All Chapters of Dark Wolf King (Wolves Of The Night Book 3): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

In the afterglow, he cleaned me up, then wrapped me tightly in the bigger of the two cloaks and held me closer. We stayed like that for some time, dozing and enjoying the brief window of privacy we had. With his breath ghosting over my temple, I drifted, my thoughts always returning back to the question of our future.Maybe it’d be something like this. Maybe we’d go on a run, and fall into each others’ arms in the woods, except maybe afterward, we’d have kids of our own.It was an intimidating thought. It made me nervous, and made me curl closer to Elias. But I couldn’t shake it, and I found I didn’t really want to.4“This so exciting,” Adora said, nearly skipping as she led us through the bustling streets of Efra. “This is going to be such an incredible journey. All the way to Cruora! I never even imagined!”“Let’s not announce it at such a high volume, please,” Fina said with a fond roll of her eyes.“We don’t even know who will be traveling,” I said. “Nothing has been set in ston

After a few hours of research and far too many cups of tea, Fina straightened up, her nose in a thin leatherbound book. “Reyna, listen to this.”I looked up, blinking dizzily from where I was peering closely at a fading coastline of Shianga.“More attacks today,” she read aloud. “The Fae in the stables broke into the house and slaughtered the Duke and his mistresses. Efforts to stop the uprisings have only made them worse… I fear this will soon become a war.”“What is that?” I asked. “What are you reading?”“It’s an old journal from Shianga,” she said. “Someone rich. It was in the things Enet gave you. ‘The Fae are mad,’ she continued. ‘They kill dragons indiscriminately. They do not listen to reason. Even my friends, it’s as if their minds have been taken over by their Queen.’”Fina kept thumbing through the journal. “According to this, there was a massive attack on the dragons that ended with Draunar’s father and his court rounding up all the Fae they could find and slaughtering the

“I was hammering out the details of the convoy to Cruora with the council this morning,” Elias said. “Some of them still consider it a waste of time and resources. The agreement is that it will be a small convoy. A very small one.”“Okay,” I said, “how small do you mean?”He sighed. “It’s not the way I’d prefer to go about it. But I do believe it’s important that you lead the convoy yourself, since it was your idea.”“That’s what I’d prefer,” I said.“I know,” he said with a smile, “but a small convoy is dangerous.”“Then don’t send her,” Kodan said. “I’ll go.”“In an ideal world, that’s what I’d do,” Elias admitted, “not because I don’t trust your skills, Reyna, but because I hesitate to send the Queen out traveling when war looms on the horizon.”“I can handle myself,” I said.“That’s not in question,” Kodan said. “Could you handle an army who wanted to kidnap you? The truth of the matter is someone like me is less valuable. A loss that wouldn’t risk the stability of Frasia.”“Kodan

He pulled back just enough to smooth his palm over the pink mark, where it’d be easy enough to hide under my dresses, but I’d know it was there.“Gorgeous,” he growled.I never wanted it to fade.Elias took his time after that. He kissed over my breasts, my ribs, my quivering belly, all while his hands roamed possessively over whatever skin he could touch: my arms, my hands, my thighs. The attention made me shift and moan. It was overwhelming, but at the same time, it wasn’t enough.He kissed my hip, then looked up at me, golden eyes bright with amusement and pleasure.“Please,” I whispered as I carded my fingers through his dark hair. I couldn’t ask — but I did spread my legs wider, inviting him closer to my center.Elias dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my thighs. He exhaled a sound like a low growl, and I knew from the tiny crackle in the air that his wolf was close to the surface. The knowledge raced through me. Just being close to me could draw the animal out. It made me fe

I couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen. As soon as I’d realized he was watching, I’d leapt to my feet and rushed forward to greet him and bow. I’d never been supposed to prioritize training — it was something my father had turned a blind eye to.As he led me back to the manor with a hand firm on my shoulder, I’d expected him to chastise me or send me to lessons in a cold voice. But he’d simply said: “You fight well, Reyna.”It was the only time my father had ever said anything about my training at all. I kept the memory like a cherished but useless amulet. There was no reason for me to miss my father at all, not after all the horrible things he’d done to me and to the wolves of Nightfall — and yet still the memory made my chest ache. The memory of the one time my father might have been proud of me.“Go easy on me, please,” Adora said as she moved closer to Barion with the same hesitation as one might have as you approached a bear.“Not easy,” Barion said, grinning, “but fai