Feyre’s POVWe stepped off the podium once we were finished with the dance. I did my best to avoid the crimson gaze of that intimidating man as I moved around the cluster of chairs. Xaden called out to Lina who ran to him like the pet she very proudly enjoyed being. He lifted her easily and perched her on his lap, one of his hands idly running up the slit of her sarong while the other was stretched out on the rest of his divan.He was turned towards the chair next to him and I refused to look in that direction again, feeling the weight of that strangely powerful gaze upon me even now.The rest of the night passed in a rapid blur. I spent most of my time serving food, drinks, and whatnot as requested by the men, all the while trying to avoid their wandering hands. Somehow, despite there being more of us than them, there never seemed to be enough girls tending to their needs at any given point in time.Music played softly from whatever hidden speakers had played before, the low thrummin
Feyre’s POVXaden turned to look at him, a puzzled frown marring his handsome face as he took me in. He turned back to the Vampire. “I know she’s quite fetching on the eyes, but surely you’ve noticed that this one isn’t a shifter? She’s disappointingly mortal and I can’t vouch for the quality of her blood.His eyes swept over us, landing on Lina and then he smiled. He hopped on the stage, grabbing his former favorite around the arm and yanking her out of the line-up. Lina made a surprised sound in her throat but went along with him.“How about this one? She is very eager to please. A pure-blood Lycan of far better quality. She will please you immensely, my lord.”Lina kept her head bowed and her limb slack within Xaden’s grasp and Dymon barely flicked her a glance before dismissing her, his unsettling red gaze landing once more on him.“You gave me leave to choose. Yes?” Xaden hesitated “Well yes, of course. But─”“Then I fully wish to exercise that right. I will have her. No other.”
Feyre’s POVHis eyes never left mine as he drank and I, in turn, watched him, transfixed by the strangely erotic sight. She moaned, clutching his mouth to her neck, and encouraged him to feed even more as she squirmed about his lap. I swallowed and tried to look away, but I was held ransom by those glowing red eyes that refused to leave the purple of mine even as he drank.A few minutes later, he withdrew and she fell to his body, limp and weak while he cradled her as gently as he had when drinking.Rabas, the tall, snobby-looking manservant stepped forward passing me a thick woolen jacket which I took gratefully before bending down to pick the girl from Dymon’s lap, carrying her bridal style in his arms.“Tend to her,” Dymon said simply and the servant managed a bow even while laden with the girl, before moving away.I stared at Dymon’s face with morbid fascination. I had never seen a Vampire up close and personal before. His eyes were a much more muted color, more burgundy than red
Feyre’s POVThe Vampire acknowledged my agreement with a nod and said nothing more on the matter.He rose then and I felt a stab of fear pierce through my gut, bracing myself for the indignity to come.“Rabbas?” He called in that soft way that should have made it impossible for any not in the room to hear him. Yet his manservant appeared promptly through the adjoining door.“Alert the guard at the end of this hall that I have need of his presence.” The man nodded and moved to obey. I remained stiff-backed in the chair, anticipating the worstuntil he said“You may go.” I stared, unable to believe he really meant it until he slid out of the sitting area and headed for the door to the adjoining room not looking back even once. Only then did it hit me that he really had set me free.Rabbas returned shortly and I knew that was my cue. I rose on shaky legs, my features contorted in disbelief even as I wobbled towards the door.I made to remove the jacket but the man shook his head, holding
Dymon’s POVI returned to the room after the girl left, the faint scent of whatever perfume she’d been practically bathed in, lingering in the air. I reclaimed the chair I’d earlier vacated and withdrew, as I often did, into my thoughts. She was an interesting person, Feyre Manning, but then I’d known that since the moment she’d walked into the room with the rest of the others. It wasn’t just that she stood out physically─although with that wild dark mane and brilliantly violet eyes, she did─ it was the aura that hung around her. One that most would certainly be oblivious to─ but then, I was not most.I’d been unsure at first, what it was that called out to me about her. There was an impressive ball of energy that pulsated from deep within her, but that was not enough on its own. I’d seen nothing else of note or importance. Until I looked with my other eye. Or rather, until I couldn’t look.In the eight hundred and thirteen years since I began to walk the earth, never had I met someon
Feyre’s POVIt took a while for me to fall back to sleep after the dream I had of the wolf, but eventually, I did. When I re-awoken, it was a few minutes past eight AM and the first thing I did was glance over at Mishka’s bed.It was empty to my disappointment and I frowned wondering if the girls were still being occupied. Most nights out ended at six AM so she should have at least been back to catch some sleep.I threw back my duvet and climbed out of bed, engaging in a deep stretch before cleaning myself up for the day. I dressed in the most covering attire I could find which did little in the way of protecting my dignity and resisted the urge to throw on the jacket Dymon had given me. It would likely attract a punishment. I’d save it for the next time I had to perform a walk of shame through the palace halls.I put on my mother’s necklace with far more thought than I usually did, wondering what secrets or answers it held within it.I had spent the three hours I’d been up for after
