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Fighting Darius Páginas 2
Fighting Darius Páginas 2
of coffee.
The door swings open before I could answer and a tall skinny
guy walks in carrying sofa cushions. He is followed by an
another man walking backward carrying one end of a bookcase.
Another end of the bookcase appears with another man who is
sweating bullets by the look of it.
The two men set the bookcase down and turn to look at us. A
sweet scent mixed with the smell of sweat assault my senses.
Dark blue eyes are staring at me and I stop breathing. Oh,
Goddess, I think I’ve found my mate.
“You’re late man!” says the tall man, dropping the cushions
right in the middle of the living room.
“Yeah, why don’t you just show up an hour from now just for
the free pizza and beer?” asks the sweaty guy, fanning himself.
The dark blue eyed guy is just standing there still staring at me.
My mate. Our eyes locked. I find it hard to believe. My heart is
racing. Mate.
“Oh, can I?” Mason asks, only to be met with angry glares from
the sweaty guy and the girls. “Okay, sorry, guys,” says Mason,
looking apologetic.
“Oh, hey…who’s your friend?” says the tall skinny guy suddenly
looking at me. A slow flirty smile form on his lips.
I have to drag my eyes away from those dark blue gaze to look
at the other guy.
Finally, he turns to look at the dark blue eyed guy who is still
staring at me and says, “…and this one here is my cousin
Matthew.”
“Uh, we’re not seeing each other. Mason and I are just friends,”
I quickly clarify. Again.
“Oh, really?” he raises his eyes back to look at me. Is it just me,
or is he suddenly looking a lot more cheerful?
After resting, the guys start carrying the furniture in. Mason
helps them this time. The four of them are sweating and
breathing fast after a bedframe, a queen size mattress, several
chairs, a study table, a tv, and a really big heavy sofa with floral
pink cushions that he inherited from his grandmother,
according to Elle. Everything seems to be brand new except for
the sofa.
Our eyes constantly stray towards each other and I think others
start to notice. I don’t know what everyone else thinks, but
Mason doesn’t look very pleased. Not that I care.
“Hey,” he says, crouching next to me. His eyes right away train
on my face. “Need help with that?” he asks.
“Are you done, Penny?” asks Mason. He’s been looking like
something has crawled up his *ss all afternoon. “You told me
this morning that you can’t stay too long.”
“What?”
I smile and nod my head. I’m not ready to end my time with
him.
I also found out that Matthew and his family used to live just a
town over where my pack is. They moved here when he was
ten. I wonder if that means we could’ve met sooner had his
family stayed where they were.
He’s just so easy to be around and adorable. His dark blue eyes
seem so open and expressive.
“Sorry, I’m late. What’s for dinner? Smells good!” I say instead
as I take my seat at the dinner table. I avoid looking at Darius.
Usually, I would be excited about our trips, but this time I’m
just conflicted. World trips with my lycan friends are usually
exciting. Expect the unexpected. Lazarus and Constantine
would opt for unchartered territories and adventures. Caspian
would insist on travel in style and luxury. The best money
could offer. Genesis, Serena and I would be up for anything.
There’s a clang of a spoon hitting the bowl then the whole room
suddenly goes silent.
Genesis sits there with a flushed face and a trembling lower lip.
Constantine’s face is taut. Genesis moves first. Pushing the
chair back with a loud scraping sound, throwing her napkin on
the floor, then she runs out. Constantine stalks out right after
her.
The table is now cleared except for Serena and Eva. I feel sick.
Did my best friend just leave? A sob rises in my throat, but I
swallow it down. This is not what I envisioned would happen
when I announce that I’ve found my mate. I don’t know what I
expected from Darius, but I didn’t expect this. Not from
anybody.
It’s after midnight. I’m sitting on the lounge chair staring at the
blue depth of the pool, hugging my knees to my chest. The
house is awfully quiet. The house is normally quiet when
everybody has gone to bed, but not quite like this. This quiet is
deafening and suffocating.
Darius. I couldn’t forget how dangerous he looked tonight. Just
thinking about him breaks my heart. I still want him. In my
head, I still feel like I belong to him. I guess I’m so used to
feeling that way, it’s hard to think otherwise. This connection
that we have is so strong, at least on my part. Serena once told
me that the lycans would feel it more than the werewolf, and
the humans feel it even less so, but I doubt it. I doubt Darius
feels the pull more than I do. If he did, he wouldn’t have done
what he did and broke my heart.
