Instead, he asks, “What do I get when I win?” His playful mood lightens me and I roll my eyes. He says when I win with such confidence, like he’s so certain that will be the outcome. Overconfident bastard, as always. Still, I enjoy the game. “What do you want?” He makes a show of thinking for
Oh my Gods, I swear in my mind, realizing I’m about to railed against a tree. I guess this race really didn’t have any losers. Archer holds up his hand for me. As if in a trance, I walk toward him and then place my hand in his. His fingers curl around the back of my palm. He tugs me closer, then
When I get home, I’ll throw out all my panties and buy nothing but thongs from now on. Mark my words. Archer tortures me for only a moment more, before he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties and yanks them down. At his direction, I step out of them and my shorts. Both get tossed as
I come out of my blissful state in record time. Archer tosses the used condom into a nearby trash can. We both dress as fast as we can. Then we both take off like bats out of hell, desperate to get back to the house before the Alpha King’s car. I still couldn’t believe Alpha King Hayes himself wou
Gods, I don’t even know where to begin. “Mom, we’re all in danger,” I tell her. She gives me a strange look. “From what?” Before I can answer, Isaac returns. “Darling, you will never believe who decided to stop by!” Isaac calls. We all turn to him. Beside Isaac is Archer looking stern and fu
I’m a deer in freaking headlights here, shocked and unsure. Mrs. Hayes was more calculating, but Alpha King Hayes is no less deadly, no less threatening. The fact that he looks at me like I am some kind of treat he intends to enjoy only makes me feel more frightened and disgusted. I don’t want to
There are so many people set to eat dinner at once that Mom puts the table extenders in to add a couple more feet to the table. Yet even with this new space, things are so tight that the Alpha King makes two of his guards stand. They aren’t to eat at all, apparently, but stand by the doorway instead
I grip the edge of the table, my breath in my throat, as Mom circles around the table to hand Mia over to the Alpha King. Archer is still standing, but he doesn’t make another move. Neither does the guard in the doorway, his gaze on Archer, his hand disappearing under his suit coat where I know hi