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Troy“Where are we going?” Quinn asked.We had been on the road for an hour. The castle was far behind us, but we were still in the mountainous woods that were part of my father’s territory.“We are going home,” I answered.“Won’t your father be there?”“You tell me,” I said and looked straight at her.“I- I- no, I don’t know.”I sighed and took her hand. “It’s okay. We don’t get to choose what we see and when we see it.”“I hear there are prophets that can command the future to reveal itself,” Casper piped up from the front seat.“Shut up,” I said to him. “No one asked you.”Justin glanced over his shoulder at us. “We should go into the city. Hide among the humans.”“Keep your eyes on the road,” I growled.I was in a terrible mood. I could kick myself for missing the warning signs. I knew what kind of person my father was, the lengths he’d go to, to hang on to his power and I walked into his trap like a naïve little pup.“Troy,” Quinn said. “Can you?” She tapped the side of her head
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 66
Quinn The seven Lycan women followed me into the mansion, running behind me on their tip-toes, unconcerned with their nudity now that the men's eyes weren't on them. They smelled revolting. A mixture of wet dog, sweat, and general bad hygiene, but I couldn’t fault them for that – I wasn’t exactly a walking cherry blossom. It was strange, but I already forgot how bad people could smell after only a few days. They all looked to be about my age, but because they were immortal, it was impossible to tell how old they truly were. “Where should we take them?” I asked Missus Lowry. “My room?” The housekeeper's already sour face pulled into a disapproving frown. “No, Madam. That is…a bad idea.” I looked over my shoulder at the terrified girls. “Just so they can wash and dress,” I said. “They’re scared of their men.” “Their fathers will protect them,” Missus Lowry replied. Behind me, one of the girls snorted loudly. “Oh please. Our fathers will sell us to a filthy human if he paid them e
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 67
Quinn I sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through the magazine. Every photograph in the magazine captured my attention. Some of the depicted scenes made me curious, turned me on even, but others scared or downright repulsed me. Just like the werewolf world, I knew nothing of this dark, kinky world either. This world where people mixed pleasure and pain to reach the ultimate orgasmic high. I didn’t even question it. I just fell into as if it was the most natural thing to do. Maybe it was. Maybe some of us were just wired to thrive in the kind of darkness that scared other people away. I was vaguely aware of the bathroom door opening and Troy walking back into the room, bringing his clean, fresh scent with him. “What are you looking at?” he asked. I tore my eyes from the full-colour spread of a woman wrapped from head to toe in black latex. A man dressed in a suit tied her to a wooden block, completely immobilising her. The thought of being wrapped up like that made me breathle
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 68
Troy“It’s a nice day,” I said. “Want to go for a swim?”Quinn gave me a dubious look. I felt her hesitation. “I don’t…not with all the Lycans outside.”“You don’t like having them here?” I know she didn’t. I felt the shiver of resentment running through her when she said the word Lycan.“The girls are okay. I like them…well, most of them. I can’t stand Margie. She’s just the werewolf version of Caroline.”I laughed and swept hair out of her face. “Yeah, she’s a piece of work-” I rolled off the bed to get my trunks -“but not as bad as Caroline.”I walked into my closet and stared straight at the painting of my prophesied mate, the one the witch gave me ten years ago. It had been there, hidden behind my row of suits, for nearly five years. Someone moved it. Glover? My father?I decided to worry about it later.I picked the heavy painting up, and quickly moved it to its original place. I didn’t want Quinn to see it. Not yet. I’d already overwhelmed her with big and terrifying news, and
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 69
Troy I peered at Quinn. As per usual, she handled the stress and rapid changes going on around and inside her with remarkable calm, taking everything in her stride. “How are you?” I asked. She shrugged, grabbed a peeler from the counter, and took her bowls and vegetables to the table. She sat down on one of the benches and simply started to peel the carrots. “I’m okay,” she finally answered. “Really? A lot has happened.” “Yes, and? A lot seems to happen around you. I decided to just go with it...flow with the tide.” “You don’t have anything on your mind, things that are bugging you?” “Yes,” she replied. “I want to know how you ended up in Haverton.” Unwilling to talk about that part of my past, I started to add spices to the meat. “War is expensive. My father sent me here to earn money.” Quinn looked up from her work. “You’re lying.” “No, I’m not.” “But there’s more to the story.” It wasn’t a question. Her instincts were developing much faster than I anticipated, and unsurpr
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 70
Quinn My head was pounding and the buzzing in the back of my skull was driving me insane, but it was worth it if it meant I could learn a little more about Troy. With ever minute that passed, I understood him a little better. My mate broke our mind link and took his plate of raw meatballs over to the stove. “That’s it?” I asked. “That is not the whole story.” “Taking a break,” he said. “It’s difficult to maintain a mind link for this long. Even for me.” He opened the fridge and took out a can of beer. “Do you want one?” he asked. “I don’t like beer. Too bitter.” He chuckled. “There’s some cider…and these strawberry cocktail things.” "I'll just have water...or juice." "I really suggest something alcoholic. It helps with the mind link." "Why?" Troy shrugged. "I think because it relaxes you a little." “Give me the strawberry cocktail thing, then.” He pulled the bottle out of the fridge, opened it and handed it to me. Without even looking at the label I downed half the bottle i
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Troy We finished our lunch and wandered out to the patio where we took a seat on one of the loungers. The pool house was still quiet, but the voices of the girls carried out of the mansion and through the open bedroom window. They were fighting over who had to clean the toilet. Quinn pretended she couldn’t hear them. The heat was stifling, wafting up from the baking pavement like a fist trying to strangle me. The umbrella I opened provided shade, but only trapped the heat and made it more difficult to breathe. “Fuck, no,” I said after a while, “let’s go to one of the gardens, it will be cooler there.” Quinn was pale, sweaty, and trembled a little as she got up. Part of it was the extended mind link I maintained while telling her about the long journey that eventually ended with me coming to Haverton, the other part was the heat and the stress. Being my mate had to be exhausting. “I don’t want to see the Lycans,” she said. “They are confined to the Omegas’ garden. The only Lycans
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 72
Troy I glanced at Quinn. She was exhausted, so plae that even her lips lost its colour, and the muscles around her jaw worked hard as she tried to fight through the headache caused by the extended mind link. I wasn't feeling too hot myself, but I was determined to tell her everything now that I had started. I couldn’t break the mind link. It was too dangerous, and the scent of rotting meat wafted across the orchard, mixing in with the fresh smell of wet earth and ripening peaches. There was a Lycan in the orchard, and judging by his stench, a bad one. A man that had been irredeemably corrupted. It was so bad that I couldn’t even catch his regular scent under the stench, and I had no idea who it was. “Can you smell that?” Quinn asked in my head. “Yes. Just pretend you don’t know he’s there. Lean into me a little - let him think we’re just a regular couple in love, enjoying each other’s company.” "Is it your father?" "No. He smells like rotten fish. I'm not even kidding. It's rev
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