I was right to tell Matilda my escorting days are over. There was only a couple of days difference between taking her for a quickie with Cillian and Zeke receiving that note. Of course I was panicked, same as Zeke. If Cillian had been murrdered along with half the army then we’d all be fucked, my wavering alliance to Shadowlands the least of my problems. So while Zeke took on the whole journey with his olive-skinned face pale and washed out, mine was tense with frustration. It feels like strings are being pulled that I have no idea about, dancing over a hole. Zena springs to mind, but then she always does. The jasmine-scented dagger between my ribs. Whilst the blonde Riley and everyone else ran about like headless chickens trying to put together the pieces of the attack I stood and breathed in. If Cillian had been killed the men would need a leader. And it isn’t me. I don’t have the respect of the pack like Zeke. I don’t want it either. So I turned to Zeke instead, my voice low an

After the shitshow down in Shadowlands, where Beta Patrick had a knife to my throat I’ve been on my best behaviour. I went straight back up to White Forest. I managed to smooth over some of the lies I told on the way down. Made out they were communication errors, accidental misinformation. Think I’ve just about got away with it too. A huge slice of luck came my way too just a few days after my brush with death, finally earning me a bit of respect. Myself and a few other men were guarding Alpha Alexander as he took a stroll down by the jetty. He likes to do this before bed, he grumbles something about it helping him sleep. The others hang back and give him space but as Adrian arrives with letters for him to read we fell into conversation a few paces behind the Alpha. He might be in his late forties but shit our brooding, dark haired leader remains a force to be reckoned with. In hushed tones I ask Adrian if anything has been seen of Zena. “Sorry, not that I’ve heard. Maybe ask Bris

I can’t believe after throwing everything back in his face I’m back here. In his arms, on his huge thighs. How long has he sat and guarded me sleeping? I woke up to find him sitting near to me. I realised I was tucked into a black sleeping bag, safe and warm. Poor Briss must have been in agony looking at the twisted way he’d had to bend his legs to sit down against the bed. It was like a sensory overload. He made me feel things I’ve never experienced before. I didn’t go out of my head as our passion crested. I was in the room, adoring his touch, his body and I realised with a thud I was in love. Painfully in love. Then when I thought he was going to be like all the rest and just slam me against the wall like every other guy does he was tender and sweet. It was too much, so I blew it up. But waking up, feeling like myself again I found myself staring at him. He was asleep, barely, nodding up and down as if fighting it. His black tufty hair swaying across his forehead. Those perfect

Marked. I was off my head with pleasure when I asked for that but it felt like the only thing to do. Shi was pushing so hard, desperate to cement that bond with Zena’s wolf. /Not mates but more/ he kept repeating. Every time I thrust inside her beautiful body he repeated it until I caved. The fact she eagerly complied, her canines sinking into me with relish I’ll never forget. The clamping, locking sensation of being tied to her forever.Throughout the night, one of us would wake and slowly tease the other. The lamplight long burnt out, in the dark I learned Zena’s every contour and shape. The delicious, voluptuous curves of her ass and breasts. She was all soft sweetness against my solid frame, the way her hips and thighs moulded perfectly to me. She woke me up with the sweetest kisses only to straddle me and lean over so her nipples brushed against my tongue. In the darkness we found each other.Now marked, I could feel her emotions. Her pleasure was my pleasure. A seesaw of bliss a

Accepting that rope from Thalia was a mistake. Just gripping it, knowing I'd signed myself into her servic was excruciating. Freya arrived back at White Forest just as I got back. Thankfully, the chaos of her return amongst the staff meant I was able to get a shower. mud removed, fresh uniform, no questions asked.Guilt seemed to be branded across my cheeks. I stumbled in my duties, almost crashing into other servants in the corridor as I made my way up the stairs to Beta Shane to ask for my next posting. Dressed in a smart black shirt, my White Forest cloak restored, I looked every inch, the loyal servant.And I have been. For so many years, I have dedicated myself to Nikolai. Together with Adrian, we were destined to be his loyal deputies. The future of White Forest. I was meant to shape armies, train warriors, and help bring peace. Basically, be a legend and live a happy, easy life surrounded by friends. Then I met Zena. Freya’s Ceremony, where I first laid eyes on her, was the dea