Feyre’s POVI trudged back to my room, my mind a blank haze within which Dymon’s words reverberated over and over again. The parcel he’d given me was tucked under my arm and I was half resolved to ignore it for as long as possible while I took some time to process the news I’d already heard.Unsurprisingly though, the first thing I did when I got back into my room was unwrap it to know exactly what it was.A thick, black, leather-bound book lay within and I wondered faintly, what lay between the pages just before I opened them.I froze at the first page, the picture that lay within striking me immediately with its familiarity. Tears gathered in my eyes, spilling off the corner and down my cheek as I stared at the image before me.It was a picture of my mother, young and smiling on a hospital bed with tired-looking eyes, a little bundle swathed in pink perched daintily in her arms. I’d never seen it before, but I knew it was her and it struck me then, how much of her features I had.He
Dymon’s POVI was seated in my office, going through some correspondence when a knock came at my door. I didn't look up as I said “Enter.”Rabbas came in but I didn't need to look at him to know. I could tell from the shuffling footsteps. I was focused on my files, switching from the document open on my table to that on my laptop.He stopped in front of my desk and bowed and I distractedly waved him up.“Sire. I have a letter for you.”“Add it to the pile with the rest. I'll deal with it later.”I said without looking.I felt, rather than saw his hesitation and finally looked up to see what the matter was.“What is it Rabbas?”“Oh, nothing. It's just that I think you might want to open it now. It's from the Lycan King.”I paused, an unpleasant countenance forming upon my face as I eyed the letter Rabbas held out with particular distaste.I was almost tempted to chuck it in the furnace that burned at my fireplace without so much as a look at it. Somehow, I managed to restrain myself.I
Feyre’s POVNo matter how fast I ran, I couldn't escape the beast chasing me. I couldn't see anything in front or even behind, but I could hear it coming. Every growl and snarl reverberated down my spine until it was all I could hear. All I could feel.My end was imminent, and there was nothing I could do about it.I panted hard, lungs burning, legs aching, yet I did not stop. Haunted screams rang through my eardrums and it took me a while to realise they were mine.Light appeared somewhere up ahead and I redoubled my efforts to get to it, somehow sure that if only I reached it, I would be fine. I would be saved.Heart pounding hard, I reached forth for the ever unattainable light and then the unthinkable happened—I stumbled and fell and the beast was upon me in an instant.***I woke up with a start and a scream, body shaking, teeth chattering, sweat gleaming on my forehead. Even now with the awareness that it was but a dream, I still couldn't relax.By the goddess when would it end?
Dymon’s POVI led her to my music room, a quaint, charming little space I sometimes liked to take refuge in. There were several instruments, all of which I could adeptly play, but the main attraction was the grand piano that stood in the middle of the room. It was a gorgeous antique piece that I'd acquired during the Victorian era, as functional as it was beautiful and I'd spent many a night playing out soulful tunes on its keys. I paused after we stepped inside, waiting so she could get a good look and look she did. I enjoyed watching the awe on her face when she looked over my collection, a hint of pride swelling in me at how impressed she seemed. “You can probably play all of these. Can’t you?”She asked, looking back at me with something akin to admiration. I inclined my head. “Why do you say that?” I questioned instead of answering and a small smile crossed her lips. “You are not one to acquire for the sake of acquiring.” I stared down at her, my expression calm and unchange
Feyre’s POVI went up to my room, somehow able to locate it myself without needing any directions. I took off my clothes and shrugged into a night T-shirt in preparation for bed. I tossed and turned for a few minutes until a knock on my door made me pause.It was Cordelia. She walked into my room and closed the door, a bottle of water and a napkin in hand.“I have some pills here from Dr. Keely Miss. She said to tell you it will help you with sleep.”I murmured my thanks as she handed it to me, appreciating how quickly Dymon worked. He seemed to have a pattern of being right on time for everything. So far, I couldn’t claim to not enjoy it.I took the pills and the water and she bowed. “Is there anything else you require miss?” I shook my head, content for the night and anxious for the dreamless sleep that was promised.With another bow, she left and I settled down in my bed, attempting to sleep again.It took a few minutes, but I eventually felt the drug starting to kick in.There was
Feyre’s POV“Well, well well. What do we have here?” The Vampire preened, looking me up and down.“L—let me go,” I stammered, voice cracking fearfully as I tried to pull away from him to no avail.He released me but did not step away, moving closer and forcing me to back up.“Why so hostile sweetheart? Do you have an owner? Cute little human like yourself shouldn't be strolling around Drusden unaccompanied. There are bad Vamps everywhere.” He said with a broad grin that suggested he was one of those.“I’m not a human! I’m a wolf!” I insisted in an attempt to make myself less vulnerable, but a flicker of pleasure crossed his face, a sudden determination that wasn't there before.“A wolf eh? I don't sense your beast but that's alright. Wolf usually tastes even better.”He reached for me again and I flinched, trying to duck away. His hand never landed though and it wasn't because of anything I did.“What the fuck?” He cursed, glaring at the hand grasping his arm. I looked up at the figur
Feyre’s POVI had another nightmare two nights later, one that shook me to my core and had me screaming right off the bed.Some parts of it were similar; the dark forest I was running frantically through, the sense of foreboding, angry growls and snarls that promised death barreling right behind me.Despite how many times I'd failed to reach the light, I was still relieved when it came up ahead. This time, I'd thought with a cold certainty I could do it. I'd run with all my might, making sure to be careful where I stepped.Instead of falling, something else came out of the light. I had a moment to recognize my wolf, all white fur with bright purple eyes. I froze, eyes widening at her bared, snarling teeth. First confusion then shock moved through me as the most painful realization hit. I turned around to run but I didn't get far and she was on me in another minute.I'd woken up kicking and screaming, heart pounding, body feverish. I'd never felt so shaken after a dream. I clutched at
Feyre’s POVWe left Dymon’s keep at about seven AM that morning, and started off to the Syllian Isles, just like he promised.I was tempted to wait another few days, too scared I was rushing this but what would I be doing? Obsessing over what would happen when I met the Jethrie clan? Wondering whether or not I could really get my wolf. Having nightmares about her killing me?None of it seemed remotely appealing. So that morning, I found myself all packed, dressed, and ready for a brief, week-long holiday with my mother's people.Cordelia helped me pack my bags and she gave me a shy smile when I thanked her for taking care of me these past few weeks.I sat at the back of the car with Dymon. Apparently, we were going to drive to the river and take a private ferry to the island.I was nervous the entire time, twiddling my thumbs while I stared out the window of the moving car. Dymon sat next to me, looking spiffy and intimidating in one of those immaculately cut, old-fashioned suits of h
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