I look at the reflection of us both in the mirror, a sense of ease settling over me. I no longer felt the outsider in a world that was not my own. For the first time, I felt wanted.
I looked towards the man stood beside me, my heart quickening in my chest at the sight of him. His long hair had been pulled back into a neat ponytail at the base of his skull, his blue eyes looked back at me with heavy lids.
“If you continue looking at me like that Rosa, I fear we will not be making it to the party tonight.” He whispered into the shell of my ears. My cheeks heating under the weight of his words.
A naughty part of me wanted to say “Would that be so bad?” The idea of him taking me to bed now and staying there until the whole of Christmas was over, well it was tempting to say the least.
But we couldn’t. He was the King, and he would be expected to be there. And I as his mate, I would be expected by his side.
With a sigh, I break my eye conta
# “Well, isn’t that lovely.” A voice spoke from beside us. My head shot round to find a very smug looking Estelle. None of my ladies had seen the blonde-haired temptress for days now. There were rumours that she had been helping Alexander’s war chiefs in making contact with the outer lying packs. It came as no surprise; she was the only one amongst us that could bypass William’s men without so much as having to stand from her chair. The fact of the matter was no one had particularly missed her company. Alex growled from beside me, the vibrations radiating through his chest. “What do you want Estelle.” His voice was low and menacing, a sound that I had not heard for some time now. I knew that his wolf was close just by how he spoke. Nina wasn’t far off either. She had just ruined what should have been a magical moment in our lives. “Oh, nothing in particular… sire.” She spoke with a sarcastic note to her words. Her eyes glimmeri
Arthur handed over the young girl to her mother and left with a swiftness of a predator. Leaving me stood with his shivering family. “You must me the Lady Louisa?” I ask the woman after a beat. “Yes… my lady.” She seemed uncomfortable for a moment, unsure as to the best way to address me. “Please, just call me Rosalie. Or Rosie. Whichever you prefer.” I bend down to look at the little boy, he was the spitting image of his father. His unruly curls sticking out all over his head. “Shall we find you something dry to wear, and maybe even something yummy to eat?” I ask him, to which I got a small smile and a nod. I lead them away from the great hall in the direction of mine and Alexander’s personal rooms. As we rounded a corner, a shiver runs up my spine as I come face to face with a smashed window. Snow beginning to bellow in from the opening. Knowing that it must have been Alexander who cause the damage did little to comfort me. Blood could be se
Alexander As soon as I stepped foot out of the great hall, the sounds of people having fun echoing down the halls behind me, I could feel my body begin to shift. Hairs growing over every inch of my body, my bones cracking as I transformed from human to wolf. I could feel every second of the pain of transforming and I welcomed it as an old friend. The moment that the glass cut into my flesh as I fled from the castle and the hit of the icy cold wind as I ran. All of it was nothing in comparison to the pain that I felt in my heart. My wolf stopped atop the highest point of my lands and howled into the night. Not that anyone would have heard. The snow was coming down thickly and the wind silenced my howls as quickly as they were cried. The villagers were too busy feasting on the castle’s offerings and the nobles of the court were too busy dancing inside the castle. The only people out on a night like this were gua
Rosalie I didn’t sleep that night. Instead, I sit surrounded by Arthur’s family, a heaviness in my heart and worry in my soul as I prayed to the goddess for Alexander to return. It would seem however that my prayers were to go unanswered, seeing as by the time the castle servants were waking, neither Alexander nor Arthur had returned to the Castle. Worry was churning in my gut. I had no idea where he was, or what he could be doing. And guilt overtook me to the point I couldn’t breathe. I had done this. Me. Because I didn’t trust that my mate would understand, and now it had all gone wrong. Last night should have been the happiest day of my life. Alexander had finally admitted his feelings for me, and instead of rejoicing in a bubble of bliss, I was now wallowing in the pain that I had caused my mate. Despite Louisa’s words last night, I couldn’t help but spite Estelle’s vengeful interfer
Nina was right, the ride across the snowy fields was both bumpy and cold. The wind hit my face like shards of ice slicing through my skin. My eyes watered making it difficult to see. It was no use trying to make sense of where they were taking me, so, I simply just hold onto Silas tighter and close my eyes waiting for us to reach whatever it was that Alex wanted to show me. When the great wolf finally did begin to slow, the snow was coming down thickly, making it difficult to see past the end of my nose. Any trace of paw prints were already covered back over as soon as he lifted his foot from the ground. Through the falling snowflakes, there was an outline of a small brick cottage with a thatched roof. Around the perimeters of the little cottage was a low wooden rail fence, inside were remnants of an overgrown, but once very much-loved garden, with a small plot of vegetables. In the small windows were lacey net curtains and a solid wooden door sat prid
Alexander continued his trail of kisses down my neck and over my shoulder, stopping at the peak of my breast. He drew my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His tongue flicked and rolled the taut nub, almost sending me crashing over the edge of another orgasm as he does so. “Please Alex, I need you.” I cry out, trying to hold back the mounting orgasm that was building in my core. I try to pull his muscular body towards me in the hopes that he would get the idea of what I wanted, but I was met with resistance and a chuckle, his torturous hand slowly trailing down my stomach and over the mound of pubic hair before stopping at the entrance to my pleasure. With slow movements he presses a long finger into my wet hole, a moan escaping as he did. This is what I have been missing, feeling him inside me. And although it still wasn’t completely satisfactory, it was a by far better than my own
I woke up to a thin jet of light streaming though the bedroom window the next morning. Moaning at the unwelcome intrusion, I roll over, my arm draped over the considerably bulky form of Alexander lying next to me. “Good morning little mate.” His sleepy voice came from beside me. Still too asleep to form words, I simply grunt a morning and close my eyes once more. But any hope of returning to the land of sleep was destroyed when moments later, my stomach rolled uncomfortably in my gut, and a burning sensation rising up my throat. Opening my eyes in alarm, I scramble from the bed, tripping over Alexander and the sheets as I try to make my way to the chamber pot. I just made it in time, before the contents of my stomach emptied itself from everything that I had eaten the day before. Alexander quietly comes up behind me, gently rubbing my back as I heave. As the bout of sickness began to ease, I sit back awa
The morning passed in a flurry of laughter. The lake was beautiful, like almost everything in this rugged terrain. The horizon was completely unmarred by humans. All my eyes could see, was mile after mile of beautiful woodlands and heathland, stretching in every direction, all culminating in the centre of a vast expanse of water. The ice was thick over the top ensuring that we were safe enough to walk across it without worrying about breaking through and plunging into the freezing depths. Alexander had been right, the area was sheltered from the worst of the winter weather, meaning that we could skate happily without the bitterness of the wind interfering. We spent a happy morning doing just that. And I was surprised more than once at how confident Alexander was on the ice. He skated with the elegance of someone who had been doing it all of their life. Unlike me, the Bambi in headlights as a hobbled and tripped over the