Sophia’s POV The heavy weight of Zaine’s sweaty body slumped on top of mine is strangely comforting, if a little suffocating. My insides feel like they have been stirred up and displaced and my legs are dead but still shaking from the effort of keeping me standing during his possessive onslaught.The second the bedroom door clicked closed my wolf hinted at what was in store for me after our little display of power in Zaine’s office. ‘It’s a male thing.’ She told me. ‘They need the illusion of power and control and if you are lucky, you will benefit greatly.’ She chortled in my head.“Are you okay baby girl?” Zaine pulls slowly out of me as he sucks on my marking spot which makes my skin prickle with goosebumps. “Mmm hmm.” I wince a little as the huge head of his still hard beast stretches my swollen insides on its way out. It’s an unexpectedly satisfying kind of dull ache which makes my nipple tingle and my toes curl. My pussy tightens, making him growl against my skin. The vibratio

Torrin’s POV My faith in the Moon Goddess waned when King Sebastian and Queen Genevieve were ripped away from us. How could she allow someone so corrupt and power mad to rule over her people? How could she leave Sophia with nobody? I mean, yeah, she had me and Aggie, but I had to keep my distance, and Aggie had the loss of her mate and the responsibility of so many orphans. So, I turned my back on the goddess, and when I sensed my bond with Luca, it felt like a slap in the face, so I turned my back on him too. I told myself I needed to be there for Aggie, that having a mate would distract me from my duties, that my reason for being here was to protect Sophia at all costs. Seeing and feeling the hurt my indifference caused him in the beginning, was hard, but over time it became our normal.I have been dreading my re-Gilding ever since finding out Sophia and Zaine were fated. When I could see that the mate bond magic was working, and Sophia was softening towards our beastly leader, I k

Abernathy’s POVAt the time I thought Sebastian and Theo were being over the top with their preparations for Sophia’s future. After Luca and Torrin slipped away, I bowed out of the dining hall as inconspicuously as possible. I needed answers and there was only one place I could think to find them. The unmarked bunker near the western boulder field will take at least an hour to reach at a flat out run, and I need to be back in time for the debrief. The vast grey expanse of rocks comes into view as I round the edge of the forest. When I am on pack lands this is my patrol area and I have checked the vicinity of the cache at every opportunity, but haven’t had reason to bust it open until now.Over the years I have wondered what could be stored inside. What treasures might Jonathan have brought with him when he arrived two days after his mate and the royal family. Of course I asked, but he only ever told me that he hoped I would never have cause to find out what is safely stowed under th

Sophia’s POV“My name is Alcmene, and Zaine’s wolf, Amphitryon, was my husband many lifetimes ago.” My wolf begins telling me the secrets of her past as she runs at a dizzying speed towards the western border of our land.I listen, half convinced I’m going mad, as she tells me about Zeus’ deception and the way he tricked her and many other women, before and after her, into bed. Zeus, the most high and mighty, sired bastards left, right, and centre all over the old world. Everywhere he sewed his seed his crazy, jealous wife, Hera, wasn’t far behind with whole ‘hell hath no fury’ shtick. The swirling vortex of rage, hurt, fear and disgust, that I feel inside my wolf breaks my heart. How can one person live through so much and come out the other side unscathed?“I wouldn’t say unscathed exactly.” She sighs woefully. “I became known as the embodiment of the power of the moon, for good reason. Selene and Artemis were the deities on everyone’s lips when they looked skywards at night, but I

Mrs Crook’s POV I hadn’t intended to have to tell the entire story of how we all ended up in this situation again, but none the less, the entire tale comes gushing out of me, like the dam of thousands of years of silence has been broken. Eleven faces gawp at me in horror and astonishment, and I have barley even scratched the surface of the depravity that sparked their rebellion in the first place. Zaine, George, Luca, Abernathy and Torrin are marginally less taken aback by what I have to say, but still, it’s a lot to take in. By the time I have finished explaining how Sophia’s wolf is actually Alcmene, the mother of Heracles, who was conceived when Zeus came to her bed disguised as her husband, and that Zaine’s wolf is Alcmene’s husband, Amphitryon, there are a lot of puzzled faces in the room. It’s really not that difficult to understand once one realises Zeus was a pig. If he saw a woman he wanted he took her, by force or deception, he saw it as his divine right. Perseus, Thomas’