A blinding pain took hold of me. My head was ringing, and it felt like the air thinned out. I gasped but couldn’t get enough oxygen in. My hands were tied behind my back, but my arms thrashed instinctively, wanting to fly to my throat. It was my father’s Alpha power. I heard his footsteps as he
Fiona Next thing I knew, I was lying flat on the bed in the downstairs guest room of my parents’ house. It was dark in the room, but light spilled in from the open door to the brightly lit hallway. My father stood in the doorway, his large frame silhouetted against the yellow light, speaking quietl
The last remnants of the sun were fading down below the horizon by the time I was back in the West Wing, heading for our room. The arched hallways felt eerily quiet. I pulled my key from my purse, feeling the bulge in the zippered pocket where I had stashed my father’s letter. Crap—I’d forgotten to
I pulled my phone out while Alexander was in the bathroom, and texted Nina. She was up late as usual, and responded right away. Me: Just saw your missed calls. It’s a long story, but I’m fine. Home now with A. Nina: Phew!! We were all so worried about you!!! My stomach dropped. That was not good.
Alexander “I’m guessing you have already seen this,” my father said, his tone dry. He pressed play on a remote and the giant screen on the wall sprang to life. “…allegedly, Alpha Alexander’s leaked military documents prove he has been associating with vampires in the south, meeting with them on th
Alexander “I’m sorry to bother you, Sir, but I had to show you immediately.” I plucked the letter out of the soldier’s fingertips warily, keeping my eyes locked on his as I did so. Something in my gut was telling me not to trust this man. It was, after all, the same soldier who dared to disrespect
Alexander We finished up our training session and I walked back to our room at the far end of the West Wing slowly, thinking carefully about what I was going to say to Fiona. I could not accuse her outright. But how could I even bring it up without accusing her? What was the first thing I could sa
Alexander I paced out to the training field with different scenarios playing out in my head. Fiona had replied to her father’s letter, and it was easy to jump to the conclusion that meant she was working for him. But I had seen the way Fiona’s father treated her. The day of her wedding, when I fou