I am not in heat; I cannot blame his scent or my nature as a wolf.Perhaps it is his hold on me, his unearthing beauty, or my absurd desire to please him.Yes...that's it.My desire for him to crave me. It is my yearning for him to want me that keeps me still as his thumb pokes intrusively in my mouth.Marko’s eyes look unfocused; their silver seems to lose its reflective shimmer as they yield to the newfound darkness clouding them.His hand adjusts slowly as if praying I halt him, but he does not understand how it thrills me to see him give in to me.The frown on his face deepens, but his conflicted emotion is coupled with the sliding of his index and middle fingers in my mouth.I yield willingly, pressing my tongue against the intrusive pair and wrapping my lips around them before wetting them enough to slide my tongue between them easily. His fingers taste clean; then again, a royal never has to open doors.An encouraging moan escapes me, seemingly sending his constrain out the win

Marko’s hold on the tweezers is precise; it doesn’t hurt when he pulls the shards lodged in me…then again, it could be the alcohol in my system numbing me to high heaven.I am stuck with him for lack of proper means of escape despite my insistence.His men cleared the road only after he shuffled uncomfortably and settled beside me in the cab. A pharmacy stop had sidetracked our visit to the liquor store, but because West wished to close, we returned to my mother’s house with the bulk of Whisky he purchased out of insistence. I should say my house now, shouldn't I?After all, what claim do the dead have on the living?But, calling it ‘mine’ would imply I have a place to call home, a place to run to when no such place exists, not in Red Graw nor Ketria, not even in the arms of my mate.I do not trust myself with Marko in an enclosed space, so I insisted we remain in the backyard, seated in the cold. I settled on the table of the rundown picnic chair, watching the lights in the distant h

“Marko, I will not apologise for having your mother banished...what I will apologise for is not running far enough from you that you could never reach me. You should never have realised that I was your mate."Her words plunged something deep within him, and the newfound searing pain caused him to drop her wrist as if it scolded him.He could utter nothing in response to her harsh words, mainly because it would be an excuse if he did—an excuse that might cause her to halt her tale and for them to spiral into an argument.But how dare she utter those words to him?How dare she insinuate he had no right to find his mate!"The dream that told me you were my mate made me wish for death.”She uttered with a broken smile before taking a swig of her liquor.“I had always told myself I would love my mate so deeply that they would not stray. I wanted everything between us to be perfect; they wouldn’t have a family they must leave, and I wouldn’t be breaking theirs. Our love would be normal and

Marko Christ, what had he done? What of the bond? He could smell her now, so what did that- A hearty chuckle escaped her, stilling the panic in his being. “Good God, that was fast!” She uttered again with a louder laugh, but his stomach would not let him join her, “God! We are like animals!” She uttered as she lowered her sweater and pulled her pants to decency. She did not wipe his seed, merely covered it, he wanted to help clean her, but he couldn’t bring himself to suggest the act; what if he lost his sanity again? “Relax…” She whispered as she slid from the table, wobbling slightly, perhaps because of the weakness he induced in her knees. He should be proud, but regret at his irresponsibility claimed him. How could he do that? How could she let him? “There is no need to resemble a deer in headlights; the scent is gone. The bond is still broken.” Impossible, he could still… He raised his nose to confirm, and…it was gone. Her…bubble gum (?) scent was gone. The scent h

“The plane is ready for you, your majesty.”The attendant says, and as I follow him in the guided direction, she stands before me, blocking me from Marko.“Our Alpha requests your presence.”Marko stills in his track before turning his glare to her, and as much as one can visibly notice her cower, there is some excitement in her gaze.“He- he only requests five minutes.”“No.”Marko answers for me, but as if disregarding his words, the attendant turns fully to me.“Please?”I know Jax’s mode of operation; she would probably, no, definitely be punished if I do not yield to her request, but the weather is unstable. We might have to wait and depart tomorrow if I stay too long.I reach for my device and dial his number.Of course, he doesn’t answer.“Please?”The attendant repeats, but this time I shake my head. I wish I could bring myself to care for her fate, but I just do not.“Then- then use this line.”She utters desperately, then passes a card bearing an unfamiliar number.“Please.