Feyre’s POVI followed the maid all the way to the official wing of the palace where the King’s throne room and offices sat, mind racing the entire time. Xaden was supposed to have been done with me by now. I had no idea why I was currently being taken to him. That I was going along with a maid and not Garrick whose quiet presence usually gave me some measure of strength made it all the more harder. I kept my head as low as I could get away with and trailed quietly behind her, ignoring the pointed looks from the men and women we passed in their various suits. It was the busiest area by far as evidenced by the sheer number of people we passed, all of them eyeing me unkindly. I wished I had Dymon’s jacket to protect me from the staring eyes, but I’d been given no time to prepare for this impromptu visit. Plus I’m pretty sure I would be severely punished if I covered up to see Xaden of all people.I had to deal with walking through offices in a bright blue teddy and it made me feel like
Feyre’s POVI ran all the way back to the harem without stopping, not bothering to wait for the guard to call me an escort. The moment I was out of Xaden’s grasp, all I could think about was being away from him and the safest place I could do that within these palace walls was back in the harem.When I returned to my room and took in the still-empty bed, my briefly forgotten anxiety about Mishka returned in full force. Where was she? I thought morosely, mind considering all the possibilities, yet rejecting the one that stood out most glaringly.She could not be gone. Mordric could not have just taken her life like that. Not without some sort of repercussion. After all, even though he’d been at the party, he was still not one of the King’s favored allies. He was but a lackey. A high-ranking one quite all right, but still only a lackey. Not King, ruler, or even a general.There was no way he could get away with murdering her.Yet he would have gotten away with doing it to me, what was s
Feyre’s POVMy eyes closed, pain and shock emanating from my heart. Something was digging into my chest and closing around my already constricted heart. It was going to kill me—“Dymon stop! He’s tied himself with her! She’ll die if you kill him!” I heard someone— Possibly Garrick— scream.There was a moment of hesitation before the pain regressed as suddenly as it came and I started to heal, a dull ache left in its place.I heard a gleeful, maniacal laugh that could only be Xaden’s but it was far away. Dymon was near instead, cradling me into his arms with all the gentleness in the world, a look of worry on his face.“Are you okay?” He said anxiously. Xaden’s growled, cutting off any answer I might have had.“Keep your hands off my mate you filthy blood-sucker!”Dymon gaze flicked to him for a moment, dismissive as ever. One moment we were on the floor of Xaden’s odd shrine, the next he rose with me in his arms, moving with insane speed to another part of the castle.I didn't recogni
Feyre’s POVRetribution came hard and fast, a slap cracking across my cheek. I stumbled backward, clutching one side of my face, saved from tumbling to the floor by the wall that backed me. Xaden looked enraged as he glared down at me.“What right have you to refuse me whore?” He growled, his entire demeanor changing within the twinkle of an eye.“I don't—” A loud, rapid knock interrupted whatever it was I’d been going to say. A good thing too because I certainly would have gotten myself killed if I leaned into this anger. All the spite I felt kept bubbling up to my lips and spilling forth from them. A dangerous thing considering who I was talking to. For the first time since I’d felt it, I tried to control some of that boldness and anger that surged through me. It immediately quietened.Xaden noticed my sudden quiescence enough that his golden eye flicked over to me, a curious glint in them, before turning back to the person who had burst in on us without his permission.It was Garri
Feyre’s POVMy father barely had me for a full hour before I was bundled into a black bulletproof van and whipped away from my childhood home. I hadn’t seen any of my step-siblings and I hadn’t wanted to. Hell, I hadn’t even wanted to see my father. I’d spent the entire time in his custody with my eyes firmly shut, praying to wake up from the horrible dream I was in. He hadn’t said much to me, my father. He’d gruffly asked me if I’d had my first shift now that the curse was lifted. I’d given him a look but hadn’t deigned to respond and after several uneventful tries, he’d left it, and me, well alone.I hadn’t been told but I knew where I was being taken and I dreaded it. I didn’t need to overhear my captors or try to map the direction we were going in. I knew who had made my father kidnap me and give me away immediately without even trying to exploit my newfound powers himself first. I knew whose power and wealth extended through all wolven territories, enough that even the remote isl
