Artemisia I surely have gone through enough heartbreaking moments in my life, but setting down Emma while she is clawing on me, surely hits the top three. I even had to get Astrid to help me get her into her bed as she started sobbing as soon as she got separated from me. I figured that it must h
Artemisia “Stop it,” I whisper pleadingly, my eyes still glued onto the dolls panicky. “Make it stop!” Just as I have uttered my plea the voices stop and the dolls tipple over inanimate. Turning my head slowly to face Fynn, I find him watching him with one of his stupid grins plastered on his fac
I scrunch my nose, playing with his shirt. “I understand now why you were so triggered by me calling myself Beta-Female.” “Yeah,” he pushes out a dry laugh. “As I found you I couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid I had been. How you could have been my Beta-Female, and wouldn’t have to cope with a
Artemisia “Is that why you said you didn’t want me as your mate?” My tears well up with tears as he nods. “Is that why you treated me like I was dirt? To make me hate you? And so make me reject you?” I ask, desperation taking over. “Yes,” he admits. “But it didn’t fucking work. You couldn’t stay
Artemisia“How are you so wet already?” he asks with a smirk, circling my clit with his finger. I moan, clasping his t-shirt, “Oh, shut up!” His smirk just gets broader, and he lets go of my hair, moving his other hand under my dress as well. “Get this off,” he growls, and I comply hurriedly, pul
Artemisia I remain clung onto him desperately as he moves his arms to sling them around my body, making me close my legs slightly and wrap them around his waist. “Damn, princess,” he pushes out, his chest heaving. After staying like this for a second, allowing our heartbeats to sync with each oth
Artemisia The next day I wake up in an empty bed. Passing my hand over the now cold bedsheets, I sigh deeply. He must have gotten away from me as soon as he could. I know that he struggled at the fact of not marking me, but he was just too set on doing it with his brothers as their marks would h
Artemisia “Didn’t I fucking tell you to hurry up?” His shouting crawls right into my veins, reaching my heart feeling like a stab. “I- I am sorry,” I say, standing up, but he just clicks his tongue. My heart flutters still in total bliss despite his deadly expression as I watch him come closer.
Chuckling at my brain thinking that he isn’t as heavy as he seems, I close my eyes. He is going to crush my spine. But I don’t fucking care. I can’t. My eyes follow the Judge talking with Emma as she looks at him terrified. ‘We need to get her,’ I plead, ignoring my bones crushing under the wol
Kai A nauseating sensation wafts through me, causing me to look for my mate through the fighting warriors.I spot my mother making an elegant gesture with her hand. One that might seem irrelevant or random to someone who doesn’t know her, but I know better than that. Just as Emma does. My thought
Emma After the welcome dinner for the Judge, things only got awkward. Artemisia and I showed the Judge and his warriors to their quarters, my stomach churning as we had to be respectful. And sickenly kind. On our way back to our floors, Artemisia had put her arm around me and we had climbed the s
I do a small curtsy quickly, fearing I might throw up if I don’t move instantly. “Me too, your Honour.” ‘Brilliant. You are doing awesomely. We got this, he can’t hurt you if we are here,’ the voice calms my panicky self, even if I can’t wrap my head around who he might be or think about the fact t
Emma “It’s Blackwood,” Kai mumbles, making me giggle. Is it? I shake my head, flashing the Judge my best smile. “Just a little bit, your Honour. Nothing to be worried about.” Wrapping my arm around Serena who hides behind me while clasping my dress, I watch him laugh while holding his belly. “We
Now I finally manage to smile, leaning slightly towards her as Judge Attwood nods, his happy expression growing. “I see, Kai Blackwood and Emma Silvester will be a fantastic couple to lead the pack. I can already picture it perfectly.” “Thank you, Judge Attwood. I feel immensely honoured by your co
Emma The day I’m standing on the stairs of the pack house behind Luna Artemisa and Alpha Cayden, I feel like breathing becomes increasingly difficult. I fight to keep my back straightened, pushing down the urge to hyperventilate. The last few days have been awfully stressful, the preparations for
Emma I startle awake, my cry for help fading into the darkness and it takes me a moment to realise that I’m looking into a set of red eyes that are indeed very real. “Another nightmare?” His deep voice vibrates through me, and I nod, still catching my breath. He captures my lips in a kiss, before
“Who is in charge of your pack currently, Junior?” she asks, and he kneads his hands, sliding back and forth on his chair. “Erm…” he starts as if he needs to think about it first. And maybe he gets pushed back so much that he has to think about it for real. Junior starts looking around, and I shu