Xavier The servant hung behind me like a shadow. I could tell she was nervous to be giving me the news of Alyssa’s illness. But I was not an idiot. Something else was going on here. I sighed heavily and waved her off with a curt thank you, and the servant fluttered out of my chambers—likely glad to be away from my brooding company. It wasn’t that I was disappointed the ceremony was canceled. Not in the slightest. But I had been dreading this day for far too long, and I was desperate to get the damn thing over with. I didn’t know what Alyssa’s games were, but she was certainly playing at something. The Northerners always were playing at something. None of this had been right to begin with. This marriage was beginning to feel like more and more of a fraud with each passing day. Alyssa and I did not compliment one another. We did not sit well together. We barely spoke, in fact. I felt nothing for her. And I was almost certain she felt nothing with me. And I was not a braindead foo
Valerie We returned to the palace after the incident, and the nurses promptly delivered lush, clean towels, which Alyssa wrapped herself in like a blanket. Her father was awaiting us in her chambers when we returned. At first sight of the scowl on his face, I wanted to turn and run back out through the chamber doors. “Where on earth have you been?” he asked, emphasizing each and every word. “Haven’t I told you not to wander around here? This is not our home. You do not know what sort of crimes happen within these walls.” He paused only when he noticed her drenched hair, and the anger on his face turned a vibrant shade of red. “What have you done? It looks as if you’ve gone for a swim. Did you lie about your sickness?” Alyssa lowered her head. I expected her to blurt out a lie or fabricate a story on the spot—it only seemed to be her nature to manipulate, as she had tried to manipulate me—but Alyssa said nothing but, “I’m sorry.” “This is a level of impotence I never expected to se
Valerie We spent the entire afternoon in Alyssa’s chamber, listening to music. She had a plethora of songs on disks, which she stored delicately into little sleeves for their protection. We barely spoke a word, except for the subtle comment from Alyssa now and then when a song came on that she really enjoyed. I was okay with the silence between us. It gave me time to think. When the sun began to set, a strange noise came from outside. Alyssa floated to the window and looked out at the lawn below. “It looks like the celebration is beginning,” she said. “The ball will be in full swing, soon.” “Ball?” I asked. Alyssa turned to me and smiled. “A masquerade. It’s the largest of the events. The most important to my people.” I sidled up beside her, peering down at the palace grounds. A cluster of well-dressed werewolves were making their way to the Barnsil building. “There will be a ball every night,” Alyssa explained. I couldn’t tell if she was sad about the matter, or if the sight
Valerie I could feel his breath on my nape. His lips brushing the back of my neck. His fingers trailed up my arms, casting chills over my skin. Bile rose in my throat. My entire body seized up there, my back pressed against his chest. I wanted to thrash and claw, I wanted to escape him. But I was afraid to move. Afraid to breath. He leaned into my hair and inhaled, filling his lungs with my scent. “You smell like a virgin,” he said. Finally, adrenalin hit me. I struggled against him, screaming against his palm, trying to claw his hand from my mouth. But he was far stronger than me, and he muffled every sound I made. Then, suddenly, he crushed me back against his chest and gnarled lowly in my ear, “Stop your crying or I’ll rip you apart.” He was squeezing the air from me. It felt like every bone in my body was about to collapse under the strength of his embrace. I was going to die. This corridor was too dark. Too far from everything else. No one would hear my muffled cries. No
Xavier There was blood. I could smell it. Not just from the guard, who I had left dripping from the nose, but from Valerie. He had torn the flesh on her arm, three long claw-marks marring the skin. But still, she had managed to report about the wolf before losing consciousness. “Have my guards search the chambers,” I said to Ralph. “I want every room in the corridor checked. I’ll take Valerie back to my chambers.” “No—“ Alyssa said. “You can’t, Xavier. It’ll draw too much attention.” “I don’t care,” I replied curtly. “She could be in danger. She is in danger.” “She might be,” said Alyssa, “but how would the wolves think of their Alpha beating a Northerner because of a human girl. And then taking her back to his chambers?” She looked down at Valerie, gently brushing her hair from her sleeping face. “All you’re going to do is put her in more danger than she’s already in. She can come stay with me in my room. I’ll take care of her.” “You?” I asked, doing little to hide my cynicis
Valerie I dreamed of hands touching my skin. Of mouths on my neck, hot and hungry as they kissed the skin. I dreamed of fingers touching me in places I’d never been touched. Of my breath, hot and wanting, catching in my throat as pleasure prickled over my skin. There were three of them. Three men surrounding me—nothing but black silhouettes in my mind. They whispered filthy things into my ears, and ran their fingertips along the most ticklish parts of my body. I wanted them. All of them. And yet, something told me not to give in. That I shouldn’t do such a thing. “Wait,” I panted, trying to push the men away. Their chests were broad, their bodies powerful as they moved against mine. “Why would you want to escape us?” one of them replied, relish in his voice. “We belong to you,” said another. “Close your eyes,” whispered the third. Pleasure engulfed me like a flame catching tinder. My body burned under their touches, their kisses, their low chuckles and their filthy whispers.
AlyssaRalph walked a lot like the military men back in the North.I felt like a shadow as I fluttered behind him in the hallways, hoping to strike up a conversation. It had been a horrid night, and I would have delighted in a little small talk.But Ralph didn’t seem the type of man to enjoy talk at all. He was perhaps the largest wolf I’d ever met, stoic and brawny. Built like a fighter with eyes made for war. And quiet. Quiet as a still day.I quite…liked that.As he strode ahead of me, I fluttered around him, hoping to get his attention. “Perhaps it was a bad idea to leave them in my room,” I said, smirking wryly. “I will have to make sure the servants clean my sheets in the morning.”Ralph shot me a look. One singed with discomfort. It was clear he wasn’t used to seeing Xavier in love anymore than I was.“It is nice, though. Isn’t it?” I asked him, blush swelling to my cheeks. “To think that men like him still exist. Men that only want one woman and no one else.”Ralph looked at m
Valerie The next day, I woke in Xavier’s arms. He was warm as a hearth, his broad arms wrapping me like a blanket. I had only realized I was still naked when he began to stir and detach from me, and the cold invaded the heat where he had been. Flushing, I quickly covered with the sheets before he woke. It started with the flutter of his dark lashes. Then his eyes cracked open, taking in the golden dawn. He groaned as he sat up, raking a large hand through his hair. Then he looked at me and his reality seemed to sink in. At first, I thought he would regret what had happened. He seemed confused and groggy. But once he remembered all that had happened, a fond smile found him and he leaned in and pressed his lips to my cheek. The warmth that bloomed in my chest was like a sunrise. It cast everything in sparkling, beautiful gold. “You look lovely in the mornings,” he said into my ear. Then he found my lips and kissed me softly. I melted into him, allowing every little touch to linge