settle into our seats, he frowns. "You drove it yourself?" "Mmhm," I confirm with a closed-lip smile
As I rush to Aconitum Hall, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm not sure if Nathan will be there or if I'll even be able to see him. But he's the king; I don't have his personal cell phone number or anything.Then maybe you shouldn't show up at his place unexpectedly. My rational mind is correct, but my panic brain wins. I'm not going to his place to confess my feelings or beg him to be my boyfriend. He's the pack leader, I'm his subject, and I'm in need of assistance.At the main entrance, there's a gatehouse manned by a thrall who looks up from her book with a dubious expression as I approach. Before she opens the window, she reaches for her hip to deactivate the safety on the revolver in her holster.Aside from hunting, I've never seen a real gun in person. That makes me wish I had given my actions more thought before rushing over here."Name and purpose of visit." Her voice does not rise towards the end. It's not a question, but rather a warning that I shouldn't be here unless I ha
Cynthia enters my room and chirps into the intercom saying she's on her way. We never had to share space as kids, but we were all in the same hall, which father referred to as "the girls' wing." Cynthia and Carole's bedrooms are still there, however they've been redecorated slightly to remove fairy lights and school medals.My door creaks open, and I sit up in bed, tossing my book aside. “Hey.”"Hey," she replies, sighing heavily and swaying on her heels, her hands in the back pockets of her trousers."That bad, huh?" As I throw my legs over the side of the bed, I try to chuckle, but the mood in the room is somewhere between "right before you find out grandma died" and "the sex talk with your parents."Neither have I; our grandparents are all still alive and likely have another hundred years to live, and Mother has probably never even mentioned the term "sex" out loud."You can sit down," I offer with a sigh. "Stop acting like you're here to break bad news.""I thought everything abou
The Blackwoods' family motto could easily be "if it's uncomfortable, ignore it."My meal with Orion last week is currently causing my family the most distress, and their refusal to speak to me about it is such a blessing that I virtually glow on the way to brunch and my ceremonial dress fitting.My emotions and mind are still at odds. While I desperately want to believe Orion can break us up, it's not as simple as "I'm king, I can do whatever I want." He'll face the wrath of the pack as well as a nightmare of red tape. No way are Ashton and his family going to allow someone walk all over them like that.And I've never met Orion. There's no guarantee that what he says is true. Maybe he's that enticing and seductive to every woman he encounters. There could be any number of prospective mates in the pack that he's contemplating; there's no reason to think otherwise, especially given the rumors that he's in love with the former queen.Still, if he's serious, the termination of the mating
He then drops the bombshell, "I hope you like venison."I stumble into the dining room, where a huge table for two has been set up at one end."It's very fresh," he continues. "I went out and hunted it myself during the full moon."I'm stuck on his previous statement. "You actually did it?""Well, you know what I mean. During the full moon, the only things to do are fuck, fight, or hunt." He pulls a chair out for me, and I sit down obediently."I'm not talking about the deer!" said the speaker. I lean in closer him as he sits, and for some reason, I lower my voice, as if we're about to be overheard. "Did you use the Right of Accord?" "Does your pack have the Right of Accord?"He nods and raises his hand, signaling the staff to begin the first course. Orion elaborates while the thralls pour bowls of pale cream soup in front of us. "All packs follow the same law, which Lycaon the Younger gave us." Wasn't that taught in school?"My head shakes. "I assumed pack law was just the law of our
The night of the ball, every light in Aconitum Hall was lit. Tonight, it’s mostly dark. It’s not as inviting; the towers loom sinister and mediaeval over the city, blotting out the sky rather than polluting it with added light.I take a deep breath as I step out of my car. Mother and Father refused to let me take the driver and I’m not sure where one parks at a royal palace. My shoes crunch on the gravel of the small parking area beyond the front porte cochere. I head in that direction, my heart beating in an unfamiliar and worrying pattern. The door opens at the top of the steps, and I expect to see a thrall butler there. But it’s Orion.Orion just opened his front door. Like he’s a person and not a king. I freeze in place. He does, too. It’s a strange moment; before, the undeniable attraction between us was insulated by the presence of others and the etiquette demanded by our society. It felt like if only we were alone, nothing would hold him back. Now, it appears we are alone, and
This can't possibly be taking place.I force myself to get up and grab the note out of Mother's grasp. "You looked through my purse, didn't you?""What do you think you're doing?" is a rhetorical question. She makes a hissing sound as if my inquiry does not exist. "You have agreed to a sexual contract. You can't be talking to someone else behind the back of your fiance!"I'm not seeing anyone. I have no doubt that you pursued it. It is an open offer to compensate for—""It is an open invitation to spread rumours. to disgrace and destitution" She pulls the card away from him and rips it in half, then again in half, and finally she throws the fragments of the card onto the carpet. "For how much longer has this been occurring?""For how many more minutes has this been going on?" I am on the verge of arguing that I've only been home for a few days, but then I realise that, in the eyes of the rest of the pack, I may be a spy for Greater London. Perhaps she believes that I was beating the ki