Females in torn, bloodied clothes started to mill out of the woods. They were disturbingly many. My eyes settled on the one on the ground. She lay there naked and unmoving with a torn neck. Her eyes stared blindly in death. Thelma caught my gaze and lifted Keanu. She carried him away from the gruesome scene and I set the dead bodies on fire with Jared standing solidly behind me. "Gather here– all of you–and listen to me … " Dane's authoritative voice rented the air and I walked back to join him with Jared by my side and the freed women, tailing us. The sounds of their whimpering tore me up inside. "I am Alpha Dane. The leader of Northlands. I have the pack's Betas here, a few of our gammas, and my pups. In addition to that, the pack's healers are here, led by my mate, your lunar. If you are wounded and need attention once we are done here they will attend to you," Dane continued. Murmurs of relief and thanksgiving resounded in the shrouded grounds. I didn't know I was the pack's
I can't say I was surprised to find a guardian on my tail that bloody Anastasios Martas. I should have left him with those fuckers to rot but I knew I could not stomach the thought of those little shits thinking they could threaten me with a fucking guardian or perhaps I just couldn't stand the audacity of them ensnaring a son of Zeus. I refused to think it was compassion. The very thought made me shake visibly just to disperse the fucking notion. I suppose since I didn't dispose of this one, they figured they could approach me with some carrot sticks. Oh, I knew that was what it would amount to. Fury welled in me. I wonder at the 'carrot' they figure they could dangle this time. I felt unsettled to my very core when my eyes settled on Saraya, managing the wounded as best as she could. My heart constricted. Deep inside me I already know the answer to that. And it gnawed at me that the offer they might have may be too good to pass off. I grounded my teeth in annoyance, hating the
Heavens know I tried to stay calm, if for nothing, but for the children. Knowing now that they can easily pick up my mood. Sarafina was carrying Tabitha and Anton held onto Keanu. The rest of the gammas flanked us in a protective shield as if they were expecting an ambush and considering we are in the middle of nowhere and perhaps still close to the wild rogues valley, it was quite understandable. Magical energy swelled in me and I could feel my fingers tingling. The thought that Dane was on the other side of the veil and might be in danger gnawed at me. I swallowed, counting numbers to contain my fears. I flinched when lightning struck in the dark sky and followed by a deafening rumble. Breathing audibly, I opened my eyes and they settled on Keanu. My boy was watching me like a hawk. I smiled at him, hoping to let him know it was fine. 'Open the portal,' I heard Dane's voice in my head and breathed like someone coming out for air. Holding my right hand forward, I murmured an in
I was uncomfortable getting her naked and having sex in the open place, but the scent of her arousal got to me and I lost control. Having her against the tree was my way of shielding her in case there was another guardian lurking in the veil. I tried not to think of Anastasios Martas' ominous tone earlier and got lost in the pleasure of being buried in the warm sweetness of my woman. Gosh, she felt so good, milking and fastening around me in a firm grip, giving me an almost painful pleasure. It felt as if I was rocking with her in my arms, thrusting and bucking uncontrollably, lost in sexual ecstasy. It was divine. I didn't want it to stop. Her floral scent mixed with nature, driving me wild. My arms tightened a tad too hard around her and she let out a groan, I cursed mentally trying to contain myself but it was hard. "You feel so good," I rasped. "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you…" "You are not, my love, don't stop," she whispered back fervently. I growled deep in my throat as emo
"The Eastlanders have a temple in the Walsbour Mountain where they worship Selene…" Anastasios Martas started to say. "I know the gods can be megalomaniacs sometimes but please tell me Selene has not grown fickle enough to trust the offspring of Gala with her weapon of war just because they praise and worship her!" "No. She did not. The witches didn’t even have the knowledge of what she looked like but now they don’t only know, they have a sculpture of her — the exact image of Selene with her torch in the temple," he said, repeating himself so I would catch his meaning but I already knew what he meant. "How the fuck would they know what she looks like? And her weapons of war?" "Hekate thought it would be funny to possess the leader and give her the vision of what their goddess looks like. So they could see that Selene in all of her glorious beauty has horns. She invoked Selene's spirit through the witch's lips, passing the power in the torch to the caricature," Wulfgar Hawk suppl
Heavens, I have never been so angry. I recalled Saraya suggesting the death hex might be a result of her overusing magic. The two of us were so far off the mark. I had expected retribution from Zeus and Selene and had easily blamed them. I should have held onto my hunch about that bitch. When Saraya told me how Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart died I had a gut feeling it was planned. But back then the Eastlanders' politics were of no interest to me. I had Saraya and that was enough for me. I found myself clenching and unclenching my fist as I strode back to the house. Marching through the gate, I tried to contain my fury but it was of no use. I wished we hadn't gone to the wild rogues' valley earlier, it would have been a great place to head to right now to let off steam. Entering the room, my eyes settled on Saraya as I took off my clothes. The silk cover outlined her curves, clinging to every inch of her. She shifted her position, resting on her back and I couldn't take my eyes off
If there was another term to describe eternal blissfulness, I think that would capture how I felt burrowing into his arms. He wrapped around me engulfing me in a tight protective embrace that made me feel loved and cherished. I couldn't believe I just told him I love him but I had no regrets it was evident that he felt as intensely as I did. I raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky feel of his mane. He made a pleasure-filled sound deep in his throat, causing me to smile. I edged upward to plant a kiss on his jawline. His well-formed lips stretched into a smile. "Keep doing that and you will not be going back to sleep," he rasped with his eyes closed. His voice was a delicious baritone goodness. In response, I climbed over him, cupped his chin and kissed him. He chuckled. I felt his hand gently stroking my naked behind, he trailed the tip of his fingers against my skin, moving them up and down the slope of my back. I felt so complete. "Tell me how a gorgeous hottie
When I opened my eyes much later, I found I was the only one in bed. Turning on Dane's side of the bed my eyes darted about and settled on his broad back. He stood by the window wearing nothing but cargo pants. The sight brought a smile to my face. I had imagined seeing him in the regular clothing I was used to and thought he would look odd in suits, but my goodness, in those Cango pants, he looked like a god! His long, toned body was something to behold. I settled back on my back, watching him. His long straight hair fell to his back, reaching the top of his bum. And what a lovely behind! "Hey," I called. He turned around. The side of his lips tweaked in a teasing smile and he said,"Again, you know I can hear your thoughts, right?" I felt heat grow on my neck and face. "Argh! Stop it, Dane!" I said, burying my face into the nearest pillow. He chuckled. "I am not the one doing it, babe," he said in a laughing voice. "But I do appreciate that you love my bum," he added, "and c