Michael’s POVUseless. The whole goddamned Palace was useless!How hard was it to find one goddamned mole when I had over five thousand wolves in my command?I felt like I was going to go mad just thinking about it!“Fuck’s sake,” I hissed, digging my hands into the wool linen of my pockets as I barreled toward the Royal morgue.The night’s air had grown thick and the noise of the soldiers and groundsmen milling about did nothing to soothe the anxious thoughts in my mind.“Mother? What are you doing here?” I rasped when I entered the cold room.The faint buzz of the overhead fluorescent hummed slightly as if in answer to my question as I regarded the woman’s bent back.Something heavy lodged in the back of my throat. Nancy Gotham looked different. I could tell from her disheveled mass of black hair and the crow's feet at the edge of her sunken blue eyes that my sister’s death had taken something from her.Something I feared could never be replaced.“Michael! Y-Youre here! Oh, it's dr

Elena’s POVMy hands and face were as cold as a witch’s britches as I stepped through the doors of the banquet hall. I was almost immediately assaulted by the wash of colors and sounds that seemed to jump out at me from every side.I was aware of the eyes that turned towards me as I floated through the isle, keeping my head straight as the hard back of the metallic silver mask itched against my skin.I felt empty without Sophie’s overwhelming charm beside me and a rush of deja vu filled my body when I caught a glimpse of the firmly shit double doors where Sophie had met her untimely death.“You came.” It was Michael’s deep grumble that made me stop in my tracks, aware of the wolves that watched us with the corners of their eyes as I turned to meet his impossibly handsome frame.How had he recognized me with the mask on? My heart skipped a beat and I tried to control the rush of butterflies in my belly at the thought that the powerful Alpha had been staring at me.“Michael,” I gasped,

ElenaMy hands felt cold, colder than the Arctic in the middle of the freaking winter.The swirl of panic around me in the yellow candescence of the ballroom was almost suffocating and I felt my hands slide up to tear the thick silver mask away from my face.“You're bleeding Miss Elena, we need to…the infirmary -” The maid’s panicked voice bled in and out of focus as I stared after the twin Alphas, willing every nerve in my body to resist what I was about to do next.Alfred had stared at me during his wild rant. Someone had to have seen it, hadn't they? I was almost certain from the way his small beady brown eyes twisted with hate and disgust that his betrayal of Gotham pack was linked to me.“Goddess-” I gasped as a wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm me, gripping Emily’s cold hands which she shot out almost instantly to steady me.“Miss! That's it! I'm taking you to the bay right this instant!” Emily shrieked, and I turned to see the white pallor of her face and the way thin b

Elena I could see in the Alpha's chiseled face the minute it darkened, the way the light drained from his eyes as he wrapped his hands around my neck.“Anthony, no!” I wheezed, feeling my toes curl at the wave of pleasure and sweet pain that nipped at my core as he grew and hardened even more inside me.My eyes rolled back into my head as he jackhammered in and out of me, forcing his large cock from my pussy lips with loud sucking sounds.The sound of footsteps only feet away from us startled me out of the cusp of my orgasm, making me gasp up at the nude Alpha.There were beads of sweat glistening on his strained face and I marveled at the way he fought for control despite my seduction. His deep hazel-green eyes stared at me with such intensity… like I meant everything in the world to him!“Yes, like that-” I whispered, tracing my fingers over his muscled pecs and down to his abs where his weight ground against mine. My voice was lost in the slap of our flesh against each other befor

Anthony’s POV“What's this about? Make it quick, we haven't got all day.” My brother’s irritation was palpable as his words rent through the air, making the already sour looks on the elder’s faces harden even more.“It's about the position of the court reagent, Your Highnesses. The one the late princess…bless her heart, left open when she died. We think we have a successor ready for your blessings.” Lord John, a great whale of a wolf replied snarkily and my hands clenched to fists beside me.“Was that a fucking joke?” Michael thundered, stepping right up to the shorter…stouter wolf’s face before I shot out an arm to separate them.No no no…i didn't need this fucking shit first thing in the bloody morning! Was there some sort of moonshine crack flying around the palace now that I didn't know about?“Had better be a goddamned joke, Anthony, our sister isn't even cold in the ground yet and they're already talking about replacing her?” Michael shouted, his chest heaving with ragged breaths