All Chapters of Primal Wolf King (Wolves Of The Night Book 2): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I wrapped my hand around his nape and pulled him down for a kiss. Even if he couldn’t forgive me, or even fully understand me, I knew from the pain in his eyes that he still cared about me. Loved me. And I loved him, too, even though I’d left him alone in Shianga.His lips met mine. Softly at first. Just the barest touch of my lips against his, and for a moment the stiffness made me think he might pull back and shove me away.But then it was as if something inside him snapped. He growled low and possessive in his chest, then wrapped his arm around my waist and hauled me flush against him. His other hand raked through my hair; he kissed me so hard I bent back with the force of it. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and moaned into the kiss, a sound of desire and relief both. My wolf was just as pleased as I was, close to the surface, heightening the sensations. It felt like it’d been years since I’d kissed him. Now I couldn’t get enough, chasing his lips, deepening the kiss, eve

“When I was leaving, he woke up. I couldn’t let him see the scales, so I told him I was just…checking on him. That I wanted to see him.”Elias nodded.“He invited me into his bed. I told him to wait until he was better rested, since he was so injured and exhausted. Hoping to the gods that the spell worked so I wouldn’t have to see that promise through.” I propped my chin on my knees. “He demanded a kiss, and I gave it.”“You kissed him,” Elias growled.I nodded. I couldn’t meet his eyes.“That foul beast,” he said. Rage radiated off him in waves. “I can only hope the Fae queen keeps him alive so I can slaughter him myself for what he did.”“Can I ask you something?” I asked.The anger was still palpable in the air, but he nodded.“When I was in his room, I had a knife on me,” I said. “To pry the scales he was shedding off. And when I was done and I had them, there was a moment when I had the knife in my hand and I realized I could slit his throat. Right there. I was trying to decide i

Elias nodded. “Regardless of how you feel about him now, no woman should have to see the man who raised her slaughtered.”“He didn’t raise me,” I said, my voice hard.Elias looked up, curious.“He barely spoke to me,” I said. “I was never good enough for him—never ladylike enough, too opinionated, too cold. Barion is the one who raised me. The duke always seemed like he didn’t want anything to do with me.” I chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “I guess that much was true.”“You’d see him pay for his crimes?” Elias asked.“I’d do it myself,” I said. “If given the opportunity.”Now it was Elias’ turn to chuckle. He set his hand at my hip and tugged me in between the open spread of his legs. Then he took the mug of coffee from my hand and took a sip. I huffed in faux indignation.“Would you actually?” he asked.I knew he was thinking of the cave, of my hand wrapped around the knife, hesitating as I looked down at Draunar.“I would,” I said. “With you at my side. Knowing it wasn’t jus

“Prepare to move out,” he said. “We’ll traverse the tunnels under cover of darkness. The traitor will be dead before dawn.”More hoots and howls of agreement and thrill. It wasn’t much of a speech—but these wolves didn’t need much encouragement. These were the finest wolves Frasia had to offer.The outcropping of boulders by the lake concealed a pit, which contained a simple wooden ladder descending into the depths. Elias went down first, carrying a single torch. Then Ealric and Kodan, a few more wolves, and then finally Fina and myself.As I descended, nerves began to crawl up my spine. The tunnel was strangely familiar, deeply dark and rough-hewn, with only the flicker of Elias’ torch ahead to illuminate the path. The light cast the soldiers ahead of me in shadow. I crept quietly behind them, feet soft on the dirt.The tunnel stretched for what felt like miles. I had no idea how long I walked for, quiet and tense with nerves. It must’ve been hours. Finally, we stopped walking where

Daybreak guards emerged from the side doors, stumbling like they’d just been woken from a nap. Rodthar cast them an irritated look, then held a hand up to hold them back. Behind us, our battalion of wolves bared their teeth at the guards, ready to strike if necessary.“You were supposed to be a little treat for the King of Shianga,” he hissed. “How in the gods’ name did you end up back here?”“What?” I asked. My rage was shot through with confusion. “How do you know about that?”Duchess Alana sighed and took a sip of her wine. “Did you really think we were uninformed of the negotiations in Shianga?” she asked. “Of course we had to keep an eye on things ourselves, too.”“In what way, Duchess?” Elias hissed. He spoke the title with such vitriol—I couldn’t imagine how it might sound if he had called her ‘mother.’“Frasia belongs to Daybreak,” Rodthar said with cold venom in his voice. “Your father took the throne from us dishonorably, and went crazy for his trouble. I’ve known since the