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
Valerie The dinner did not last long. Alyssa did not have more than a few bites of food as she spoke politely to the merchants and Caeser himself. She sounded natural—elated, even, to be in their presence. She was good at holding back her fears and feigning a proper, social princess. But I was not so good at charades. The entirety of dinner, I stood behind her chair, waiting for my breathing to slow. Gripping the wood of the chair so my hands did not tremble. The moment we returned to Alyssa’s room, she shut the door at her back and looked at me. “Valerie, what was that? What happened?” I felt my throat closing up. My chest tightened around my ribs. “W-what? What do you mean?” “What do you mean what do I mean?” Alyssa balked. “You were so pale and I could feel you shaking behind me. What’s going on with you?” I hesitated. I wanted to tell Alyssa, but—was that the right thing to do? We were hardly friends, and my secrets were not precious things to her. If Caeser really was the m
Valerie I waited until the next day, then I went seeking Xavier. It was much easier to look around for him now that my status as a maid was well known. I was the Princess’s handmaid—and as the others had made it sound, the title was one of prestige among the servants. Since the day she had selected me from the line of girls, I was allowed to pace the halls alone without question from the guards. And my fears of being attacked at any given moment lessened. It seemed they knew that if the princess’s chosen maid was harmed in any way, they would be punished harshly for their crimes. Not that I cared anymore. My old fears were so far away from me. Now I was only afraid of one thing. Xavier. I braved myself as I stood outside his door, trying to stitch up the stinging hole in my heart. Trying to map out the words I would say to him in my head. Every time I managed to form something coherent, it slipped right from my mind. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t grasp onto the words and weave
Xavier Valerie was right. I had chosen her from the beginning, not only because of her birthmark, but because she was from Westshield. I knew of my father’s sins in Westshield. How he destroyed everything the night of the raid. I remembered that night clearly, because it was the night mother died. But I did not know that her family was caught in the crossfire. That it was Caeser’s plight on Westshield that had turned her into a slave. That had put her in that damned shop. That had stolen away her innocence. I knew only that she was a Westshield survivor. I knew how rare survivors were. And when I saw Valerie in the shop, I just…couldn’t leave her behind. She represented everything that was wrong with this world, and all my father had done. And freeing her from that place felt like…redemption. It was not as though I left my father’s sins overlooked. When the time came that I took my throne as Alpha, I used my power to look into what happened the night of the raid. To understand wh
ValerieI ran from Xavier’s study as fast as my legs would take me. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t look into his eyes anymore and see the sorrow in him. The sorrow in my own reflection.I could not do it.I returned to Alyssa’s room, my mind a blur, my lungs heavy from the long run through the winding palace halls. Chills crawled over my flesh like goosebumps, and I could not settle the sick feeling in my stomach.I threw open her door, tears stuck to my lashes and blurring my vision. Alyssa was on her bed, delicately brushing through her golden locks with a wooden comb. She paused and looked up when she saw me. “It’s him,” I blurted, before she could even ask. “I’m certain it’s him. It’s Caeser who killed my parents.”Alyssa set down her brush and stood, a stony, serious look on her face. “What are you going to do?”I didn’t have an answer. What would I do? Perhaps Caeser was not an Alpha anymore, but he was still a man of high caliber. A man of royalty and reputation. I couldn’t po