Mike is already forming a connection to the pup and his bond is slowly developing. But we all know it can't be that easy. Can it? After all Lyric still has hang-ups too.
LYRIC The queen of shifters, Lamia Langley Artos, was not what I was expecting at all. When everyone left the room and it was just us, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little afraid of her. The power that oozed from her was almost suffocating. My wolf, Note, mentally rolled over and showed her belly in submission to this power shifter. Yet when the doors shut behind the others and the room eerily quiet, and I dared to look at the queen, she was wearing a soft smile. A genuine one. And nothing about her aura said she was going to hurt me. I was surprised by how welcoming she suddenly made me feel and didn’t look at me like I was trash, a thief, or some disgusting scat on the bottom of her shoe. I pinched my lips together and gave her a tight smile back. Even though the queen showed no ill intent, I still found it hard to trust anyone. “Do you know who your pup is to me?” She suddenly asks, jarring me from my inner thoughts of sizing her up and determining her intentions.
MIKE “What the fuck is she doing here?” I say to myself, blocking out the banter between my father and Uncle Marcus. I watch the little thief make her way down the steps onto the main floor, accompanied by Rogue. Duke paces in my head, a low growl emitting from him. He doesn’t like the way our mate feels so comfortable with Rogue or the way they seem to easily converse. ‘Shut up!’ I chastise Duke, his jealous growl making my muscle bunch by pushing his feelings onto me. My father clamps his hand down on my shoulder and chuckles. “You have your work cut out for you today son,” He motions towards my mate with his head. “Oh, is that her?” Uncle Marcus asks and rubs his hands together. Fucker. Nothing stays a secret around here. If one of us knows, everyone knows. No doubt Lamia and Kellen spilled that the thief was my mate. Uncle Marcus and my father had stepped in and filled the father figure role when Kellen’s parents died. And when Kellen went missing for those few months and I w
MIKE Lamia had called a meeting with the four kingdoms, and we were going to hold the conference in the ops room. I walked in, trying to wipe the sour look off my face that I was sure was still there ever since the beginning of the day. I couldn’t get Lyric out of my mind, no matter how much I tried. The more she was here – around me – in the palace, the more the bond fell into place. The more it had both my wolf and me craving to be near her. Yet I also couldn’t get Jonda out of my mind. Rhett shifted uneasily when I walked into the room. Our eyes met but there was nothing there. No animosity, no hatred, and no pity or empathy. We weren’t friendly like we usually would be. It was strange and foreign. If I was this worried about Jonda, I could only imagine how Rhett was feeling. But then again, he didn’t have a wolf, he wouldn’t feel a complete connection to Jonda. And if he did, he wasn’t showing it, or at least he was keeping very quiet about it. Everyone was already seated. I wa
LAMIA I could feel the waves of unease roll off Rhett and Mike as finished up the meeting. Each kingdom had devoted a handful of trackers and a unit of warriors that would be dedicated to tracking down Jonda and bringing her home safely. I meant every word I said when I called her family. She was the sister of Kellen’s mate. The chosen mate of my best friend and the supposed mate of Rhett who, for all intents and purposes, was a brother to me. I would be sending Rhett back MacTire and on his way he and his team would search for Jonda. Mike, well, he was a little upset that he wouldn’t be joining the search, but I had other plans for him. Finding Jonda was a priority. But we couldn’t just focus on her. Other things were happening. Things we could no longer ignore even if we all wanted to. Since meeting little Zane, knowing that he is Zane’s and part of me, I have been having dreams. Dreams of my time in captivity. Dreams of Ashe and dreams of words whispered to me in the dark. Word
JONDA I’m losing my mind. I can feel the control over my thoughts slipping away little by little. I try to fight it but all that brings is pain. Sharp, hot, fiery pain that shoots through my body every time I try to remember who I am. If I can just hold on to… me. “Sit Jonda.” He says to me. I do as I’m told. I look down at myself as I take a seat. Food lines the table but I’m not hungry. I feel sick. When did I change into this white dress? It's not something I would wear. My arms are bare. Tendrils of black vein like vines climb my arms. I can feel them moving, caressing the muscles beneath my skin. If I fight his commands, they will burn. “Let me go please,” I say quietly not daring to look at my captor. I mean this physically and mentally. I want him to let go of whatever control he has over me. “I can’t do that.” He sighs. “You are my bargaining chip. Your life for the boy.” What boy? I want to ask. He keeps telling me that he wants the child back and that he will exchang
MIKE Two weeks later Lamia and Mathias had gone back to Riocht with the triplets and her parents. Rhett was off chasing down leads, trying to track down Jonda. So far no one had the slightest clue where she could have gone or who would have taken her. It was like Déjà vu all over again for me. Thoughts of Lamia disappearing and then Kellen was fresh in my mind except, this was different. With Lamia, we knew who had taken her. While Kellen disappeared without a trace and it took us months to track him down, Jonda didn’t have a wolf or at least she was disconnected from hers because of the stupid curse. She was vulnerable and alone. And it was my fault. I can't stop thinking how if I had just handled the situation differently, maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t have run off the way she did. Or if I had gone after her, I wouldn’t have let her leave. If I had let Rhett go after her, maybe she would still be here. Maybe she would be with him but even that would be better than not knowing w
LYRIC I think I’m going to make it, I know I can. One little misstep and the spiked beam barrels at me. I turn, but not enough, and two of the spikes cut into me. A sharp excruciating pain shoots through my leg and arm before I feel the heavy hit of the beam swinging back and knocking me off the obstacle course. All the breath wooshes from my lungs as I fall anticipating crashing hard onto the frozen ground. Suddenly warm arms grasp me. Holding me tight. It feels like… comfort and protection. The sparks that travel over my skin ease the hot searing pain I feel in my leg and arm. But only for a moment. How badly was I hit? I had never felt an agony like I did now. I could still feel the sparks and tingles but they were being overridden by the thump of my heart and the burn where my wounds were bleeding. I think I got hit harder than I thought. Everything wobbled and my eyes couldn’t hold focus. “I think I need medical attention.” It was the last thing I remember before passing ou
LYRIC I finish stuffing the last of my clothes in my bag and let out an audible sigh. This isn't what I had in mind when I had been detained. I thought I would be executed or sentenced to time in the dungeons for my crime. That they would keep my boy safe while I paid for my malfeasance. I was ready to accept that, to do whatever it took to keep my pup safe. What I didn’t expect was for King Kellen to order me to accompany his elite warriors and Beta Mike to the Golden Circle pack. The King had already assigned a team of elites that had left just over an hour ago. We would be leaving sometime this evening. “Mommy, why are you packing? Are you going away again?” Zane stood in the doorway, his little hand grasping Lizzy’s. He looked so sad, his lips forming a little pout and his eyebrows drawn tightly together. It made my heart ache to have to leave him again. But this was the deal I made to keep him safe, hidden from the monster who created him and stole my sister’s life. I cross