My appetite has left me, just like everyone in this house. I take
a sip of the coffee and leave the table.
This big ass mansion doesn’t feel like home without them in it.
It’s cold, empty, and grim.
I have a class with Lily, Amanda, and Keisha again this
morning. I sit at my usual table. My pensive mood must be
showing clearly on my face since nobody dares to say a word to
me. Not even Amanda and Keisha have the nerve to piss me off
yet today.
Mason is waiting for me just outside the lecture hall when I got
out. I pretend not to see him as I walk past him, but he catches
up to me.
“Hi, Penny.”
“Who’s Cece?”
I want to see Matthew right away to get things about his ex-
girlfriend cleared up, but I don’t want to sound desperate or
clingy and scare him off. I have a rule against texting a guy
first. I broke that rule today. I’m texting him.
Penny: Hey?
Is that a joke? I’m not too sure. So, I type: Wow, brown goo.
Yummm! Want to meet up for green goo later?
Eeekk…There!
Yesss!!!!
YESSSS!!!!
“Okay, but just for that you’re buying your own smoothie,” I
tell him.
Oh, I give up! I’m done pussyfooting around. I realize now how
much I hate subtleties. I don’t have the patience. I have the
subtlety of a walrus. Simply put, I suck at it. Big time. “Mason
told me about your girlfriend.” There! I’m subtle like a walrus.
I’m awesome like that.
He starts coughing when his sandwich went the wrong way and
he quickly reaches for his soda. He takes a big gulp of his drink
then raises his dark blue eyes to me.
“I’ve never been with anyone else except for Cece. I never
thought another girl would be interested in me,” he says. I
highly doubt it. He’s so cute, I bet hundreds of girls are
interested. “Especially a girl like you,” he adds.
A girl like me? What does he mean a girl like me? “What’s
wrong with a girl like me?” I scowl at him.
“I don’t know, Penny. We’ve been doing this for a while now.
On and off again. It’s not healthy,” he sighs. “Sometimes I think
we’ve taken each other for granted. Our last fight was the
worst. She wouldn’t let me move out, but I need space.”
I reach home around seven pm. I think I’m anxious to find out
if I’m coming back to an empty house. I strained my ears and I
can hear their quiet voices as soon as I step out of the car. The
conversation stops as soon as I turn the antique copper knob of
the big heavy front doors.
As soon as I sit next o her, I notice her slightly red and puffy
eyelids. She had been crying. Oh, Genesis…
“I’m sorry for last night,” she says. She takes a deep breath and
continues, “I should be more supportive of you. I should be
happy for you.”
We’re both grow quiet after her outburst. Her bottom lip
quivers, but she continues, “I thought things were going
smoothly with you and Darius. I really didn’t see it coming. I’m
sorry.”
“Why didn’t you talk to us, Penny?” she asks. “I felt like I was
slowly losing you these last few weeks. You didn’t spend much
time with us anymore. I didn’t want to say anything because I
thought I should give you some space. I thought you’ll come
back to us. Maybe I should’ve said something. I should’ve
interfered…it’s all my fault.”
Her voice breaks at the end and I know she’s trying hard not to
burst out into tears again.
“Penny, humans aren’t even aware that we exist,” she says after
taking another deep breath. “I know you will go where your
mate goes. You’ll be living among the humans. You won’t be
part of our pack. Where we’re going, you won’t be coming.”
I’m very aware of that. At any given moments the lycans would
be up and gone. I’ll never see them again, especially when
Caspian or Constantine is crowned king. We know that could
happen at any moment. It’s something we never talked about
but totally understood. It wouldn’t be too long before they
would be all be summoned back to Banehallow Palace. No
humans ever set foot there.
I’m not really a member of their pack yet, but I’m with them
and treated as one. Right now as a werewolf, I am their weakest
link and I’m still at least twice as strong as a full grown male
human. I would be a fool not to know that extra safety
precautions were taken for my benefit every time we visited
Russia. They are all so protective of me.
