TAWNY Caught in the heat of the moment, with his large and thick erection pushing into my back, Juniper lets out a purr that rumbles through my chest. She relishes in the feel of her male’s hard muscle and masculinity. Crimson’s whispered words vibrate through me, making my sex pulse at the thought of being filled by him. I want to forgive him, should I forgive him? ‘Yes’, my feline’s thoughts tumble through my mind, her energy pushing me to couple with my mate. ‘We want him, claim him’ I feel her encouragement. The sound of the Alpha team approaching has me coming to my senses and I break away from Crimson. Embarrassment replaces the tingling shivers of where his hands touched me - heated my skin. The scent of my arousal lingers thickly in the air, and I know the team can smell it when Mason emerges from the line of trees, casting me a disappointed look. I look away, glancing at Crimson who is now covered up much my disappointment. I clear my throat, and head, of the lustful th

CRIMSON Sliver-coated chains held me fast, digging into my skin. It was dark. Usually, with my night vision, I would be able to see clearly. Except, whatever poison they had hit me with, coupled with the fact that I was hanging upside down, had my vision wavering and hazy at best. I smelt the cold and dampness before I began to feel it. A small cell with no windows and a metal door surrounded me. I heard nothing, smelt nothing. I wiggled in the chains and my body swung in the open air. I was strung upside down, feet and hands bound by the restraints of the cool metal that wrapped around my body like a cocoon. I had been here for a while, by the feeling of the building pressure in my head and eyes, most likely due to blood pooling in my brain from my hanging position. I grit my teeth and try again to hoist myself upright. Straining every muscle, I have in vain. My body goes lax from the struggle. Like a pendulum, I swing

TAWNY I played along with Althea, pretending to be grateful that I was here, and that she wasn’t holding me as a prisoner. Although, when I was taken back to that tiny room and left on my own, the fake façade dropped. I paced the room most of the night, peeking out the lonely window and trying to see where the building they were holding Crimson in, was. I couldn’t see it, so I assumed it was on the other side of this small and strange compound of sorts. Food and water were brought to me, and I asked the guard if ‘my friend’ had also been fed. He grunted at me but acknowledged that he had been given food. The craziest thing was, where the heck was I meant to go to the bathroom? There was a tub in the middle of the room, but if I needed to… relieve myself… I was ‘shit out of luck’. Literally. Pun intended. The first thing I asked the next morning when they came to check on me and bring me to Althea, was where the fuck the bathroom was. It turns out they have a communal bathroom, wit

CRIMSON My roar rips through the night, halting the music, festivities, and actions of those who are attempting to mate and claim my mate. My kitten. MINE. I see red, I blaze with fury. Baring my teeth and I rumble out a growl, stalking towards my bound mate – laid out like a feast to be devoured, silk ties wrapped around her wrists and ankles, her dress is shredded and the heat rolling off her consumes my senses. The scent of her arousal fills the air and I gulp it in. I fight through the cluster of men who are vying for my woman. Scratching and clawing, knocking them down and out, making my way to her. I’m drenched, fur saturated with their blood. How many are dead – I don’t care. I’ll fight the whole Pride if I have to. I’ll kill them all. Reaching Tawny, I climb up and over her, my fur form covering her as I growl and snarl warnings to the other males. Protecting what belongs to me. More males sneer and swipe, fighting to claim my mate. I fight them off one by one, each ba

TAWNY I look up at Crimson with tears in my eyes, happy that he finally knows who and what he is. I can see the settling of his demeanor, the stiffness between his shoulder blades relaxes. I can sense him thinking about what Althea has told us and I know he will have more questions, but for now, he is satisfied with what he has been given. Me? I want to know more. The underground library, which we have been in for what seems like hours, has a familiar feel. One that I can’t quite place a finger on. Like a seventh sense, I know this place holds more secrets and somehow, it’s connected to Lamia. Ashe was the demi-god that came to Lamia in her dreams, the same person is known as Odeia. Ashe is the very same person to who Hunji pledged an oath too. This couldn’t be a coincidence, not when Orion and Silas are mentioned in the same breath. A sickening feeling forms in the pit of my stomach, when I think back to almost three years ago. I am well aware of the brutality of the Rogue King,