Warning y'all now, I have a wedding planning weekend coming up, and I am not sure if I'll get updates done those days.
"It's good to see you again," the Alpha King said with a smile.The sentiment on his face, the way his eyes twinkled - I almost believed him. The sound of his voice tried to wrap around me like a warm hug welcoming me home, but I didn't let it."The feeling is not mutual." My voice was cold, a clear juxtaposition to my father's demeanor.My father's face resonated with sorrow, but he nodded. Under the desk, I fiddled with my phone. It was possibly the most important part of the plan.We only stared at each other for a few moments. I had so much to say, and no idea where to start. With a sigh, he reached for the open bottle and poured himself a glass. The red wine looked alarmingly like the blood that was on his hands."How have you been, Margaret?"I grimaced at my old name. "I'm alive. I've learned you can't ask for much more."Faolan chuckled, as if the little incident where he almost had me executed was just a simple misunderstanding we could smooth over."You know I didn't kill he
Isaac POV It took a concerted effort to pull my eyes away from my mate's retreating figure. The way she took off like a bat out of hell, I wanted to chase after her to find out just what was on her mind. But, I had minimal time. My focus settled on the werebear in the corner. I was abundantly thankful Maise had been agreeable for once in her life and left us willingly. I was not going to be kind to this bear. I slung back the remainder of my scotch and slowly stood. Bram was close behind. He was my right hand man in interrogations, and not because of his ability to tell if the information they were giving us was factual. I slipped into the chair across from Benate. I could feel the jitters coursing through his nerves - he knew our reasons for summoning him were not good. He never tore his eyes from his hands, never acknowledged our presence, but swallowed hard when he realized he was the center of attention. His reaction to no question was all I needed to know. He had secrets. "N
Wow!!! my horse that scanned not pregnant just had a baby. Middle of a blizzard, horrid weather, first time mom that definitely doesn't want to be a mom. Things are on the up and up, though, so regular updates should resume soon. I've been sleeping in the barn to make sure baby eats. Between feedings, one of the things keeping me awake is writing more! I just need to get it all on the computer so I can post it, then I should be back in everyone's good graces. Expect a 10-15 chapter dump coming soon. New characters, more plot twists, and overstretched heartstrings incoming. I promise.
I had crammed myself against the passenger side door of Bram's car. I was staring at the man driving in absolute shock, quite certain he was nothing more than a figure of my imagination. He was supposed to be dead. "Call your mate," he said. I blinked dumbly at him. "What?" He never took his eyes off the road, simply repeating his request. I fumbled for my phone, struggling to find the power button to turn it back on. Out of my pocket also came the key to the car that was currently rolling down the twisting state roads of Vermont. "How did you get a key to this car?" He glanced over to me briefly, flashing his cocky grin - one of the few things I vividly remembered about him. "Bram gave it to me when I met up with him this morning. Now, call your mate." I just nodded, not wanting to argue with another one of the dead come back to life. The line had barely started to ring before it was connected. "Maise," Isaac growled in a tone that made it abundantly clear that I was in trouble
The sun was rising when I made it to the outskirts of Burlington, but all I saw was King Midas's touch. The city was just beginning to wake up right as I was starting to shut down. My paws felt like lead weights. It was exhaustion that begged me to stop, but not the physical kind. No, I was overwrought with emotion. Emotions I had successfully shut out for eight years - longer if I was being honest. The closer they got to the surface, the more the dam threatened to break.I wanted to lay down and drown in the flood that would ensue. Let it wash away all the trauma and my life along with it. The currents could carry me to the sweet release of oblivion, and the only people that would care would be the ones who abandoned me every step of the way. I certainly wouldn't mind. Not anymore.My entire existence, I had fought so hard for life. As a royal, assassination was a constant threat. Being an undeserving runt only compounded that. As a rogue, everyone and everything had been out to get
Isaac ran his fingers delicately up my arm, his eyes once again transfixed on the inky sky. "Something else is bothering you. Mind telling me?""Don't you already know?" I huffed. "You've been in my head since you found me on Church Street."I glanced up just enough to see Isaac purse his lips. "You think very little of me if you truly believe I'd negate your right to the privacy of your own mind."And there it was. Even though he so easily could, Isaac never dug for answers, always waiting for me to provide them. He knew the exact things to say to steer a conversation in the direction it needed to go, but the information I shared with him was always new. Unless he had heard it from a different source, of course. Not only did he want to know my thoughts, but he wanted to understand them, help me dissect them.It was one of the qualities that made him so trustworthy, but I didn't understand why. If my father had that ability, he would use it to control me. From my very limited interact
When I resurfaced from sleep, I was still in fur with Isaac's monstrous wolf form wrapped around me. This was common for us werewolves, to simply say in our furs when a threat was sensed. Our wolves had more acute senses, and stood a better chance if there was a surprise attack. But, I didn't exactly know what the current threat was. It was only a mental battle that was waging. There was a quiet knock at the door before I heard it swing open. Isaac stiffened and growled at the intruder, followed by Leah's yelp and the door quickly slamming shut. When the door opened again, not even Isaac's posturing sent the unwanted guest away. "Stop it," Bram barked. "It's afternoon. She was checking on her friend." Wolves were exceptionally possessive and protective. You only get one mate, after all. They were worth laying down your life for. Add in that he was a lycan, tasked with the life of a runt, and Isaac was even more unreasonable. So, I wasn't surprised when Isaac picked me up by the scru
Several times, everyone asked me if I wanted to stop and see my mother on our drive back to the lycan pack. Several times, I refused. I knew it didn't make the two lycans happy, but I was thankful they didn't press and allowed me the autonomy. I knew it would have to happen eventually, but I wasn't ready to open that door yet. Too many emotions I had worked so hard to eliminate from my life would resurface, and I couldn't handle that. Not with everything else going on.Bram, Isaac, and I had stayed in his Audi, and Blair and Leah had driven my truck up to the pack. I wanted to join my friends, but Isaac wouldn't let me out of his sight. I was a little surprised the witch had been trusted with someone who was essentially a prisoner, but I was happy trust between the two species was beginning to grow. I was also fairly certain Leah would endure the most lenient prison stay. If Benate went against Isaac's orders in the bear pack, Benate would pay for it, not his mate.We got back to th