“Oh, you silly girl. This silliness has gone long enough. Do you
even understand fully what erasthai means? Your connection
to each other will never go away. An unmated lycan never let
his erasthai go,” she says. “Except for a very sick one,” she adds
bitterly. I know she’s talking about Milan. That bitch let rogues
maul her human mate.
She takes a deep breath and her expression grows sober again.
“If you’re sure that’s what you want, then we will support you.
If the human makes you happy, then we’ll be happy for you.”
For the last couple of nights since I blurt out that I’ve found my
mate, I haven’t seen much of Darius. I know he hasn’t been
sleeping in his room. I don’t know where he’s gone off to. I try
not to care, but for some reason, it bothers me.
I think what we’re having now is the attraction from the mate
bond. Am I in love with Matthew? I don’t think so. Not yet, but
I think I could easily fall for him the more we spend time
together and the more we get to know each other.
I’m happy that we get to spend time getting to know each other
like this, but I’ve been wondering if he’s ever going to invite me
his place again or out for dinner sometime. Do I have to be the
one who initiates everything in this relationship? Was that how
his relationship with Cece worked?
I know he thinks that he’s just coming over for a little party and
he gets to meet my friends, and his friends get to meet mine.
Only this is more than that. This is him meeting people who are
more than just friends to me. These are the people who would
put their lives on the line for me. Of that, I never doubt.
“How did you ever make it out the door of your bedroom in
this?” I ask her, knowing how possessive her mate is.
“Constantine just saw the front,” she confides, linking her arm
through mine. Her eyes light up mischievously.
His eyes are drinking me in like a thirsty man who just found
water and I lower my gaze when I realized that I was doing the
same thing. I missed him. I hate myself for it, but I can’t help
it.
The pull I feel towards him is very strong. I grip my hands into
fists, digging my nails into my palm painfully to stop myself
from going to him.
“Persephone,” he breathes.
“Darius…”
“You don’t have to worry about me. It’s not anything I’m not
used to,” his smile is playful with a hint of smugness that I
always interpreted as arrogance. It doesn’t even reach his eyes.
There’s no amusement in them.
His dark eyes dance as they take me in. “You look beautiful,” he
says as he hands me the bottle of wine.
Toccara is in a black long dress and high heels, while her curly
hair is in a bun.
Elle is wearing loose black pants with a blue sleeveless top. Her
hair is down tonight, framing her round pretty face.
I usher them inside through the foyer and the great room to the
back where all the lycans are.
“So you live here?” asks Toccara.
The backyard is brightly lit with all the post lights and the
lights from inside the pools and the hot tub. Even the potted
plants are illuminated by lights. Water from the top tier
swimming pool flows in a glowing cascading waterfall into the
second pool. Solar tiki lights lined up the stone steps that lead
down to our stretch of private beach.
I can say that the party is going okay so far, though there seems
to be an invisible line separating the lycans and the humans.
Ethan and Jaxson are by the buffet table. I can hear them
whispering and yapping about “rich folks” while shelving the
food into their plates. If only they knew that we can hear them.
I knew this isn’t going to be the greatest party ever, but as long
as no furniture or food being thrown across the room, I’m
good. Nothing has been broken and I consider it a success. I
know I set my standard very low.
I like Toccara. She just says what she wants to say. She has no
filter, just like me.
“Is he living here too?” asks Matthew, tilting his head towards
Caspian.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Are you okay?” I ask him when he presses the key fob to his
car.
“So, does the pretty boy always look at you like that?”
“I’m fine, but I feel like there’s something between you two. It’s
just…look at him. There’s no way I could compete with…that,”
he throws out the last word with a mixture of jealousy and
disgust.
“Why would you have to compete with Darius?” I laugh
nervously. Gosh, that sounds so lame, even to my own ears.
“Come on, Matthew…”
“Okay, sorry…” he sighs. “Forget what I just said. I’m just being
an insecure jerk. I’m probably just tired. It’s been a long day.”
“Okay. I’ll give you a call. Good night Penny,” he says, leaning
in to give me a kiss. His lips are warm and soft. I feel the
warmth spreading across my skin and the butterflies fluttering
in my stomach. I pull back just as he’s about to deepen the kiss.
“He seems nice,” she says finally. “Is this really what you want?
Does he make you happy, Penny?”