Dymon's POVI should never have listened to Golran. In the weeks that followed my return to Drusden, that one regret was at the forefront of my mind.I had previously thought myself above such petty inclinations, but as day after without Feyre’s presence passed, I couldn't help but think how much I missed her. I fell into a petulant gloom, spending most of my days brooding in my office, thinking about her all the time in between a few productive hours when I got things done.Centuries of a life lived made it easy to put things out of mind especially once they were out of sight. Yet, I found myself indulging in memories, not to mention fantasies, all revolving around this one person.She was a slip of a girl. Barely twenty-one and yet had a wariness to her that belied pain lasting a century. Of course, she hadn’t been so wary the last night we’d spent together. No— then she had been confident and bold, brimming with passion and oozing a desire she’d eventually drowned me with.By the g
Feyre’s POVIt had been two weeks since Dymon left the island and it wasn't any easier to accept. I tried, for the most part, to act as normally as possible. I went to meals with my family and got to know them. I went for walks through the garden with my grandfather and heard more tales— not just of my mother— but of the island and dire wolves even.I spoke to Dymon, but only sometimes, on the phone he got me. He sent text messages and I would stare at them for hours, days even, before I replied.I was angry, I think, although I did not dare say it. I didn’t think it my place or right to ask why, to tell him not to go. So I remained silent and occasionally told him I was fine whenever he checked in.That he would run so suddenly, without any explanation after the night we shared threw me off entirely. For a moment, I’d thought there was something between us.Something past the desire that was keeping us going.He hadn't even let us entertain the thought, or really talk about it all be
Dymon’s POVI wasn’t surprised when barely an hour after breakfast, a maid came to request my presence at Golran’s office. The exchange between Feyre and I couldn’t have lasted more than seconds, but it was enough for his sharp eyes to notice and now I suspected I was going to be cross-examined on my intentions or any actions I’d taken on his granddaughter so far. I wasn’t at all ready for it, I had yet to examine my feelings on the drastic way my relationship with Feyre had suddenly… evolved. Still, while I was here, I preferred to sow seeds of goodwill and keep the peace by doing as requested. It would make things easier, not just for me, but for Feyre.With that in mind, I swallowed my longsuffering sigh and followed the maid, allowing her to lead me once again to Golran’s office.He was waiting for me to arrive, his eyes snapping to the door the moment I knocked and opened it. The maid didn’t enter with me and I closed the door behind me before taking one of the seats he silently
Feyre POVI was in a much clearer head space when I woke up the next morning. I sat up feeling better than I could remember feeling in years and blinked at the half-naked vampire standing a few meters beside the bed, murmuring into a phone. A rush of memories from the night before came tumbling into my mind, resulting a rose tinge on my cheeks. There was a dull ache in my limbs, a pleased tingle between my thighs which hinted that a repeat performance would not be out of place.He turned then, crimson eyes catching my gaze and he paused for a moment as we stared at each other.It took a few more moments, but he rounded up his call, staring at me the entire time until he finally hung up. Even then he didn’t look away. He stalked towards me, an appreciative glint in his eyes that made me shiver. It wasn’t until that heated gaze swept down my body and back, the desire in them thickening, that I realized I was naked. Arousal quickened my pulse and puckered my nipples and I shivered again
Feyre’s POVThere was a need in me that I couldn’t put my finger on. I didn’t understand it at first, but it had consumed my every thought since I set my eyes on Dymon again, after returning to consciousness. I didn’t know if it was a side-effect of the spell or if it was something else entirely, but I had been inordinately pleased by him and now, I itched with a desire to make him mine.His lips moved over my own, gentle yet firm and I drank greedily, the flames of need fanning ever so higher. Such exquisite pleasure was foreign to me, yet I embraced it with eagerness and glee that I could hardly believe. Dymon himself was very careful, but then, he always was. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders as if he was doing his best to keep me at bay even as we kissed. Discontent licked at my insides, along with that fiercely burning need again and I did the first thing I was sure would assuage it. I pressed closer against him and the action seemed to please him as much as it did me beca
Dymon’s POVOnce Feyre clung to me, she didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t claim to dislike it, so being the hedonistic creature I was, I eagerly indulged her, slipping my arm around her waist so I could draw her even closer— as close as I could get away with in polite company like this.I ignored the dirty looks the half-breed Elvin witch sent my way, glancing down at Feyre instead. Her purple eyes, brighter and richer somehow, neigh pulsed back at me.“It worked?” She asked, disbelief clear in her voice and a smile tugged at my lips, relief washing through me as the realization hit.She pulled away from me to stare down at her own body and left me mourning the loss of her closeness. Her warmth. Her face held a mixture of wonder and disbelief, even as the realization slowly dawned.“Something feels a little different, but not too much to be honest. I feel… normal.” She said inclining her head as she regarded me. My breath caught in my throat seeing the way her eyes glittered, the unde