Talk about excitement, my life lately is full of it. Not only have I to worry about my flaws and conflicts, now I must keep an eye on the king and his oldest child. Yes, child because he can't be the better man and find a drop of compassion in his empty sexy body to be present when his father needs him. Thankfully, Maya and Connor cared for the sick soul enough to see him treated. This morning, Maya confirmed the King was feeling much better, but her heart is heavy about his counted days. The royal bloodline can resist consumption longer than anyone else, but eventually, everyone ends up the same way—disfigured birdlike creatures with a unique power related to the host’s abilities.
Someone is behind this suffering, but who and why? How hurt must this person be that they find comfort in someone else's pain?
Despite the king's relapse yesterday, the winter solstice gathering is still on. The palace is full of guests, the majority I don't recognize. Amaya an
By the time all the guests retrieved to their quarters, I was ready to drop dead in my bunker bed, but Amaya had other plans. As tradition demands after the royal ball, people attend a less formal evening celebration, meaning they hit the club and party all night long. Anyone is welcome to participate. “Amaya, I am too tired to go dancing. Go without me.” I sink my face on my pillow. “I don’t even have a dress.” In truthfulness, I did not want to bump into Omar or his girlfriend. My heart seems a bit confused lately. I felt being available meant solitude in a pack where everyone knows they are destined to find their other half. Here, however, people here are not meant for someone else. You can explore, date, and build relationships, not only to settle down but to satisfy carnal cravings, where it’s okay to experiment if you are safe. Everyone is a potential candidate. It’s overwhelming. “Unbelievable. This is the opportunity to build a relationship, and you w
***Bea's POV*** One moment I'm in Omar's car, battling the persistent nausea, the next under the warm water pouring from the showerhead, pinned between the glass panel and his scolding body, lost in the erotic rush of the hard kiss. I watch myself in his perspective as I push him away mischievously. My hands rub his member while I kneel. There are no words, just flowing lustful emotions. My mouth cups the top of his member while my eyes are set above. His sex hardens further with my hands’ twist motion and mouth pumps. Omar’s fingers comb my long black hair into a ponytail, gently preventing it from falling forwards as my thrust fastens. After a few deeper motions, his hips beg for something more. Assisting me up, I see myself turn around, arching my back, so my butt cheeks were pronounced towards him. From behind, Omar leans over, kissing my neck to shoulder line while caressing my breasts before standing up and positioning himself within me. Overw
***Adrian's POV***I drove us to town. Last night had been an eye-opener for both Bea and me. As she walked into Omar's empty bedroom, her disheartened face this morning revealed upsetting feelings within me I wasn't ready to admit. The possibility she was crushing on my lifelong rival triggered a sense of urgency. My prince charming status did not phase Bea like other girls. She doesn't care for status or money, she praises knowledge and honorable deeds, and honestly, I hadn't provided any. When she approached me in the cafeteria with a fresh start, I was over the moon. It was as if she could read my thoughts. However, I couldn't bring myself to be just friends when I wanted to make her be so much more.The town is all decked out for the human’s seasonal festivities. Stores put up their vitrine displays in red and green, while others opt for a more winter wonderland tone of whites and blues. Maya and I drive through town every year just to conte
Snow up to my calves, strong winds, distant screams, and growls led me to a burning village within the mountains. The retching smell of burning flesh made anyone's stomach twist. The further I stepped into the village, the more I noticed that it wasn't a regular settlement but a werewolf community, being slaughtered by darklings with no hope and quickly outnumbered as their kin turned into darklings—the werewolves fighting to exhaustion. A soft voice screaming for help comes from the town square but is silenced before I get there. I witness a male figure enclosing two smaller in its arms, burning in purple flames. The darklings circle me, bow, and extend their wings forwards, shaking their feathers. Then they all come to collide with my body, disappearing into me one by one, each carrying a different emotion—sadness, emptiness, loss, depression, despair, shame, and fear. Death will follow you wherever you go, but you mustn't give up. When the flame of life shines no more
*** Bea's POV*** Adrian gave me five minutes to get dressed. It would be reckless to face the unknown circumstances just the two of us, but we couldn't all leave either. Someone had to stay behind to defend the castle. While Adrian woke up Connor, I dashed through the corridors down to the staff quarters with a pair of snickers and a dark blue hoodie in hand. Clothes were the least of my worries. I rather take Amaya, one of the best warriors around here, than find another t-shirt to wear. The current grey sweatpants and white tank top will have to do. My gut feeling tells me we would need all the help we could get with the less disruption possible and taking her would be like taking ten warriors. I climb her bunk bed to get slapped in the face. Shaking the pain off while trying not to fall, I notice she is having a nightmare. Her loose brown hair sticks to her sweaty face while she tosses and turns breathlessly. "Amaya." I shake her,
***Bea's POV*** The plan is to fight enough darklings to create an opening for us to retrieve. The four Werewolves fighting along me are exceptional. Their display of strength and stamina have killed five darklings each, but the enemy kept on coming. "Listen up, boys." I block the sharp claws of my enemy with my sword's blade. Digging my feet in the snow, I push the attacker away, followed by a sword slash. It dodges my attack, compelling me to follow it deeper into their side of the battlefield, which I don't. "We can't fight forever." I throw an ice dagger stopping a darkling's attack before harming one of the wolves. "If they fall back, don't follow." I block a series of strikes by swapping my sword into a shield. "Instead, get ready to retrieve." Shapeshifting my weapon into a lance, I jab the darkling assailing me, which is then finished off by the werewolf with a golden hoop ear cuff. "Now is our queue!" The golden hoop werewolf
The rented SUV tires dug through the gravel road leading out of the aerodrome. Three days had passed since we experienced the chaos of darkness. On a brief call with Caroline, we realized Alpha Xavier's condition did not permit him to travel, but we couldn't just get up and leave the castle either. Caution is the word of the day, not to say of the century. There were no guarantees the darklings weren't going to attack us next. Adrian had to strategize a defense plan before leaving Connor in charge while he was gone. Evelina remained unconscious, and Jonas feared they would lose her if they didn't reunite with their Alpha soon. I clutch my hand to my chest, feeling the anxiety building up as my gaze recognizes the blue pine plateau from behind the front passenger's window. I'm happy to be back, but at the same time, it's clear why I wanted to leave in the first place. Calling it home feels incongruous. Yes, I was born and raised here, but I never belonged. Carl's men emerge from th
***Bea's POV*** The first hour in Blue Pine creek was chaotic, but things finally settled down. Spending the afternoon with my mother helping the refugees brought me a peaceful break from life's mayhem. "Bea, can you go downstairs and grab the baby formula from your dad?" My mother requests as she coo's the crying baby. She was looking after the baby for a few hours so the young mother could catch a shower and a deserved nap. "On it." I silently inform Caroline through gestures of my new task. I didn't want to interrupt her chat with a few survivors. Caroline is a hard-working leader. There are days she acts as if she goofs around too much, and others like this when she makes sure her new pack members feel welcome, supported, and cared for. Grayfang doesn't have a Beta. When they find their mate, Caroline's rule states that anyone, male or female, can choose to stay in the pack or leave to live with their mate's pack, rather than be a female choice only. She wanted to promote equ