My fists unclenched and clenched back into rocks at my sides before I realized that I was angry…no. Fuming.How dare Michael talk to me like I was some fucking idiot? I hated it! I hated the cold look in his eyes, the same one I had seen in Elena’s cold grey ones before she swept away from our wedding hall with tears streaking down her porcelain cheeks.“Y-Your Highness! Sir Markov isn't in right now-” One of the guards in red uniforms stuttered when I stopped before the oak wood of the rogue’s private chambers.I glared at him like he was stupid, biting back the remark that rose to the tip of my tongue, “Then I'll just wait inside, is that alright with you sir?” I asked sarcastically, harsher than I had intended, and felt a stab of guilt in my chest when the guard. “O-of course, Your Highness…certainly!” He stammered, red-faced, and I watched as he bowed low enough that I was sure he was kissing his knees.The air was cold and stale when I threw open the door to the rogue’s chambers

ANTHONY GOTHAMThe Gotham dungeon was dark and cold, smelling faintly of moss and mildew. And blood...so much blood.The prisoner was surrounded by it, the thick liquid splattered on the rough gray walls like a macabre painting. I was itching to use the wrench in my hand once more, but Michael’s intense blue eyes held me in place.My brother had been acting off lately, his usual penchant for violence diminished to almost nothing after our confrontation in the foyer.If he was going to fight me for the throne then he had to put less effort into being a bloody goody-two-shoes.“Tell me again, Hagrid, what it is your Alpha is doing with these wolves,” I growled, and the overhead fluorescent whizzed dramatically, flickering before resuming its steady hum in the quiet room.Hagrid Wolfe groaned, turning to face me with his one good eye and struggling weakly against the silver chains wrapped around his thick body and neck.“You're going to want to think about your answer Wolfe. We're not in

ELENA WOLFESeven nights. That was how long it had been since I'd seen either of the powerful Gotham Alphas. Either of my mates.The pain in my chest felt like a rock now, hard and unyielding, no matter how many oil massages the servants gave me.I had time to think about everything, how perfect our love was until Carla’s shocking announcement. Everyone had loved me, even the elders, but now that everyone knew the red-haired woman had been pregnant before me, the threads of power had shifted to her hands. Her fucking claws.“I'm sure they're just as worried about you as you are about them M’lady,” Emily offered with a hopeful voice as I paced the room, before pausing to scoff.My reflection in the mirror was regal. I should have been used to seeing myself now, as the new Luna of Gotham and yet, my breath still somehow managed to get lodged in my throat.Dark mascara lined my eyes, making the almond shape seem almost mournful. My big grey eyes stared back in horror, the hint of tears m

Anthony GothamEveryone wouldn't stop fucking talking to me.Was it too much for a man to ask for a little peace and quiet? I gripped the sides of my head, spitting into the porcelain bowl of my washroom as more knocks banged away on the gold double doors of my chambers.“Bloody hell, show yourself!” I roared, glaring at the uniformed guard who stood pale-faced as the double doors swung open.I recognized him as one of the chumps that guarded the gates and turned back to the mirror with a barely concealed sneer.My hazel eyes looked like dynamites in the shadowed room and my knuckles had turned white where I gripped the marbled vanity, waiting for the wolf to speak.“Alpha Michael requests your presence, Your Highness. He says it is a matter of utmost importance.” The guard stammered as I watched his face blanching from the mirror.There was a shadow of a dark beard on my jaw, a sign that I hadn't shaved in days. The sharp lines of my face and jaw made me look rugged. Like a wolf pir

ELENA WOLFEMy heart was beating so loudly that I could scarcely hear anything above the wind buzzing like a thunderstorm in my ears.“Stay low! They're onto us! Eyes to the ground Elena!” Markov hissed at me, grey eyes flashing when he turned to me over his shoulder and my thighs flexed around them horse. Hugging the animal as low as I could go and trying to ignore the sharp bite of pain stabbing my belly.The scent of pine and wet earth filled my nose as our stolen horse powered through the trees like lightning and the enraged howl of the Gotham wolves faded into the distance.“Slow down Markov! Please! We're going to crash!” I yelled over the din of the wind roaring around us, my arms tightening around the hard V of the rogue’s midriff, but the horse seemed to move even faster!The asshole ignored me! I couldn't believe I was touching him, my chest mashed flat against his back until my skin tingled where we met.“Goddess please,” I croaked tearfully, my heart pounding as we sped th