ELENA’S POVAlpha Anthony Gotham had appeared back in the palace like a puff of black smoke. His wild shock of black hair was rustled from his shift, falling over his eyes in a way that shadowed his hazel orbs almost frighteningly.A monster. It was the only way to describe him after what he had done, and yet, I could only see the broken man behind his bloodshot eyes.It was the same with Michael. The way his blue eyes slid away from mine like he was hiding something whenever we stared at each other.I had to do something! Something to draw our bond tighter than it had ever been before! I couldn't let the Alphas slip away from me again. I just couldn't.“Would you come with me? Please?” I whispered to Michael as some of the elders chatted with his brother.Blood rushed in my ears as I took in the heat of the man’s body behind mine, aware that things could go very wrong if he made a mistake.If he lost control.I would be trapped.“Focus Elena!” I panted inwardly.I could feel Anthony
MICHAEL GOTHAMThe woman’s beauty as she lay in the lowly-lit room was breathtaking. Her dark hair was spread out like a waterfall around her body, half-hidden by the fluffy white sheets that curved around her nude body like a lover’s hands.“Beautiful,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her forehead as the wonderful thrill of our lovemaking hummed like a live wire between us.My hands still warmed from the hot towels I had pressed against her aching body, reveling in her moans and grunts of pleasure as she sighed dreamily on the bed.“Is that all? She asleep?” Anthony hedged behind me, I could sense his hard body behind me, looking over my shoulder at our mate who was sprawled out in her sleep on the bed before us.“Yes.” I gritted through clenched teeth, shifting away from Elena so that my brother’s hard body could settle on the bed beside her.None of us spoke for several beats, and only the sound of our ragged breathing filled the room as we stared at her, a mix of worry and satisfa
MICHAEL GOTHAMKlein Markov took his time before responding, seeming to enjoy the silence as much as it annoyed me.“Lovely morning for tea isn't it? I don't suppose one of your servants would be so kind as to bring up a jug of hibiscus tea to me? They don't offer that where your brother has me lodged you know? And the room is a bit tight, that how you treat all your guests or just the rogues?” He rambled, fiddling with his long black claws that glinted unnaturally in the yellow haze of the sunlight filtering in through the trees.“I don't suppose you called me here for tea and gossip. Make it quick rogue, I am not your friend.” I snarled harshly, and the strained smile dropped from the man’s face like shit from a clenched bum.“Very well then. It's about our deal, Your Highness. I say our expeditions went pretty well, don't you think? It's time for me to collect,” He said, rising to his full height so that we were at eye level with each other.I was not scared of the man, and yet, I
CARLA WINEHOUSEElena Wolfe was pregnant. I could hardly believe it and yet, the words had been clear as day on the maid’s lips.My scalp itched underneath the beautifully cuffed red hair curled atop my head as I paced the wide length of the windy room, nibbling my fingers before hissing when I drew blood.“Are you absolutely sure about this? Emily? Without a doubt?” I rasped, whirling to face the maid and managing to fix a strained smile to my lips when she blushed furiously.“Why…yes, Miss Winehouse, of course! The Alphas…they’ve been all over her ever since the nursemaids confirmed it,” Emily gushed, clapping her hands excitedly as my teeth ground soundlessly in my mouth.How stupid could the bitch possibly be? I couldn't tell if she was deliberately putting on a show to make me jealous or if she genuinely thought I had even a lick of happiness for Elena.Why, I ought to backhand her across her wobbly cheeks just for it.“Get out,” I growled, the smile still tight on my face when t
ELENA WOLFEI could scarcely hear the whooshing of the wind through the large blue windows, or the murmur of conversation of the elite women sitting around the tea table in the drawing room.How could I? Blood roared in my ears and I gripped the window sill until my knuckles shone white…tight, as I watched the scene below me.There was something about the way Michael held himself away from the rogue that set alarm bells ringing in my head. Something was very wrong. Michael was always smiling, but there was not a hint of amusement on his face as he glared at the rogue wolf.Did any of this have to do with Alpha Alaric? I shuddered when the dark beast’s image swam in my mind before shaking myself.My ears flexed as I tried to make out what the man who had his back turned to me was hissing to my mate, but the only sound that filled my head was the wind howling through the windows.“What the hell? You're not even listening to us Elena, really! This isn't the way a future Luna is supposed
ELENA WOLFEThe blonde Alpha closed the distance between us cautiously, before pausing at the center, his worried eyes raking up and down my body before settling in my belly with alarm.“Elena? What happened? Fucks sake, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost! The baby-” He growled, sweeping into the room like a hurricane, his woody scent making my knees instantly weak.I didn't have time to beat around the bush and I ratted out the words instantly before the lump in my throat thickened.“T-the baby is fine…Is everything okay Michael? I saw you…from the drawing room with Markov-” I whispered, biting my tongue when the man’s hard body instantly stiffened.Michael froze as understanding dawned on his face, his blue eyes glancing away from me to stare at something in the distance before they came back, hot and searing.“I'll handle my business with the rogue Lena, I just…need you to take care of yourself. Please.” He rasped, tightening his hands around my wrists and bringing them to his
ELENA’S POV The rumble of thunder in the overcast rims of the night sky did nothing to lessen my uneasiness as Emily’s thin fingers flew over my body, pulling the thick black fur coat high around my shoulders before lowering the hood of the cape over my eyebrows. It was freezing, and I rubbed my hands together, wishing now that I had taken the gloves when the maid suggested it. It was too late now, I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, creeping toward the woman when she waved her hand hurriedly at me. “That's one post down, M’lady, the guards don't patrol often around the apartments, to let the Gotham elders see their mistresses you know?” She murmured distractedly and I hid an amused smile behind my shaky hands. Trysts in Gotham?! My goodness have I been living under a rock! It was no wonder the women were always dressed to kill! I tried to imagine someone as fancy as Theodora or Racquel fooling around in the bushes with their legs high in the air as one of the massi
ELENAS POVMichael’s raspy voice made my pussy clench and I felt the mix of our juices dripping down the crack of my ass.The meaty sounds of our flesh smacking together filled the air as the men thrust in and out of my pussy and ass, pinning me between their bodies.“Don't stop, please don't stop -” I panted, my voice breaking from the force of their thrusts before Anthony growled in my ear and my toes curled deliciously.I was on the edge now, bouncing like a rag doll between the two men and throwing my head back when Michael’s fingers cupped around my throat and yanked me into his chest, his teeth grazing my ear in a way that made me moan loudly again.“You're so fucking wet Lena, Fuck! You're milking me!” Michael’s raspy snarl came in my ear, and his hands tightened sweetly around the small of my waist, making tingles spread on my back.“Yes! Yes!” I cried, bucking my hips high enough to mash against the men’s pumping bodies and feeling my eyes roll back in my head as my body stif