“You should know that I offered to reject him; he refused,” Zenesha said. “‘Nesha…” Nigel called her with an endearing version of her name. His voice was deep and ladened with emotions. “He is a Lycan…” Nigel’s father said meaningfully. His eyes darkened with arrays of emotions that were quite confusing. Eirika couldn’t tell whether he approved or not but she swore she could perceive his pity and concern. “I already told her werewolves' rejection ritual doesn’t work for me,” Nigel snapped. “That’s not what your father meant, Nigel, let’s go inside. Bishop, you guys should give us a minute and stay alert,” Arric said. “Yes, boss,” Bishop replied. Without waiting for Nigel and Shadowclaw to act on his suggestion, Arric pulled Eirika and gestured to Zenesha to move ahead of him with a stern gaze. She worked her jaw and obeyed. Once inside, Zenesha stood by the door, and Nigel stood about two meters away watching her. His father went to take a seat and gestured to Arric and Eir

"You are beautiful…" He rasped and trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck and continued downward to tease her nipples with the gentle stroke of his tongue. She hurriedly reached for his cargo pants, pulling them down to free his hardened shaft, and wrapped her fingers around him. He grunted in pleasure as she stroked him, wrapping his left arm around her waist to lift her up so he could remove her clothes completely and also make her perch on edge of the countertop. Eirika's chest heaved hard as he spread her wide like an Eagle on the counter, pushing away all her food spread. He grabbed her slim thighs with both hands widening her legs further and lowered his face to devour her. Eirika writhed atop the cold table arching her back to give him more access as she moaned his name with no inhibition. Arric loved how she tasted and her fruity scent was quite heady. He lapped hungrily at her opening, slipping his tongue into her core to make her pour more into his mouth. Eirike

Eirika let out a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding as Arric went out of sight. She wanted to jump down and go after him but the men thrashing on the bloodied ground, drawing their last breath held her paralyzed to the spot. It was difficult to imagine that the Arric who just left now was the same one who had been loving and attentive to her for the past few days. He was quite an enigma and Eirika was mighty glad she was not on the opposing side. Arric was brutal. Her heart had run a mile per second when the captured werewolf taunted him just like Mauro earlier did. Eirika recalled his cold, unyielding stance and silently prayed to the moon goddess for her intervention. She doubted her heart would be able to stand it if he returned to being withdrawn and unhinged with her. "Luna?" Bishop called from the ground, looking up at her. "You can come down now. Do you need assistance?" "N-no I can come down by myself, thank you," she said and carefully found her way down the tr

"Arric…" "I don't think you understand that you are mine…" "I know we are mated, Arric, I know what it means. Do you?" "What are you saying?" "We are going to spend a long time together, Arric, I don't want to spend it with you hating me!" she cried. A frown furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't hate you," he rasped in the gentlest tone she had ever heard him use. Cupping the side of her face, he stroked her skin with his thumb. "Arric…." "Stop imagining nonsense and perish the thought that we would ever be separated," he whispered, cutting her off. Tears welled and spilled down the sides of her face. "The only thing that's going to separate me from you, is death." Raising her head from the mattress, Eirika pressed her lips to his. Arric groaned and gave her room to deepen the kiss, she probed his lips with her tongue and he parted them for her, shutting his eyes as she nibbled his lips, moaning his name. His entire frame shook at the wonderful surge of pleasure that raked throug

"Yes, Marnet Darnald is dating a human, can you believe that?" “He hasn’t found a mate?” “Not yet,” Aricel replied with a hint of irritation. "Marnet Darnald?" Eirika repeated and threw Nigel a side glance. "Do you know my son?" Aricel asked with a curious frown. Arric too directed his gaze at Eirika. "If he has taught in Fountain High in the East before, yes," Eirika said. "Then we would both know him, we attended the same school," Nigel added. Aricel nodded. "Yes, he did teach at Fountain High… Then you must know the human…" "Wendy?" "No, her name is Gwenna - an intriguing little thing," Aricel said with a lowered gaze. Arric studied him keenly. "I don't think I know …" Eirika said. "I do. And I don't think Wendy would have loved to see that happen," Nigel said in amusement. "Who are you?" Aricel asked. "Nigel Hartwell..." "He is Shadowclaw's son," Arric replied. Aricel's eyes widened in delight. "You know my dad? Of course, you know my dad," Nigel said, "ho