I just shrug my shoulders. I think so. “He does make me
happy.” He’s very sweet and he wants to be with me.
“Then I shall be happy for you,” she says it like a promise. She
places her half-empty glass on the floor and takes my hand in
hers. “Do what your heart tells you and be happy. I love you
and all I really want is for you to be happy,” she squeezes my
hand before she gracefully rises to her feet. “Good night,
Penny.”
I suspect this is the first time they’ve ever mingled like this
with humans and I’m grateful that they’re making an effort.
Even Caspian’s brooding presence. It must’ve taken quite an
effort for the prince not to throw a massive tantrum tonight.
I take my own shoes off, toss them somewhere behind the sofa
and pad across the tile to the backyard. I walk past the busy
workers, across the pool area, down the lit up stone steps until
my feet sink into the soft sand of the beach.
The moon and the stars are bright, but I pick up a solar light off
the ground and walk down the lonely beach with it. Might as
well bring a friend with me. I decided that the solar light is my
friend and call it Jake. “Well, Jake. Let’s go for a walk.”
My senses are filled with his faint scent, the sound of the waves
hitting the shore, and the briny breeze from the sea as I walk
the long stretch of the beach. I walk past the boundary of our
property and keep walking for miles following my nose.
The party has barely started and I’m already struggling to control myself. Constantine and Lazarus
have been keeping me company and keeping me away from the human. They have been watchful,
and careful that no humans will be hurt tonight. I think they got their orders from their mates.
Persephone. I watch her talking to him. Her mate. Those words echo in my head. Twisting like a
knife in my heart and my gut.
He’s weak. He’s not good enough for her. I’m not good enough for her. I should’ve let her go a long
time ago, but I couldn’t.
She’s looking breathtakingly gorgeous tonight, as she always does. The way she’s looking at him is
the same way that she sometimes looks at me. The lycan in me is getting harder to control. I know I
would go on a rampage if I watch them together for longer. I would crush that puny human’s skull
and drag her into my arms and mark and claim her.
The human places his hand on the small of her back like he owns her and I clutch the back of the
chair in front of me as my vision starts to tinge red. I will crush him!
The top wooden part of the chair crumbles beneath my crushing grip and Lazarus clasps my hand.
Hard.
I run out and keep running until I couldn’t breathe in her scent anymore. I can’t bring myself to go too
far…because she’s with him. My lycan wants to go back there to guard and claim what’s mine.
She’s mine. She belonged to me the first time I saw her over three years ago. The moment I set my
eyes on her I wanted to claim her and mark her right away, but I am what I am and she is what she
is.
I am one of the elite warriors of the Royal army intelligence. Threats of violence and death come to
me and the ones who I love, especially now.
Ten years ago, my comrade, Roman was in charge of a special unit responsible for uncovering a
conspiracy to overthrow the king and to take over the Palace. We managed to capture one of the
enemy’s top men who spilled and exposed a lot more than we expected. The web of treachery was
bigger than what we primarily believed. The threat was from the trusted and higher up in the
government. The enemy had more than just infiltrated the castle. The sensitivity of the matter makes
it a classified mission that only the involved few knew about it. Not even a mate is allowed to know
about the operation. One word out, and we’re screwed.
Apparently, we were getting too close. Five days after the discovery, Roman’s mate disappeared.
Solange, Roman’s mate was a sweet woman. Innocent and trusting. Within hours of missing, we
received her body parts in small boxes.
Roman lost it the moment they killed her. He lost control even before the boxes arrived.
The look of pure devastation in his eyes haunts me to this day. The emptiness before his eyes
turned black and the rage took over as he felt the connection severed. He knew the exact moment
his mate was killed.
He went on a rampage. Twenty-five innocent werewolves from a nearby village died. We lost
another comrade who tried to stop him. A few others were badly injured. There was no other way,
we had to take him down before he could do any more damage.
In the end, I was the one who had to take him out. I had to kill a comrade who fought with me side by
side for over a century.
I was glad he didn’t get to see those bloody boxes and their contents. Ten boxes in all. The first box
contained her head. Her spine was in the last box.
Killing the enemies was something that I’m used to. Killing a comrade nearly killed my soul.
Everything in me rebelled against it. It haunted me. I had nightmares that wouldn’t go away. In my
nightmares, I relived that moment I took his life over and over again.
