Zane, Zane, Zane. He is one sneaky fellow, isn't he?
I momentarily snapped out of my puzzled daze when I saw Beta Darius saunter majestically to my beloved mate and bowed deeply to the Lycan King who still carried me gently like a newborn in his arms. When he rose up and saw me, his face turned a concerning shade of blue, then red, and then white as a sheet. Staring blankly with a slack jaw, he stood frozen in place, and his eyes darted around wildly. Poor thing, he managed to look constipated and also look like he was seeing a vision of the Seven Red Hells. "You –you…uh your highness." "I– Is she –?" He was unable to complete his question. The sound of Zane's voice from his chest sounded like a lullaby to my wounded soul, "Darius, she's my mate. My long-awaited mate." He almost choked on his spit, "Uhm, ahem, er, excuse me, your highness. I….uhm have to tend to some urgent personal matters." He bowed deeply one more time, "Welcome back home again, my King," and with a stiffer bow to me, "my lady," He choked out. I watched him w
Alpha Zane's POV The door to my study shut with a quiet click behind me. No one else dared entered here. I crossed the room, my steps slow and deliberate, but hesitant as they itched to go back to my mate's sleeping form lying comfortably on our bed. Sleep was not something I did often, I'm constantly in too much pain for that. I barely slept due to my curse but even at that, I embraced this one aspect of being cursed because I used my nighttime for deeper, and more complex matters that I couldn't do when prying eyes that hovered around during the day came. Long silver locks and ice blue eyes of a certain Luna filled my thoughts again. Warrick gave me a hard time about me not claiming her yet. I was equally impatient but I was also not an idiot. She was not in a state to handle that yet. The memory of Freya, scared and unsure, lips quivering and eyes brimming with tears sent fury crackling through me like a tidal wave. I welcomed its cold burn that seared me from the inside ou
Freya's POVHis tongue ravaged me.Plundering me thoroughly and savagely like a brute, skilled rogue war raider.Heat and moisture pooled at my core and slicked down my legs like liquid fire.Unlike the last time we kissed, this was raw and passionate, rough and sensual, like he was exposing his deepest, inner self to me. This sent me tumbling and spiralling out of the bounds of my sexual limits.I suckled on his tongue and bit it. Hard.He groaned - I relished the sound, I felt an immense heady contentment in knowing that I could make the Lycan King of Adivaine, moan like that - and pushed himself onto me.Through the slim barrier of his clothes, I felt the full, hard length of his cock digging into my belly.My, was he big.My mouth dried at the thought of what he planned to use that cock to do to me.The way he gripped the back of my neck, his addictive taste plus our scents mixing thickly in the dense air, was making me grow dizzy with lust.Our ragged inhales and sighed exhales w
Freya's POV What in all of the seven hells was this? I struggled to pick my jaw from the floor as I stared blankly at the what was in front of me. Drawings, scraps, marks, names here and there, papers, shreds of clothing, talons, teeth, and to my horrible shock - an earlobe! If I didn't know any better, I would conclude that this was a shrine to some strange, foreign god. Question marks were popping up everywhere in my head. "I-I reached out for you in my sleep and I didn't feel you there, then I came out and saw you and your messenger going down the stairs, so I followed." The silence that ensued after my unsteady outburst was thick with suspicion from me. The study was bathed in the orange glow of the flickering candlelight and it appeared to form a halo around his head. What a fitting irony. A fallen angel in his true element. He stared at me, his expression unreadable but there was a steely glint in his eyes. "We need to talk, Freya." Sure as hell we do! "Okay." He p
Beta Darius's POV "How can I trust you?" My voice boomed with a false confidence I didn't feel. The cove was ghost-quiet except for the crunch of dried autumn leaves under my feet and the haunting screech of owls at the foot of the cove. The blinding darkness reached into my lungs and squeezed mercilessly, making breathing a Herculean task. Jittery nerves shot to my feet like a bolt of lightning and turned them to jelly. I hoped to the Moon Mother that these disgraceful nerves didn't burst to the surface and betray the brave expression I hoped looked convincing enough on my face. I let out a shaky breath, "Say something. I have come from a far distance," My heart was in my throat, threatening to leap out. A low, crisply accented voice sliced through my thoughts like the edge of a blade from behind me. "The Lycan Beta of Adivaine, Beta Darius. Am I correct?" My head snapped around so sharply in shock, a jolt of pain zapped through my neck. Where the fuck did she come out from
Alpha's Zane's POV Howls pierced the air as we stepped through the dividing doors, welcoming the presence of their king and queen. I didn't remember this event being such a big affair but then it's been thirty years. My eyes took in the whole occasion. There were fifty packs in the entire kingdom of Adivaine. Each pack gave up their best and most skillful werewolf to the royal guard selection process. Five neat rows of impressive-looking and eager, young pups bowed as I appeared with my luna draped on my arm. I stole a glance at her one more time. Her pale skin glowed in the dark with her silver hair scattered in wild curls, framing her face beautifully. She could as well be the Moon Mother herself. Fierce possessiveness burned in my chest. Freya was mine. She was my queen and - I let my gaze wander down her slim, curvy figure - she definitely looked the part. The urge to cancel the guard selection process so that I could sweep her off her feet, take her into my chambers an
Luna Freya's head lay in the Lycan King, Alpha Zane's lap, as she slept. Delta Burke shot up to his feet as fourteen out of twenty of the earlier dispatched recruits floundered in on wobbly feet. Some of their counterparts that came out stronger were supporting those that couldn't hold themselves up. The Alpha Lycan king's gaze searched the disheveled mess of recruits for Logan. His real target. A glimmer of a smile touched his face upon seeing Logan. He looked less alive than a dead person. His brow quirked up at the young male holding him up. He recognized him as the lad his mate, Freya, had saved earlier the night before. "Now," everyone jumped - Delta Burke's voice even that early in the morning was louder than the cry of a female in labor - "our valiant recruits have returned." "But oh what a pitiful sight you lot make. What terrible thing did you encounter in that forest?" Luna Freya stirred awake from her position on the king's lap and sat upright as she yawned, confu
Freya's POV "Release them," I calmly commanded the pale skinned guard that was permanently stationed at the entrance to the servant quarters in Beta Darius's wing of the castle. He looked up at me and his pale face turned as white as a leper, his hands tremoring like they were a mass of quivering jelly. I gave him my sweetest smile, "You remember me, don't you, pup?" His sword clattered to the rough ground as he fell flat on his face immediately, begging me to take his life. "I have committed high treason against her Royal highness. Kill me for I don't deserve to draw another breath." Oh, please, not another fear-forced appeal to be killed. I've had my fill of that to last a generation. I wondered for a moment if he said this because he meant it, or because of Krayne's tall, imposing form behind me. I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. The utmost least he could do was spare me all that shit stinking nonsense. It stank to the high heavens. I sighed, bored. "Just get up and release t