I’m speechless. So perfectly, happily, contentedly dumbstruck. Being in his arms is like landing in heaven itself. I’m safe, warm, loved, and the feeling grows, spreading through my veins like ivy. Replacing his mark was pure bliss. Despite the utter disaster of this situation, my whole body pulsed with desire for him, pushing myself against his body. Sybil rioted with unbridled joy, as if all the constant healing from silver never slowed her. My poor wolf has been through so much, yet she still made my body burn from head to toe at the sight of Briss. The only issue now is that I remain shackled to the floor like an animal. When my collarbone stopped bleeding, Briss took a trembling step backwards, his irises the most intense lilac. I wince when I realise he is covered in burning red lines down his forearms where the silver branded him. He doesn't mention my pitiful state. He just gives me another, more tender kiss before asking, “Does he have keys for those?” “I’ve never seen the
Until we reached the lakes shale shore, it's tiny waves lapping gently, I couldn’t believe we had a chance of making it out. The wooden boat I travelled here with, just over twelve feet long, had a small propeller engine attached to the back. Painted blue, with a white bench across the middle, it was severely basic, but it would do. I hauled the rucksack in and pushed Zena out onto the water. When I was convinced we hadn’t been followed, I waded out, climbed in, and fired up the whirring little propeller. The black, cloud-filled sky matched the inky water beneath, her rainbow eyes the only thing in my vision, and I finally allowed myself to relax. We’re safe. For now, anyway. I sat at the rear of the boat on the tiny little wooden rest, my hand on the propeller, guiding us towards the centre of the lake. Zena consulted the compass on the broad middle bench, although her eyes kept lifting to meet mine. She’s coming back into herself. It wasn’t the wounds or the skinny, bedraggled lo
“Get dressed, quietly as you can,” Briss murmured, reaching behind for his own pile of clothes. Even in my state of panic seeing his huge arms stretch backwards was stunning, his wide chest expanding into a map of rippling strength. He only got a couple of hours of sleep but as soon as I smelt lemon my brain went into overdrive and I had to wake him. I’m not losing him now. We need to get the hell out of here. At least if we are on dry land we can shift and fight. With a twinge of sadness I flung my clothes on, the joy we’d managed to indulge in for a few brief hours already interrupted. It was magical to reconnect in body and spirit though. He understands how much I crave his body against mine. On top of me, all that weight, warmth and adoration just sent my senses haywire. Sybil felt supercharged, my body spasming into such blinding, seismic releases under his touch that I could easily grow addicted. Straddling him, filled with his hot seed and still pulsing cock was the most
Standing in the soaked, damp hallway I was stuck dumbly staring by the abandoned silver chains. The room as empty as me. The broken slivers of knife laid next to the chains. Small drops of blood. The smell of the damp earth was everywhere preventing me from tracking any real scent but the real clue was in what remained of Zena’s scent. From the shorts she had abandoned on the floor. For the first time in all the months I have looked after her, arousal. The most intense jasmine sweetness. I remember it painfully well. So Briss found her. The fucking robot with no passion found her. As my anger and humiliation swirls. Because that’s what’s happened. She’s chewed me up and spat me out. I’m the victim of her fucking mind games. After everything I have done for her. Betrayed my pack, shed my useless wolf and rescued her from Alpha Phillipe’s henchmen. Shaking my head in confusion I silently doused the whole fucking place in gasoline. Flinging a match into the kitchen where she should h
I told Cillian everything. Luna Ruth, Aisling, Thalia, Imogen. How Maddox had rescued and chained me up. Briss saving me. I told how Maddox was somehow destined to be a hero, saving Alpha Alexander, a bloodied assassin dead on the floor. Then I got to Matilda, Leona, and Naomi alone and huddled together in that miserable grey room. At the mention of Matilda’s pregnancy, he stopped and looked like he wanted to be sick. When he struggled to reply, Sibyl sent me a bolt of warm support. /It’s a lot to take in. You're a whirlwind of disaster to him/ Clutching a hot cup of cocoa, shivering from the cold, I stared into the fire. I was vaguely aware of the huge frame of the Shadowlands Alpha pacing back and forth. Every so often, he would huff or stop in his tracks, but he did his best not to interrupt. Until we got to the part where I betrayed him. “That reading was also…the one where I saw you die. Where I decided I had to change Fate and make sure you lived.” “You had no right to do th
Cillian hauled me to my feet as I spluttered, unable to clear the invisible smoke from my lungs. I thrashed in his arms, still able to feel the searing heat as my clothes charred into my skin. "Zena! What did you see!” I’m a wreck. The fire burning so brightly right next to me isn’t helping either. I plunge my face into Cillian’s chest and let out a deep, primal scream. Padgett was dead. Luna Ruth appears batshit insane. Maddox is there, but I don’t know what it all means. Well, I know it’s not a win for Shadowlands. And it's happening tomorrow. Alpha Cillian holds me until the hallucinatory pain ebbs away. I don’t want to die. /No shit, who would!/ Sybil manages to mock, albeit with a pained whimper. /Think I'm dead now, though after that/ she added. I tried to grin at her deadpan attempt at humour before realising Cillian was smothering me in his huge, solid chest. I squirm, forcing him to release me. “What the hell have you just seen?” “I’m...I see Luna Ruth celebrating, Pa
It’s all or nothing. Honour or betrayal. I could easily walk away from all this, run to Nikolai, and warn him about Genevieve and the plans Luna Ruth has for his father. To confess, maybe have some dignity intact. But what use is dignity when one ends up hanging from the East Wall.However, there is no way Zena is going to let what I did to her go When the next communications arrive, it will be with my death warrant attached. If she’s made it to Cillian anyway. She might be skulking on her own somewhere like normal. Putting on leather jackets and red lipstick to twist another man into pieces. Tired and exhausted after driving the motorbike all night, I arrived for my morning shift in the nick of time. Everything seems to have shifted. The huge White Forest castle and its square gravelled courtyard. Gleaming turrets, guard nooks, and flags flying. It’s like I’m only just seeing everything for the first time.Because my gut tells me I won’t be looking at it for much longer.The bit th
When that first Hybrid tackled me to the floor, I assumed that I was dead meat. I could hear the others approaching. Which one would be first to rip my neck out? It takes two or three regular men to take on a hybrid wolf. But despite the odds, I kept going. If I made myself difficult to kill, it all bought seconds of time for Zena to put more metres between us. Merged alongside the terror of dying was the tightening of my heart, the clamping of my ribcage as she got away. I had to take that as a good thing. If she had turned round, coming back for me in some deranged attempt to save the day, the pain would lessen. So I got back on four paws and bared my teeth, jumping at the huge ashy blonde wolf who had taken me down. We rolled together, down a slight hillside, crashing into a fallen tree. The wolf yelped in agony as I used my claws to grip onto its back. In a crazed rodeo, Shi hung on and tore out huge chunks of flesh. Blood spurted everywhere, soaking my fur, fouling my taste b