A bead of sweat rolled down her back, and Dogara was surprised at the new feeling. She hadn’t broken a sweat in a thousand years, and it took climbing up a mountain top to do so. Heaving a sigh, she stared at the blanket laid out on the top, taking in the picnic basket. She hadn’t seen one in a thousand years. She definitely needed to start leaving the Icelands more.A gust of wind blew, knocking her off her feet. She would have fallen off, if Zikur didn’t catch her when he did. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Dogara tingled from where he touched her. This was madness. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way, but she couldn’t help but wish he wouldn’t let go. She realized then, that she liked it when he touched her.Shaking her head to get rid of the thought, she stepped out of his arms, and faced him.“Why did you bring me here?”“I thought we could enjoy the view together. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what your lands would look like from a mountain top?”She ha
“My lady, please forgive me.”I took another selfie, (the shit is amazing), uninterested in Mila’s apology.She had been apologizing since morning. Well it’s still morning, but I haven't answered her. Why can’t she take the hint and just let me be?The other concubines had left for the cathedral and now it just remained the servants, my entourage and I. I was a bit surprised that ‘Lady Igrith’ didn’t ask her guards to bound me up and drag me to the cathedral. But then again, I suppose she doesn’t want to get on Ruarc’s bad side.Speaking of entourage, where the fuck is Mujin?I have a lot of questions to ask him, but I haven’t seen him since. Mila might know where he’s hiding since she served him breakfast, but I didn’t want to talk to her. Talking to her means I have forgiven her, and I didn’t want to think I have. Sighing, I face my handmaiden and friend, calling her out, “Mila?”“Yes, my lady?”“Apologize one more time, and I’ll rip out your tongue, regardless of our shaky friendsh
“Do you want me to beat him for you?” A chuckle escapes my lips as I walk further down, toward the balcony. The wind hit me with full force and I held onto the railing to keep myself from falling. I could see the streets from up here and I was amazed at the snow-blanketed roofs and the Christmas lights that connected the residential houses. People walked in groups, chatting and laughing, unbothered by the snow that fell from the skies. It reminded me of Bluestone. Not the snow, but the unity among people. I sigh as Lukas’ letter comes to mind. I need to go back, but how? Thjis wouldn’t let me go easily, nor will Dogara, especially now I’m pregnant with her grandchild. Ugh! Everything is so messed up. Things can never go back to normal, so I am just going to make the most out of it. “No, I don’t need you to beat him for me Mujin.” “You sure? ‘Cause it seemed like you wanted to bury your fist in his face.” “Yeah, I want to but…” “But nothing. Do it Crinka. Maybe it will make you ha
Yes, there's a sequel for the book after all. I advise that you follow my Facebook page, Cool Lette, to know when this sequel will be available on Goodnovel. Now, enjoy the synopsis, and a little insight.Synopsis:Chaos.It has always been around, shimmering within the surface, waiting for someone or something to break the surface and set it free.And I just happened to be the perfect someone.I never meant to do it; it just sort of happened. Somehow, I had managed to set Sycamore free from the mental cage Sia had sentenced him to.And now, Ruarc’s surrender to his Lycan was also my fault. Honestly, taking the blame wasn’t going to change the fact that I have broken the surface.Chaos is here and I’m afraid it has come to stay.*****"I want her dead."These four words, spoken with chilling determination, sliced through the frigid air of the Icelands like a sharp blade. The speaker, Thjis, whose eyes were once filled with compassion, now harbored an unrelenting verdict that sent shiv
All I had to do was drive a stake through her heart and it would be all over. Father wouldn’t have to make the trip. The burden on our heads would be gone, and things would go back to being normal. The only disadvantage of her death, would be mine, and that of our son. Our son. I don’t want him to die, but he has to. I had to choose, and I chose her. But what does it matter now? I have been asked to kill her, and it would be treason on my path if I let her live. My weapon was sharpened, and all I had to do was kill her and be done with it. A slit at her throat or a stab to her heart. She wouldn’t see it coming, my blade, not when she’s fast asleep at the sweetheart garden, the moon casting a soft glow over her peaceful face. It’s funny that she can sleep so peacefully after the stunt she pulled. I envied her for a moment, envied her ability to sleep despite the shit that was happening around her. I jumped down from the horse, landing on my feet swiftly. Whipping out my blade, I
I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and happiness as my sword cleanly sliced Bennett's head off. I ignored the throbbing in my head, a familiar headache that came every time a pack member died. It would worsen when the adrenaline died down, but none of that mattered now. What mattered was the joy I had felt putting a pack member in his place. I clapped my hands, drawing their undivided attention toward me. As usual, I ignored the glares, looks of disgust, and stoic expressions. They didn't affect me and never would, no matter how much effort was involved. "So, does anyone else want to join him? Your death would be less painful. I promise." "Don't make promises you can't keep, Mara." "Don't call me that," I sneered. Joe, my father's younger brother who had been mateless all his life and one of those men who thought a woman's place was in the kitchen and, well, in his bed. He pushed through the throng of angry pack members. I wouldn't blame them. This was the third body this w
Cold. That's how my surroundings had become ever since the rogue had opened his eyes. Their total blankness scared me. I wanted to run, but the intensity of his gaze, and the need to see more than his eyes, rooted me in place. No color, just like water. But I had seen. His eyes weren't as colorless as they appeared to be. Now and then a purple dot would appear. He is having an inner turmoil, which is what I tell myself every time that dot appears. The eyes always tell you how a person feels, but not his eyes. His eyes leave you frustrated because you can't see. His eyes are like staring at a glass of water, desperately trying to find something, anything in that liquid of nothingness. Another thing I couldn't explain was the internal heat I felt after I had seen his eyes. It was like my body was on fire, the familiar feeling of heat, but this type had me wondering. You don't go into heat until you have found our mate, and neither did m wolf and I recognize this man a
"Alpha, he has spoken." Trying not to sound enthusiastic even though I am, I said, "Really, what did he say?" Bradley looked anywhere else but me. He was either frightened by my appearance or nervous, probably both. "Not much." 'Not much', said a lot, but I would let it slide, mostly because he was the last in Bennett's line. While he waited for a response like my good PA, I cleared my desk, shoving folders and envelopes into a corner. That would come back and bite me in the arse, but there were more important things to deal with, taking my frazzled appearance as an example. "Bradley, do you have a mirror?" He seems startled by my question but quickly recovered his cool like the perfect gentleman he was. "No, alpha, but I can get one for you." "And disappear for the rest of the day?" Standing up, I planted myself in front of him, making sure he got a good look at me, I continued. "No Bradley, it doesn't work that way. Now tell me how do I look?" His look was one of