AntiopeI wake up with the sound of the door of Magnus’s room and then the shower running, I glance at the clock at my bedside. 6 o’clock. I slept through most of the day, tossing around, fighting my exhaustion, my guilt, my spleen and the freaking jet lag.I decide to have a shower as well and get ready for dinner. Which I desperately need. I haven’t eaten anything all day but judging by breakfast, I doubt I’d get a full meal. How the hell does he keep so built?I enter the shower trying to remain unimpressed by the all-wood bathroom with the window to the lake and the minimalistic aesthetic. This place is really good. Any other girl would love it here. I can’t enjoy it.I let the spray of water fall down my shoulders as I place my hands on the wooden wall and pretend for the millionth time that I am not going to cry. I inhale deeply and remain unmoving as the place gets filled with steam, the window in the shower fogged exactly as my mind is.I want out, I want to go back. I want Ce
AntiopeA week has passed since that last disaster of a dinner and we barely talk to each other. I am still obliged to have breakfast and dinner with him at the appointed time but the interaction between us is non existent. Last night Magnus brought some paperwork and read through it while we ate. Which was supposed to be a win but it eerily irritated me.I still haven’t seen Celia and he is not even looking at me each of the thousand times I have asked about her. My greatest fear is that he has taken his anger out on her, punish her for my mistakes. He can’t hurt his Luna, not so close to the Luna Championship but Celia is his prisoner.“The fights are tomorrow,” his husky voice fills the kitchen and makes me jump up.I look across the breakfast island only to see him focused on the same papers he was looking the night before, his eyebrows frowning and his jaw tense.“Am I required to attend?” I answer.This was what I was waiting for the whole week. My presence at the fights is pret
MagnusHer black eyes go from me to Egil. Why is she looking at him for? I let a guttural growl that rumbles out of my chest. I come down the stairs in seconds and then head to them in long, wide and obviously angry strides. Egil should have known better.When I get to them, I tower over Egil and silently demand answers. And Egil slightly but obviously cowers under that powerful look. I am his Alpha of the Royal Blood and here he is strolling around with my mate!I hear Antiope let a low moan and I am almost distracted. It may be the adrenaline running through my veins or the fact that I need to dominate over another male to claim her but that moan makes me think of her soft skin and I want it on mine, letting my smell on her so that no one would ever come near her.“We are going for a run,” Egil answers a question I never asked.“You and my mate are not going anywhere.”Antiope stiffens. She is afraid I am going to order her to go back to the house and stay in. But I am glad that she
AntiopeI look at the dress that is hanging on the door of my closet and I rub my hands together awkwardly. It is a simple, long blood red dress, with long flowing sleeves adorned with colorful designs at the hem, the same ones it has around the elegant neckline. Per my request, I got a pair of red ballerinas to match. I need to be ready and meet Magnus downstairs in half an hour.To say that last night dinner and today’s breakfast were awkward would be the understatement of the century. I didn’t even dare look at him but I could feel that he had no problem looking at me all the time.I thought I was all logic and mind, my wolf with me on this path. No extravagant emotions, no passionate stupidity, just a goal-driven Beta. But with Magnus... it is getting hard to listen to my logic. And mind you, my logic has a strong case. He is the asshole that forced me here, has my sister captive and is treating all this as a game. Still, my body has an opinion of its own and it’s that of protesti
MagnusI barely slept last night. I stayed up with the images of her. She hates Thane and yet she was unwilling to see him hurt. Behind that hard exterior, she hides a kind soul. Would she ever find it in her to forgive me?I shake my head and bury it in my hands. I can’t be forgiven. The Goddess herself does not cast her eyes on me. What I have done is unforgivable. She may be a kind heart deep down but deep down I am a monster. A monster that has fallen for her. That is my last, ultimate punishment.After the fights, Thane was carried away by his fellow warriors and all the pack paraded in front of us, showing their respect to the Alpha couple. In their eyes I saw acceptance. And even more than that I saw hope. They approve of the new Luna.That last look on those eyes was the one that floored me. All of the pack looked at her with the same expectancy that it was more than waiting to pop out a pup. The look they laid on her was that of love and respect.The sun has just rose above t
AntiopeAfter this morning’s encounter, I am fuming. The first order of business is to avoid going out that damn balcony on early mornings. The second is dispel in some way the effect he has on me. Yes, I know, it is ridiculous to be a virgin at my age and that my own fingers are less and less satisfying even for me, let alone for Maximo. But that doesn’t mean that I have to kneel and salivate before the first male that dared come in my personal space."But he is not any male,” Maximo whines. ”He is our mate and he is freaking hot! Please, Antiope?”"Shut up, Max! It’s all your fault.”“Yeah, like you find him hideous,” my own wolf is mocking me now.I don’t find him hideous, that’s a given. A blind female would find him... But he is holding me and my sister here against our will. And one way to overcome this Stockholm Syndrome is to see my sister, to set a clear path of freeing both of us. My sister’s sight tortured in silver chains is enough to make him a monster in my eyes.I get u
MagnusEgil is talking to me but I don’t think I have paid any attention to what he is saying. Something about the visit to Gunnar but I can’t bother. I am standing by the window, looking out at the lake like I have one a thousand times before. But this time the view is different.Antiope is out there, running on the shore, in her wolf form. Her black fur is shining under the sun, her strong legs are pounding on the earth. She moves so flawlessly, so gracefully. I have never seen a more beautiful she-wolf."Go to her!” Henrar demands.I look down and see her run with Thane. Seeing Antiope with another male even if it is her bodyguard is making my wolf angry and taking me on edge. I want to be with her all the time, just to look upon her, talk to her. When I leave home, all I can think of is when the time to go back to her will come. Before her, I slept here, on my couch. I couldn’t go back there, but now... I can’t wait to go back to her and cook for her.“Magnus?” Egil chuckles right
AntiopeIt’s been days since that encounter in the lake and things have been weird. I am angry and freaking confused. He had no right to do what he did, to kiss me like that, to look at me with those eyes of his so deeply and lure me in. He has no right to treat the situation we are in as a normal one, as if I am not here because he holds my sister in silver chains all this time.And yet, I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. I can’t stop reliving it and dreaming about it. And in my dreams, I don’t stop, I am not ready to slap him, I don’t run away from him. In my dreams, I come closer, I kiss deeper, I claim more. And, goddess, does he give me more. Enough to wake me up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, with shaking knees and an abysmal, hot need between my legs. Cold showers have been the norm these last days. Thankfully, all that talk about sleeping with me remained just talk.“I will be leaving in the morning,” Magnus says over his plate. “Before sunrise.”I don’t lo