He pours himself some scotch, barely looking at me as he asks, “Is it what you want?”“I want the mating pact between Ashton Daniels and I dissolved. I want it dissolved or else—” Or else, what? I’ll leave the pack forever? They can’t force me to stay, but the thought of trying to live in the human world on my own, without my father’s financial support, terrifies me.“Never resort to ultimatums, Bailey,” he says calmly. “It puts you in a weak position and ends a negotiation.”“It’s not a negotiation. It’s just…I can’t be with him. The thought of the mating ceremony alone disgusts me.” My face gets hot talking about it in front of him. I quickly add, “And I don’t want to have to live with him and be the mate he wants me to be.”Tears roll down my cheeks and I swipe them away, but the words I don’t want to say, the ones I haven’t dared myself to even think, force their way out, pushed by my panic. “I’m afraid.”Now that I’ve acknowledged my fear, the full force of it grips me. Sheer ter
I arch up as his sucking kisses move across my collarbones and chest, grind my pelvis against him in desperation. My panties are soaked, my pussy aching with need that only intensifies when his mouth closes over my nipple. He grazes me with his teeth and I shout, long past moaning. I don’t care if every thrall in the mansion hears me. All I want is for Nathan to know how he affects me, how much I want him, how totally I’ll surrender my will, my dignity, everything I have if he’ll just take me right here and now.Sparks of sensation race through my blood at every sweep of his tongue over my tightly drawn up flesh, and when he turns his attention to my other breast, I swear my cunt flutters the way it does when I come from touching myself. It’s not enough to satisfy my craving for him.“I smelled you,” he groans against me. “The night of the full moon. I hunted for you. I knew you wouldn’t be there, but I searched for you. Your scent was inescapable. Maddening. What were you doing?”“Ma
I try not to think about that as the maître d’ leads me through the dimly lit main floor, to a round banquette of soft ivory leather. Ashton waits there, his coppery hair combed back and brushing the collar of his expensive suit jacket. He rises with a broad smile, takes my hands and kisses my cheek. “I almost gave up on you.”I wish you would. I physically bite my tongue to keep from saying it. “I’m sorry. I got turned around on the way here.”He frowns as we slide into our seats. “You drove yourself?”“Mmhm,” I affirm through my closed lip smile.“You shouldn’t have.” His concern is infantilizing and infuriating.“Why not?” I tilt my head and pick up the wine list that was left for us on the table. There’s a reason I drove myself tonight: the car is a good excuse not to go home with him. After all, I can’t just leave a Bentley in a parking garage overnight, even at a pack-owned establishment.“Toronto is a dangerous city,” he says, as if I didn’t live in London for five years on my
“I—”“You don’t actually know me.” Now that the dam has broken, I can’t hold back the flood of rage I’m feeling. “You don’t know anything about me.”“I’d like to get to know you,” he says, too baffled to shut me up.“After we’re mates, right? When you can rearrange all the little bits of me?”“Of course not!”I shake my head and keep my voice low and neutral so we don’t cause a scene. Not here, at a restaurant owned by a pack member. It’s too full of eyes and furry fucking ears. “If you knew me at all, you’d know I don’t spend hours upon hours in libraries. I hate libraries. I hate reading. I’ve tried to do as little as possible since we left school.”“Noted, then,” he tries to appease me.But I don’t stop there. “You would know that Negril is the last place I would want to vacation because I sunburn through eighty SPF sunblock, and I loathe sand. And the thing that would make me happiest in my life? Would be staying as far away from my parents as possible.”“Negril is far away,” he s
Nathan doesn’t contact me for a full week.The preparations for my mating ceremony have hit crisis mode. Mother, Clare, and Tara fret over the morning-after celebration. Everything from the guest list to the centerpieces have to be perfectly correct to hopefully erase the stain of What I Did.I try my best to participate, if only to keep up the pretense that I’ll be marrying Ashton.His threats haunt me. Nightmares of desperately trying to run from him, only to be dragged back to the pack kicking and screaming have me waking up in a cold sweat nightly. I’m constantly exhausted and on-edge, and people are noticing.“The bags under your eyes,” Mother says at dinner one night, making a quiet tutting noise in lieu of finishing the thought.“I haven’t been sleeping well.” Because of you, because of what Father agreed to. Because of the pack and the fact that I’m a prisoner.“Ma’am?” Hudson steps into the dining room, followed by two thrall soldiers with the royal seal sewn onto their Kevla
Nathan doesn’t answer him. He just pronounces the sentence. “All of your material assets are forfeit to the pack. You and your immediate family will be remanded into the custody of the royal guard and taken to a place of exile, where you will remain for no less than one century.”I’ve never been shot, but I know in my soul that it’s less painful that the blow Nathan has just delivered. My sister. I’ve just come home, just gotten her back, and now Nathan is banishing her?He sentences Julien and Clare to the same, and my chest aches with agonizing pressure. My sisters…gone. We may live much longer than mortals, but a century is still an eternity to be parted from them.Three families receive a reprieve from banishment but not from the loss of their bank accounts, their houses, their cars, their seats on the council. Another receives twenty-five years of banishment but retains their home and business. Nathan is ruthless in his edicts, ignoring the shouts of outrage from the condemned.N
Father looks to Mother, then to me, before he stammers, “W-what about banishment, Your Majesty?”“Would you like to be banished?” Nathan asks coolly. “What about you, Mr. Daniels? Is that a punishment you believe you all deserve?”None of them answer. If a feather drifted through the air and brushed up against the ceiling, we would hear it. And Nathan lets us sweat in that silence.“I’m an outsider. It’s not a secret,” Nathan says, his piercing gray eyes fixing on my father. “But you, Thomas. You fought harder for me to assume this position than any council member. What could have changed, that you now think of me as a threat to your pack’s independence?”I think back to the night in the ballroom, the hushed conversations and whispers that Nathan had come to take the Toronto pack for Greater London. If Father believes that, he must have some reason.“But would I seize my queen’s throne?” Nathan asks. “Perhaps a marriage pact between your daughter and I will convince you that I am not
The ceilings are taller here, and cathedral style, in contrast to any of the other rooms I’ve seen. Thick wooden beams held in place by heavy bolts cross high above our heads, and a huge stone fireplace dominates the space. There are chairs and a couch, a coffee table, and some other furniture, all of it in heavy, dark wood. It’s beautiful, but a prison is still a prison, even if it looks like a minimalist interior designer built a Medieval Times restaurant.“Hello, Ms. Dixon,” a chipper voice says behind me, and I turn to see another thrall, this one thankfully unarmed—as far as I can tell—and dressed like a normal person. She’s white, with a face that looks like what it feels like to get pinched, and peachy-blonde hair pulled back in a tight, low ponytail. “I’m Amanda. I’m here to help you in any way that I can.”“How the fuck do you think you’re going to help me?” I blurt.She blinks rapidly and throws her arm out toward a pointed arch doorway. “Your bedroom is this way.”We climb