Another warrior, Louis took over the mission after Roman. The whole team was revamped. His mate
was put under tight security, but that didn’t stop them. She was blown to bits along with her guards.
It was done to serve as a warning and intimidation technique. It worked.
After Louis, I was put in charge. Not only because I was the obvious choice as I was involved right
from the very beginning, but also because I was unmated. A big target would be put on anyone I
love. Luckily, I had no one. I was determined to find justice for my fallen comrades. I had hoped my
nightmares would stop.
Fate was cruel. I found Persephone three months after I was given the position.
The night after I first met Persephone, my nightmare changed. It got worse. It turned into my own
personal hell I can’t escape from.
In my nightmare, I was opening those boxes again. Only, it wasn’t Solange’s face that I saw when I
opened that first box still dripping with blood. Persephone’s dark cold lifeless eyes were staring back
at me.
I woke up screaming. The fear was paralyzing. I was dying to see her again but I left a couple of
days later without saying a word to her.
I threw myself into the investigation after I got back to Russia. I wanted nothing else than to bring
those bastards to justice, or killed. I wanted my erasthai safe. She’s mine and I take care of what’s
mine. I’ll keep her safe no matter what.
Just the thought of something bad happening to Persephone nearly drove me insane and we’re not
even mated yet. Our connection was strong. I know I would lose it if anything happened to her. I am
one of the best fighters in the strongest army force. If I lost control, I could cause a lot of damage. I
would take so many innocent lives. I would take a few of my comrades to the grave with me before
they can put an end to me.
That nightmare kept me away from her, but I could feel myself breaking every time I saw her. She
became my obsession. I could have easily stayed away from the palace when she visited, but I
couldn’t seem to stop myself. I craved her with an obsession bordering insanity. I wanted her so
badly I was losing any rational thoughts. I wanted to take her and ravage and mark her and claim her
as mine forever. The only thing that’s stopping me was knowing that in doing so I would also mark
the end of her.
So I watched her. Watching her was the only pleasure I allowed myself to have from this beautiful
creature that I couldn’t have but couldn’t stand to lose.
All those women I brought over to the palace were just for show. A necessity to distract anybody
who’s watching as to why I was there in the first place. Most of them, I didn’t even remember or
bother to know their names. Mostly spoiled, entitled, and ambitious lycan women I didn’t give two
cents about. I bundled them into the car, promised them a nice dinner at the palace, and they were
happy. They thought they had a chance with me. Almost all of them had catty, mean, nasty things to
say about a she-wolf who dared to sit among the lycans at the royal dinner table. They’re talking
about Persephone. My Persephone. I couldn’t drop them home fast enough.
Every time I felt myself weakening and started to hope for a future with her, my nightmare would
come back in full force. The nightmare reminded me of what I could stand to lose even before I could
get to have her.
Three years was a long time to keep playing this game with her. I worked hard and kept hoping that
we would solve the case and I would be free to claim her the way I wanted to.
Deep down I knew I was being selfish. I should let her go and let her find her mate. There would be
no one else for me, but she should have her happiness. Three years was too long to keep stringing
her along, but I craved her more than anything in the world. I lived for the sound of her voice and her
laughter. Every movement, every flip of her hair, every look she spared my way…everything about
her was fascinating.She’s so beautiful my heart ached.
Finally, the threat was too great to finally give me the strength to end it. So, I asked Polina to be my
mate. I knew Polina had feelings for me for a long time. I didn’t have any interest in her beyond that
of an old acquaintance. I know I was just using her. I pushed away any feelings of guilt I felt for using
her like that. I would do anything to protect what’s mine. For my erasthai, I would do anything.
Polina was the daughter of Robert Vitsin. A powerful man we had long suspected of involvement
with the rebels. He’s involved in selling and supplying weapons illegally to the rebels and their allies.
We suspected him to be one of the men behind the killing of our comrades’ mates. Unfortunately,
he’s also a very influential man and had the support of the powerful lycans in our society. We
couldn’t bring him down without strong proof.
As a major player, his own daughter would be safe. Her mating to one of the top commanders in the
Royal Force would cement Vitsin’s place in the society and keep his front of innocence as he keeps
up with his illegal activities. