VALERIE “If we’re leaving, we have to leave tonight,” Lucia was saying. “I don’t think Dowson will be coming back.” I glanced to the room with the sleeping man. The door Dowson had left through was straight across the room from him. If that was our only way out, we would have to be quiet about it. “Does he leave often?” I asked. “He sneaks out now and then,” Lucia said. “He’s a wolf—they can’t handle being locked up in small places. But there’s another reason I think we should leave right now.” “What is it?” I asked. A look of fear crept over her face and Lucia frowned. “I don’t think I can deny the potion another day. I’ve only gotten this far by the skin of my teeth. I just don’t have it in me to keep fighting anymore.” “You won’t have to,” I assured her. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark, and I could see the faint outline of her face. Her lips were cracked and draw, her eyes hollow. I wondered how long she’d been in this place, enduring this torture. “We’re getting
XAVIER The dungeon had not been used in years. When it was still in working order, my father used it to imprison my grandfather. And then later, Noah Wilson. But since then, not a soul had entered the dungeon. I had ordered it barred—retired from use for the rest of my reign. But there was always a chance someone had broken in, and Ralph had a point: the dungeon was made entirely of limestone. A material that prevents magic from passing through. Even that of wolves. Nothing could get in or out. Meaning my wolf could not sense Valerie, nor smell her through the stone. Thinking back to it, the dungeon most certainly would have been the most convenient place to keep someone captive. One of the most heinous qualities of the place was its door. The door was sculpted from a round, flat slat of stone, an had been designed so as to only open from the inside. Using this design, my father insured that no one would ever have the capability of freeing my grandfather…or the treacherous Beta, N
VALERIE Long after, when Xavier had taken me back to his study, I sat wrapped in a blanket with a cup of hot tea. Despite my warmth, I could not stop shivering. I had killed someone. Hadn’t I? I’d stabbed him and heard his groans of pain. I had felt his hand reach out and grab my ankle, and I had kicked him fiercely and ran with Lucia in tow. I had smelled his blood—felt it on my face. I had killed him. I had killed him. “I didn’t mean to,” I whispered, my fingers numb around my cup. “He was…evil. I know. But I didn’t mean to kill him.” Xavier touched the back of my head, his palm large and warm, his fingers stroking through my hair. “It’s alright, Valerie.” He had worn a worried expression the entire time I was being examined by medics, and even after—now that I was cleared as unharmed, Xavier did not ease the worry on his face. Alyssa shared the same look. But hers was far more bothered. Her brows furrowed deeply in thought, and she opened her mouth occasionally to speak, but
Trigger Warning: This chapter may include explicit sexual content. Please read at your own risk. Thank you!VALERIEI moved slowly into Xavier’s shower, turning the water on as hot as I could manage, and letting it burn me down to the bone. It felt like the only way I could gather myself. The only way I could pull myself together.I was a monster. That was the only explanation for what had happened today. I was a monster with a sudden, unwelcomed desire for blood. The desire to kill and maim. And I did it so naturally, like I’d done it a hundred times before.I stood, watching the blood leave my body and sweep down the drain. It seemed unending, that blood. Always, when I thought I’d washed it clean, more would appear, curling around my leg and vanishing down the drain.I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to watch the rusty water any longer.The truth was, I did want to kill that wizard. It was a flash—a spark of red, hot rage in my chest. A desire I’d never had before. But I did want
CAESARIt was near midnight when a knock happened upon my door. A month ago, it would have seemed unusual to receive knocks at this hour. But as of late, it had been a common occurrence.I opened the door to the find a guard, standing at attention just outside. I looked him over, recognizing the scar on his lip. They never had names, my guards. Only features that helped me to identify them from the others.Ah, yes. One of mine.“Come in.” I widened the door for him and stepped aside as the guard glanced around and then swept into my room. Once the door was securely shut behind him, I looked him over. “Something to report, I hope?”“Sir,” said the guard, “I have urgent news. The dungeon has been exposed. Dowson has been taken into custody. I’ve also received a report that an order has been put out to follow Alpha Felix.”“Very well.” I reached into my pocket for two coins and dropped them into the palm of his hand. To someone like me, this money was nothing. To someone like him, it was
XAVIER Ares knew she was a wolf. I could hear his voice, bellowing within me. She’s it. She’s it. I did not understand for the life of me what it meant. What is it? Now I understood. Her wolf was his. They were linked at the soul. It made sense now, why I had always been so drawn to her. Why, from the moment I had met her, I felt this unwavering desire to rest my lips on her skin. Why I had kissed her forehead the night she slept in my chambers, shortly after purchasing her from the shop. Perhaps, it was this reason above all else that I was drawn to Valerie. Perhaps it was not entirely due to the fact that she was from Westshield. Perhaps it was not guilt that drove me to her, perhaps it was simply the way fate tied us together. But something must have happened to the wolf within her. Something that cursed it to a deep, unbreakable sleep. It was unusual, after all, for a wolf to stay dormant within someone—unless they were Omegas, of course. And if that were the case and Valer
XAVIERAll at once, we turned to Alyssa.Two slaves?I could see the look on Valerie’s face, the question in it echoing my own. Perhaps one of them was Ava.Alyssa blinked up at us, shrinking back into herself at the sudden attention. “I…don’t know if it’s related,” she said, sounding hesitant. “But the two slaves were certainly strange. My father regarded them as sex objects, and most certainly played the part. I suppose that’s why he liked them so much. They didn’t put up a fuss. They just did all of the things they knew he enjoyed.”“How do you know of this?” I asked, feeling slightly appalled.Her cheeks heated, a light shade of pink. Then she shifted and fumbled with her fingers in her lap. “My father is quite open about his sexual endeavors. He does not tell these things to me, but I hear him when he speaks to his friends. I know all about his promiscuity.”“And the slaves?” I pressed. “What were they like?”“Different than any slaves I’d met before,” Alyssa said. “They were cer
VALERIEIt was no surprise that Xavier didn’t believe in the fourth prophecy. The validity of sorcery was still questionable at best, and even if it did exist, the whole thing was too ridiculous to believe in.He was right. Anyone could have been pretending to be a wizard. But if that really were the case, how would they have gotten a hold of the ring? Artifacts like those should have been tucked away behind a glass box in a prestigious museum. Or perhaps, sold at auction to the highest bidder.But the wizard did not look like a well-off man. He looked like a simple human—as far as I could tell. I did not, after all, know what was beneath the mask.“As much as I love the idea of magic and reading about sorcery,” Alyssa began, “I suppose that does sound like a bit of a joke. How would it even be possible? Not just to bring her back, but…to have the ability to end all of us? It isn’t like she’s a weapon of mass destruction.”“Perhaps not,” said Lucia. “But it could be that she has speci