☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "Yes. Alpha Connor mentioned that he'd deduced it was him and alerted you on the day of the attack." "Indeed," I mutter, my head reeling as details of that day replay like a taped record. Could it be that Mikael had a hand in the blind attack? No, wait. Wade's already ruled that out. Fabian was not the one who cut into our territories, so Mikael should be crossed off my list of suspicions, whether or not he is friends with Fabian. But what if... "My father also said Fabian was the Alpha of Amengal. Is that true?" "Yes and no. He was the former Alpha of Amengal, but his brother, Falcon, recently usurped him." He stills as he scrutinises the emotion I've failed to curb from seeping into my expression. "You know something?" Not by way of a question but a statement. I shake my head, but he remains unconvinced. He knows me more than most, so it's only common sense that he's sceptical. However, I can't share my fears with him. It'll only hand him cause to suspect
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ “Did you come to watch the practice, Luna?” A man with dark locs that trail past his shoulder blades questions in a booming voice. I repress a shiver at the power it controls, registering how the latter leaks out of him as if searching for a vessel to occupy. It takes laser focus on breathing evenly that no trembles are heard in my response. “On another day, maybe. But today, I am here to practice myself.” “Oh.” The tattoo—a half-moon around which strings of pearls cluster—below his ribcage ripples as he swivels to exchange pointed looks with his partners. The men don’t care enough to conceal the surprise on their faces or the subtle wariness that their ticking muscles present. “Is there a problem?” I speak louder than my usual, demanding the update I apparently missed. Wade shows upturned hands to me, equally as confused at this development. Neither he nor I know what the fuss is about. “None at all, Luna.” The same wolf replies again. Clearly, he is the h
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ I could plunge my knife into his gut and get him to release me. But I can't. What news will be relayed to the pack? That the Luna pacified her husband, calmed him down, by stabbing him? That she could not talk to him tenderly as one would to their significant other? Memories of Sage saturate my mind, and I ask myself a critical question. If this was his hand curled around my neck in the span of my history where I'd been madly in love with him, would I dagger him to escape? No, I wouldn't. The answer is apparent, and so is the trashing of my option of hurting Mikael, no matter how badly I am tempted to. I'll manipulate this situation to my advantage instead. Shaking my hand off the hilt of my blade, I hold onto his arm instead. My features slacken as I adopt a frailty I'd not let anyone see otherwise. I part my lips and shut my eyes, emitting weak, strangling sounds that any wolf could hear. "She's suffocating. You're choking her! Stop!" Wade yells, and I hea
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ A passage is cleared immediately as he carries me out of the training premises. My throat remains clogged up until we're close to the house. Then I muster the strength to speak, overcoming the physical and mental drainage brought about by what I'd somehow managed to execute. The question of who I am and what I've become churns my peace, swirling around in my head, but I ignore it, focusing on my present need instead. "I need a shower." "Alright," he grunts, then, holding me awkwardly with one arm, pushes open the door. I could have sworn the house released a moan of relief at our entrance as if a living being. Mikael leaves the door open and strides right in, covering the entire length of the sitting room in a trice. However, he learns his mistake because my attention remains fixed on the log gate left ajar as I stare it down over his shoulder. Retracing his footsteps, he kicks the barrier close with soft muttering. I'm too fatigued to tell him that he should
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ She's naked. In my arms. Her hard nipples poke my chest, and rational thoughts flee. So enchanting a woman she is. She rouses a man too thoroughly. And now, standing before me without any covering to her supple body, it is as if my blood has been torched. I inhale deeply, harnessing her arousal's scent, entitling the fragrance to sprint down hubs that have gone untouched for a while. "Why, aren't you a little minx, piscín?" I nibble at her earlobe before bending to suckle at the silky skin at her neck's crook. My tongue strokes her clean body, relishing my wash's smell mingling with that which is only hers. She shudders, breath turning shallow, and I renew my incursion with vigour, savouring the muted citrusy notes. Her dainty moans maneuver smoothly through the taut air, encapsulating all in the fragile ball of a woven spell. "I did not imagine that you'd be out here seducing me this early in the day." She shoves me away. "What?" Large dreamy emerald eyes now
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ “Thank you, Mikael.” It’s pleasing to hear her call my name instead of the formal, rigid salutation of Alpha she dearly values. “You smell more of yourself than you did in the bathroom.” Her smile is tender though laced with caution. “I used my personal products afterward.” “Come sit here with me.” She marks my instruction, and heads in my direction, taking an opposite to mine. I chuckle as she has wrongly interpreted what I said. “Sit with me in this chair.” Her brows raise, and she stares warily at my lap and upper limbs like they are contraptions that could explode at any instant. “No.” “Why not?” My grin is nothing less of a snarl. “I don’t bite.” She narrows her eyes until they are in a squint, the viridescence of her irises fading from view. “You do bite.” “I do.” I concede with a wink that she scoffs at in return. “But I won’t now, not without your consent. Not unless you want me to.” I know the look she wears. It’s one I’ve noticed to make an entra
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ I fold my arms behind my head as I readjust into a prone position on the fur rug, a smirk playing on the corners of my lips. “You are warmer?” “Yes.” She clicks her tongue, then shuffles in the same spot. “Did you like my presents?” I tilt to consider her without the shadows cast on her by the darkness unfurled behind the brilliance of the fiery niche. The light sets her features aglow, but only from a precise angle. Her hand finds her throat, and I avert my gaze from the expanse of exposed silky skin. “I liked them. Though, I must admit that they were a lot. I don’t know what or when I’m going to use that many pieces of jewellery.” She shakes her head as if still finding the phenomenon unbelievable. “You will receive even more in the future.” I enjoy how shock drops her jaw for a beat before continuing. “Do not worry about when to wear them. There will be enough occasions in the future. As Luna, you will have many events to attend. It’d serve you well to star
I'm neither relaxed nor in good humour, but I pretend so as I call the cub en route to my office. He trots behind me, as mum as a sealed mouth entails. Anger dissipates from the lividness I have bottled up despite my honest efforts. Phoenix's news of a failed settlement has soured my cast. The youngling at my heels knows me well enough to detect my foul mood and keeps a reasonable distance. "Has the body been taken care of?" I glance at Redor's lowered head as he hastens forth. He reports in a mellow tone that does not rouse me more than the current. "It has, Alpha. As instructed, it has been embalmed. All that remains is for the transfer." "Await my command for the next step." "Aye, Alpha." He begins to slink away but straightens, refilling his spot at realising I've not finished speaking. Snow crunches beneath my feet, adhering to the sole of my heavy slides. I revive the memory of carrying her across the field to our wedding. She'd been on the verge of lamenting at the sea of