Bowden I wake up in the forest with Kaiya curled up in my arms. She moans softly and cuddles in closer to me, sliding her soft body across mine, sending charged little bolts of electricity running up and down my spine. I’m not stupid enough to think this means that she has forgiven me. Our wolves took control last night and did Goddess only knew what. They don’t care about the politics and games we play with each other, all they care about is their mates. I’m covered in a thick sheen of drying blood, but the only blood on Kaiya is transfer from my body to hers. She’s has Dorian’s ugly necklace clenched in her hand. Her hair is knotted and messy, with twigs and leafs woven through the tangles. Even now, dirty and covered in blood, I find her irresistible and I have to fight with everything I have not to wake her with a kiss. There was no controlling my Lycans last night. Even as I handed down the Alphas’ punishments, I knew that it wouldn’t be enough for them. They wanted those trea

KaiyaI stare at my image in the mirror. So much has happened since, and it seems so long ago now, that I can scarcely believe it's actually happening.I turn this way and that, still gaping at myself in sheer disbelief. It's difficult to bring my past and present together. I can hardly believe that I'm looking at the same person that just over two weeks ago struggled to get herself out of bed so she could work a double shift to pay for her broken down old car. They don't look the same, and they don't feel the same.The bodice of the gown is plain and undecorated just as I wanted it. The neckline is high enough to hide Bowden’s mark, and from the waist, the gown cascades into a voluminous skirt, the layers upon layers of diaphanous fabric floating around me like cloud.The skirt shimmers like diamonds when it catches the light, casting an ethereal glow around me, and my hair falls down my back in soft curls, pinned back and away from my face with purple wild flowers.This is exactly w

Bowden The moment I put Kaiya down, she drops her shoes and stumbles past me right to the bedroom. I watch her go with a little smile on my face. The bottom of her white dress is filthy, and she’s wrinkled from top to toe. It’s difficult to believe that she was raised as an Alpha’s daughter. No matter what pack she belongs to, or how they treat their she-wolves, an Alpha’s daughter is usually considered to be above every other female, and they are raised to behave like little princesses. My mate is behaving like she grew up in a cave or with a feral pack like Stone Wood. “Bowden,” she calls from the bedroom. I unstick myself and follow her tired voice. She’s standing in front of the mirror at my dressing table, swaying from side-to-side. She’s not drunk, but the wine definitely didn’t help her current state. “Do you need help?” I ask. She looks over her shoulder at me with her sleepy eyes. My mouth runs dry and my heart bottoms out. She is a mess with her make-up slightly smeared,

Kaiya Bowden charges into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him with such impressive force that dust and bits of plaster rain down on the floor He spares a single glance my way utters a single word, "Fuck," and storms past me to the bedroom.Frowning, I switch off the television and follow him to his room, reaching him just in time to hear him be violently sick. I knock on the door and ask him the same question he asked me last night. "Are you all right?"“Yes. Don't come in here.”“You realise I've cleaned all manner of bodily fluids in my time, right? A little vomit isn't going to bother me.”“Kaiya, for the love of the Goddess, now is not the time.” "Let me help-" "Oh, Goddess," he says and throws up again. "Okay," I say. "If me helping hurts so much you throw up, I'll leave you alone."A moment later, he flushes the toilet, and I hear him brush his teeth. Another minute goes by before he exits the bathroom and just stares at me.His eyes that are usually so calm are

Bowden “Please!” the Omega begs. “Alpha Orion ordered me to do it. I had no other choice.” “What’s your name?” “Armin.” “All right, Armin. Why did Alpha Orion order you to poison me?” “Not you. The queen. I'm just an Omega, he doesn't tell me shit.” Frowning, I return to the food trolley and lift the other plate’s dome. This food smells clean, uncorrupted. “Why were you so sure the queen would eat the poisoned food?” “I was going to serve it to her myself?” "Okay," I decide to switch gears. It was stupid asking him why Orion wants Kaiya dead anyway - I wouldn't trust the Omega werewolves in my castle with that kind of information either. “Tell me why you burning down the city?” The Omegas wild eyes flit around the room. “He listens,” the Omega whispers. “I know that,” I say and lift up one of several black boxes set up around the suite. “That’s why we use these.” “What are those?” Kaiya asks. “Audio jammers. It interferes with the listening devices.” “Oh,” she looks at th