Kaiya I sit cross-legged in front of the full-length mirror in my walk-in closet, blushing when I remember the king’s words to me a few hours ago. “Is that what you want?” he asked. “Do you want me to spank you?” I couldn’t answer him. The images that flashed through my head were too indecent to share, but it was as if he could see straight into my skull. “Because I’ll do it,” he said, his lips so close to mine that his breath tickled my skin. I tried to swallow past the hard lump in my throat, tempted to tell him yes, do it, but at last all I could manage was to shake my head. “Be careful what you wish for,” he said as he rose, not even trying to hide the bulge in his pants. “You barely know me, don’t know the depths of my depravity.” I hardly heard him. All I could think was that he was at least as turned on by the idea as I was. I wanted to tell him that I changed my mind, but it was already too late, he already turned his back on me, his hands clenched in tight fists by his si
Kaiya Bowden stalks towards me, looking at me like I’m a tasty snack, his eyes never leaving mine. He folds his fingers around my wrist, his grip strong enough to let me know that I’m not going to escape, yet gentle enough so as not to hurt me. My heart speeds up and my mouth runs dry. I hate this. I hate how much I crave him. His touch. Pornographic images tumble through my head, sending a wave of heat cascading through my body that settles between my legs as an urgent throb. My wolf starts to purr again, betraying my desires to the king. “Stop doing that,” I scold her. “Why?” she asks. “He’s our mate. He won’t care.” “I care!” I don’t want him to know that his touch alone is enough to picture myself as a porn star in my own little head movie. He gives me a knowing little smirk and caresses my skin with his thumb. I shudder and erupt with goosebumps. My reaction to his touch is so much more violent now that Elowen has awakened. “I told you exactly what it will be like to be mate
Bowden I stare death at Elias and Neil. “You lost her?” I ask, my tone low and dangerous. I’m so beyond fucking angry that I’m almost scaring myself. “How the hell did you manage to lose an entire person?” “She went into the dressing room to try on the gown for the ceremony, and she never came back out,” Elias says. “What about Clara? Where was she?” “She went with her...to help…” Neil’s voice trails off when he looks up at me. “Did I or did I not give instructions that she’s not to be alone with Clara?” I ask. “You did, King, but-” Elias glances at Neil and shrugs -“I…there were only males and…she asked for privacy, and…” he stops talking and kicks at the edge of my area rug with his dusty shoe. They were out all day yesterday and didn’t return last night. They only came back this morning when they realised they couldn’t track Kaiya down by themselves and they could no longer ignore my calls. “Goddess, fuck, you incompetent morons,” I holler at them. I am very close to losing
Bowden We stop outside a small B ‘n B well on the outskirts of the tiny hovel of Bedford. The place was surprisingly busy, busier than Claremont at any rate, and the conductor at the Bedford station told me that it was common to see tourists stream into the town on weekends, especially in summer. After a little prodding, he did admit to seeing Clara, but couldn’t remember Kaiya. “Oh yeah,” he said when I showed him Clara’s photo. “Fucking red-headed witch that one. Strange way of speaking. She kept saying someting about the king wanting to kill ‘er,” the elderly conductor leaned in closer. “Now I ain’t no expert on the matter, but I don’t see why the king would bother with the likes of ‘er. Bit too low class for ‘im, if you ask me.” I look over my shoulder at Griffin and Jaeger who are laughing behind their hands. The old man is talking about the human king, not me. “Do you know where they might have gone?” “No, but e’ery hotel is pretty solidly booked for the next several weekends
Kaiya Getting away from the two Lycans were easier than I thought it would be. They were relaxed, laughing and joking when I went to the dressing room with the flowy, multi-layered chiffon dress. It was Clara's idea to use that moment to escape. I was staring at myself in the beautiful, white, medieval style gown, still thinking that I looked like some kind of fairy princess, even imagining what I'd do with my hair, when my friend came into the dressing room. "There's a bathroom right outside," she whispered. "So?" I asked. "I thought we're running." I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I still wanted to go through with it, but when I saw the anguish on Clara's face, I decided to go with her. She needed me as much as I needed her. Clara helped me out of the dress, and when the tailor stepped out to get a measuring tape, we ran into the toilet, escaping through a small window above the basin. We masked our scent as much as we could using perfume Clara brought with her, and runni
KaiyaThe car ride home is quiet and uncomfortable. Griffin keeps glancing at me in the rearview mirror, a knowing little smile on his face, and every time Clara moves, her shackles rattles, fraying my already frazzled nerves just a little more.Bowden didn’t want to hang around at Sickle Moon's pack house. He was up well before sunrise and impatiently waited for the rest of the pack house to wake so we could get on the road.Since I didn't have any clean clothes, the pack's Luna, Marjorie, gave me some clothes, nothing too fancy this time as we didn’t spend the night with one of the most prosperous packs in the kingdom, and blessed me with a mate prayer before she turned very serious. “Are you afraid of the king?” she asked while I got dressed.I had no idea what happened to Bowden. He woke me and left. “I don’t know what to expect,” I said, “no one prepared me for being a mate. My mother died when I was young.”Luna Marjorie gave me a sad little smile. “That’s not what I meant…I mea
BowdenKaiya goes out of her way to ignore Clara on the rest of our way home. She wouldn't sit with her when we stopped for lunch, and now she won’t even look in her friend’s direction. From where I sit, I can see the liar’s gears turning, trying to come up with a story to defend herself.I was unaware of the magic she used to interfere with our bond until Elias texted me with the details. He took it upon himself to get as much information as possible while we went after them.By then it didn't matter anymore. I already had Kaiya and we were on our way to Sickle Moon, but now I have to figure out who helped Clara. The she-wolf herself is not a witch – I would have been able to sense her magic. She could just have gotten a freelancer on the internet, or it could be someone that's a real danger to my mate and her safety. Either way, I need to find out.The castle is dark and asleep by the time we return. Unlike last week when I showed up here with my new mate, Neil and his staff aren’t
BowdenKaiya looks at me for a long time, not saying a single word. At long last, she puts down her mug and says. “This sucks.”For a moment, I’m completely taken aback and have no idea what to say. I expected her to ask me why I went looking for her if I can’t love her. I even expected her to get angry with me.I was not prepared for her to accept things as they are without any fruther arguments or endless questioning. Perhaps she's simply accepting it because she now understand the consequences of denying the mate bond. “What does?” I ask.“This whole mate bond thing. All the wolves in the world, and The Fates had to go and mate me to you.”"I thought you don't believe in The Fates," I say dryly."Yeah well...what do I know?"“Hm,” I grunt with a smile. “Well, look on the bright side.""What's the bright side?""Things could have been worse. They could have fated you to a wolf like Dorian.”She shudders visibly and finally lifts the domes off our breakfast trays. “So after what happ