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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 87
Troy “You’re home earlier than expected,” Sebastian said when we got out of the car. "I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow." The others detoured to the camp in the woods so they could leave their mates with the pack, and I already felt Quinn’s longing to have her friends back and by her side. She-wolves needed other she-wolves, and I had no idea why I didn't remember that. “We ran into some problems," I replied. "The Northern wolves…obliterated the humans where we camped out.” Sebastian’s mouth dropped open. “They what?” “They killed them all. Even the rogues.” "Because you were there?" I shook my head, and looked over at Quinn. Her eyes were swollen and red. She was pale and quiet. She was used to violence, she accepted that I killed people, but in her mind, they all deserved it. The people at the campgrounds did not deserve to die. What broke her for good was when we stopped at the police station in Haverton to had over the child. I told the police a cock and bull st
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 88
Troy “Where the hell are we supposed to go, Bailey,” Aron snarled at me. I looked the arrogant noble up and down, completely unbothered by his aggression. “I told you…you are welcome to camp out on my property, but my people are coming home. I gave you a month, and you did nothing. You didn’t attempt to find employment, you didn’t contribute to the household. You just…sat here.” “Employment?” Morgan asked. “You want us to go out there and work? Like commoners?” “I did it,” I said. “I worked like a fucking donkey to fund your stupid war, to make sure you could cling to your precious status and your crumbling little empires.” I let my words hang in the air for a while before I went on. “What did my father promise you? When he told you to burn down your homes and your farms. What did he promise you return?” The nobles exchanged uncomfortable looks but no one answered me. “Yes, I know about that. I know everything. You forgot what you made. You’ve forgotten what I am.” “Prince,” Mo
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 89
QuinnI had no idea why Troy suddenly wanted to talk about our bedroom activities. We went from being deadly serious, to talking about sex in an instant. It reminded me of that day when we came home from the castle – except on that day, we went from talking about sex to more serious things without so much as skipping a beat.Maybe that was just how it went when you were a prince slash crime boss slash husband. You took the five minutes at your disposal to talk to your wife about how boring your sex life had become.I went down the list that he marked as hard no’s. It was all neatly typed up without a single mistake – not so much as a comma or space were out of place.It felt a little like a business transaction. Granted it was a very intimate business transaction, and I could tell that Troy took it seriously.It was the hard no for voyeurism that caught my attention. I had no idea why that one in particular piqued my interest so much. But it was there, and now that it was I couldn't
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 90
Quinn Troy’s list of things he wouldn’t do was surprisingly short. He appeared to be down for just about anything except, ‘bodily fluids outside the norm,’ as he put it, voyeurism, humiliation, age play, which I had to look up, degradation, asphyxiation in any form, and hard impact play involving his fists. There was a whole list of things he called soft no’s, things he didn’t enjoy but would do if I wanted to try it or liked it. The next three pages were his yesses, and he went through great pains to explain every listed kink, why he liked it, and how he wanted to do things. By the time I was done, going through his list, I was at once mentally exhausted and so horny I didn’t know what to do with myself. I could imagine it, every little thing he wanted to do to me, and while I had no earthly idea if I’d enjoy most of the things or not, I could imagine it, and it drove me crazy with lust. I kept unconsciously touching myself, my hand slipping between my legs, eager to take care of
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 91
TroyI glanced at Quinn as we walked through the mansion to the front parlour. She was a little nervous but nothing out of the ordinary. She was very curious though, almost to an unnerving degree. She wanted to see the big, bad Lycan king everyone feared so much. “You haven’t asked about your dad,” I said just to break the silence between us.She lifted and dropped her right shoulder. “Is he still undead?”I snorted laughter. “Yes.”“Then I don’t care, really.” She was quiet for a while. The gears in her brain was turning so hard that I could almost see the smoke drifting out of her ears. “I mourned his death. I mourned it the day he dropped me off at the train station. I knew then that my father was dead to me. I just never accepted it.”“Why are you accepting it now?”“Because…you forced me to slow down and think about it. The way my father handled it…instead of sending my mother away and keeping me safe, he send me away and protected my mother.”“They were mates.”“They were practi
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 92
TroyThe night was quiet and peaceful. There was no danger in the air, no warning signs that anything might go wrong, or that an enemy was on the way.Not that it was always easy to detect approaching danger, and I could be fooled, lulled into a false sense of security even, but the princes brought with them their own warriors, and it was harder than ever to sneak up on me.Quinn slept peacefully by my side, curled up with her hand tucked in under her head.We tried one of her little fantasies with the spreader bar. I used a riding crop on her for the first time. She wasn’t prepared for the intense cascade of pleasurable pain she’d experience, nor the lasting sting of the crop biting into her pussy.After I took care of her and made sure she was all right, she thanked me and went straight to sleep. Usually, such an intense scene would knock me out cold – I didn’t think Quinn knew that it was as exhausting for me as it was for her – but tonight, sleep evaded me for some reason.All the
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 93
Troy “What I want to know,” Jolene started, “is why you locked us up in the first place?" She got to her feet, staring me straight in the eyes, openly challenging me. "We didn't do anything. We broke no laws or rules.” “That does not answer my question,” I said and walked deeper into the room, making sure to close the door behind me. Even though the bucket in the corner was empty, but the whole place reeked of bad body odour, shit, piss, sweat, and disease. I put myself between the two wolves and the exit. For my own sanity, I wanted to take them out of the cell and bring them up to the mansion - the stench in the cell made my eyes water - but I decided against it. I did not know what the two would reveal, and I did not want to come back down here if I could help it. “What’s killing you?” I asked Dexter Maree. “I have blood cancer. Very rare.” “Hm,” I said. “I knew a wolf that had it. Bad way to go.” “Yes,” Dexter said with a sigh. “You can’t keep us locked in here, you know. O
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 94
QuinnI stared at Troy, trying my best not to let my mouth droop open in surprise. “So…Xander wants to kill me because I may or may not do something in the future?”“Yeah,” my mate answered and shovelled scrambled eggs into his mouth.How in the hell could he be so calm about it? “And my grandmother wanted to kill me because Xander told her so?”“He threatened her sons’ lives, but basically, yes.” He bit into some bacon and took a sip of coffee.We had been going 'round and 'round with this conversation all morning. I was surprised Troy hadn't told me to shut up about it yet.“You just let my grandfather go? He’s wandering around the mansion right now?”Troy nodded. “He’s a sick old man, he is no threat to us…and he was honest.”“How could you tell? You were surrounded by silver.”Troy folded his arms in front of him and rested them on the table. “I don’t need my powers to know when someone’s being truthful. I’m over three-hundred-years old. I can read a person’s body language, their
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