All Chapters of The demon wolf’s Affair: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Celine“Are you sure about this?” I ask Nessa and she nods, even though she looks unsure. “I think so...” she begins. “The woman claims to have known Emma personally and I don’t know how much truth there is in that. Even we don’t know much about her past and we are her pack members.”I nod. “Lead the way.” I tell her and she starts. Earlier, I sent for Quinn and asked her to tell me everything she knew about Emma. If anyone was to know any scoop at all about her it would be Quinn and even she had only the bare minimum to say about her. It was almost like she had no life before she entered the pack, nothing but the strange rumours of being a feared demonness that followed her here. Alpha Reenan is out of question and Emma will not provide any information on herself so I sent Nessa out. I told her to go far and find any information at all she could about Emma and this is our only lead. I hope it pans out. Getting here took hours, even though we were loping the entire time. “Here we

Celine Every touch, every press of his skin against mine is intense.He flips our positions, never taking his lips from mine and cups my breasts through my shirt. I grind into his erection and my hands flutter over the broad expanse of his shoulder. His breath punches out of him with the contact and he grabs my arms, pulling them above my head and easily imprisoning them in one hand. “Hands off.” He growls and claims my lips again. I writhe in his arms when his lips follow a trail down my throat, to my collarbone and my shoulders. The huge shirt Nessa draped on me easily parts to expose my breasts and I’m suddenly naked in front of him. His eyes feast on my nakedness and then he dips down to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. I cry out as liquid heat lances through my belly and my nipples form hard rigid peaks as he runs his tongue over one. “Oh my Goodness!” I gasp in ecstasy when he rolls the nipple with his tongue in that way that never fails to drive me crazy. He takes t

CelineThe cut burns like a bitch. I wake up in a panic, fearing the worst and my hands snaps around the wrist as my eyes fly open. For a second, I think I must still be sleeping. Surely that is why it is not Lor or a vengeful Emma before me but... strangers. Strangers that I’ve never seen before. And right in front of me is the wrist the holds the dagger, stained with my blood. By the burning in my shoulder, he tried to cut me up. I don’t think anymore, I react. I crush the wrist in my hand, ignoring his expression of surprise and jerk him forward, spinning him around with the momentum and holding my ready claws to his throat. He is pressed hard into my front as I kneel on the slab and look at the two other men. “If you make a wrong move, I will rip his throat out.” I say and dig the first claw into his throat for emphasis. Hysteria climbs up my throat but I beat it down. There is a relational excuse for this. There must. “Who the fuck are you all and what the fuck am I doing her

NeemWhen I pull my door in this time I’m not even surprised to find someone inside. If it is not Aden waiting for me, it is usually Mia. Between the both of them, they have managed to make this castle with my hellish duty a home of sorts. Sera has of course, remembered to take my tongue again, so while Aden and I try our best to communicate non-verbally, it becomes easier when Mia is there because she translates for me. I’ve given Aden the book on sign languages and he is slowly getting good at it. “Did you hear?” Mia asks the minute I step in. “No.” I sign immediately, not bothering to ask what. Mia is my information source in the castle, the sole reason I am not always totally in the dark. If she has not told me, then I have not yet heard it. “How could you miss it? Rumours are that the prince has finally brought a female in.”I freeze in the process of stripping the veil from my neck and look at her. “What did you say?”Her brows rise as she repeats herself. “You must have he

NeemShe is beautiful. It is the first thought that comes to my mind when I see her, even before she turns around from the window. She is silhouetted against the light from the window she looks out from, and when she turns around it is like golden wings sprouting from her back. The sight of her face punches the air out of my lungs, makes me feel like I stepped into another universe. Her sizzling grey eyes reach across the distance and grip me in a chokehold. Something about her is so commanding, exotic and thrilling, like electricity crackling in the air. She is perfect. Something ugly twists in my chest as I slowly approach her with the tray, stealing all of the beauty from the moment. I am mesmerised by her, and I’m just as female as she is. Prince Ismir never stood a chance, not against her cold beauty. I should look away from her but her intense eyes hold me prisoner, thinking a thousand thoughts that I yearn to decipher. I wish I could speak so I could say something to fill t