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Bride of the Beast Chapter Forty Three
HECTOR“Halt!” I boomed, raising a clenched fist as the noise of chariots deadened to silence behind me, the only sound breaking the quiet being the whistle of the soft draft that swirled dried-up leaves across the path, and the metallic clang of the footmen's armor.A stretch of silence ensued as I peered into the fog, a lock of my waist-length gray hair flying into my face before I whipped it back, unsettled.Silence.“What's wrong?” Kalden’s frantic whisper came as his brown horse marched up beside mine, and I risked a glance at the woman he had cradled behind him, suppressing the bitter tang that barbed my chest.I raked my eyes across the landscape once more. The hills had leveled to a cluster of birch trees and intertwined foliage some while ago so that the winding dirt path was now surrounded by sticks of ash and black forest.“I could have sworn I saw...Never mind, it was probably -” I sighed, gasping and whipping my head violently to the side as a silver-tipped arrow whizzed
Bride of the Beast Chapter Forty Four
HECTOR BAYES“Nola! No!” I bellowed, leaping up to the carriage with a loud thunk to grip the woman's hand a second too late before she brought the sword down on the creature’s neck and I watched on in horror, my hands going around her waist and pulling her away a split second before I heard the loud snapping of the creature’s mouth falling closed, the sound of teeth connecting with flesh.“Nola!” I gasped as blood spurted from both extremities, one the black gooey ink of the creature’s substance, and the other was the thick viscose of werewolf blood.I felt it, the point when the chaos on the dirty path deadened to silence, and all eyes turned to face us as the creature fell to the dust path with a thundered gurgle, the slack mountain of its ashy jaws falling open to reveal the large stalagmites of yellowed canines with the hint of a stub of pale neck flesh peeking through the gaps in its teeth.The girl went rigid in my hands, before doubling over to vomit over the sill of the carri
Bride of the Beast Chapter Forty Five
NOLA REYNOLDSThe weight in my stomach churned almost painfully when I closed my eyes and the picture of Mary’s puckered stump of head came unbidden to rest under my eyelids until I snapped them open.I could still see that her head had been bitten through by the yellowed pikes until the balls of her eyes sagged outward.I'd done that, me.“The creature bit her head off when it went into rigor,” A sullen-looking woman came up to press a wet towel to my head sometime after the Lycan had released me to look over the prisoners.We had taken some in the clash, and I watched the contorted frame of their bodies as some of the iron nettle-armored guards poked them into the metal cage that had been fastened to the raft behind the food carriage.I nodded briefly in acknowledgment, settling on the thick bark of a fallen tree branch as she patched me up, the line of maidens beside me scooting away when I settled in, as though whatever accident disease I had was contagious. I didn't blame them o
Bride of the Beast Chapter Forty Six
HECTORThe woman from the village pushed me again, so much so that I felt the distinct shape of her puckered nipples through the black Muslim fabric of my loose-fitting dress shirt.I inhaled a reflexive breath before leaning forward, the tent in my groin pushing stubbornly in disagreement with the heavy bulk of my pants.Why was she doing this? Why wasn’t I stopping her?“Nola,” I groaned when she leaned into me again, darting out her tongue to lick my ear that was peeking through my hair so that I jerked in shock. The hard rod of my shaft lurched and strained against my pants pleasantly until I felt my wolf getting ready, getting excited.I could see that some of the horseback riders were taking surreptitious glances at us, snapping their head away when they thought I’d caught them looking.I turned to glance at the woman and realized her eyes had glazed over, hooded over the black eyelashes, she was fluttering at me.“What- what are you doing to me?” Nola gasped, wrapping her arms
Bride of the Beast Chapter Forty Seven
NOLA“Eyes peeled Reynolds, we're almost to the mountain city,” The Lycan growled and I heaved a ragged breath behind him, cutting my eyes at the broad line of his back and biting down on the urge to lunge at the back of his head with a wooden oar.If I peeled my eyes any wider than they already were I was almost certain they would dry up and fall out of my sockets.The boom of thunder rumbling through the overcast darkness of the sky above further added to the foreboding I was sure rattled through the workers and remaining footmen as only the shuffle of iron feet and hooves broke the silence.“How much longer till we get to the city gates.” I groaned after a bout of quiet had passed and the Lycan heaved another tired sigh.“Only a few hours Nola,” Hector cooed and then grumbled something about hot-headed imps who lacked patience.I could hear the soft lull of whispered conversations that floated from the troops ahead of us as we broke out from the line of pink-petaled bonsai trees a
Bride of the Beast Chapter Forty Eight
HECTOR“Where are you going, Nola?” I groaned but the woman just shook her head wordlessly.It was the second time she’d stopped smack dab in the middle of the procession.“You’re going to get a fly in your mouth at this rate.” I chuckled, looking down at the woman who had jumped off the horse the minute she saw the city lights, slack-jawed with wonder.We were almost to the city gates, and I could tell, even from the distance, that the city had not woken up yet, the yellow of my wolf eyes picking off the triangular metal heads of the watch rower guards that were nodding away with sleep.The crack of thunder rumbling overhead was just about as ferocious as my digestive juices that were currently chipping away the muscular walls of my empty stomach.The Alpha always eats first, but what did the old boy do?I let the maidens have the leftover food for the remainder of our voyage.I’d gotten only a glimpse of what the green-eyed imp looked like when she was hungry and the small pouch of
Bride of the Beast Chapter Forty Nine
NOLAThe Lycan was way too quiet for whatever was happening to have been a prank.”Maybe another entrance?” One of the guards murmured and the heavy grate of the iron bars rolled upwards noisily just as the words fell from his lips so that I watched as the workers threw surprised looks at each other.”Eyes peeled, something’s not right here.” Hector breathed, before barreling head-first through the gates, his white-blonde head of hair brushing so close to the jagged nails of the mouth of the gate that I quite feared the iron bars would come down on his head with a vengeance.“Eyes peeled bitch! If you can keep them off the King.” Sarah spat caustically, her voice low and dripping with malice I hadn’t believed her capable of as she sauntered past, the full girth of her hips sashaying after I'd whipped my head to face her retreating backside.”Nola,” Kalden drawled in warning, falling into step beside me as I opened my mouth to wire a barbed comeback to the annoying blonde woman, effec
Bride of the Beast Chapter Fifty
HECTOR BAYESThe werewolves inside the stone castle bowed so low I was sure at least one of the many kissed their feet as I wordlessly strode past.“Welcome back your highness,” They chorused and I threw a cursory glance around the gritty foyer, to see the food trucks and horsemen’s carriages that filled the large space. The brown springy hat of the scribes bobbed up and down as they curtsied, before stumbling in through the side entrance to the castle throne room, the stack of books on their spindly arms tethering dangerously.The castle court was a large, chess-piece-shaped square building with gold railings wired through the walls and on the sides, the large redwood of the double doors falling open just before I passed through the opening.“Y-your highness, you're back s-so soon?” Rudolf screeched, breaking away from the pink-tinted glass table where the lot had been sitting with enough force that the portly elder almost toppled over his chair.”Y-your highness...oh-” One of the wr
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