All Chapters of Wolfless Temptation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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 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 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

Dymon’s POVI only managed to shower the dregs of my travels off and dress up before a knock came at my door. It was a maid who bowed and tremblingly told me that her Lord Alpha wished to see me in his office. I made no objections, going with her at once.It had been many decades since I last saw the walls of this manor, but aside from a few decorations and wall paint, nothing had changed much.The architecture was marvelous, the pillars holding strong for over a century with only a few renovations needed to uphold it.I didn’t spare the decorations too much glance, my mind occupied with Golran and what plans he had for Feyre both in the short and long term. I hope they were as noble as I suspected because otherwise, I would have to ruin almost two hundred years of peace established between Vampires and Direwolves. Feyre might be his granddaughter, but until she was strong enough to stand on her own, she was under my protection. I would let no one— friend, foe, or family— bring harm o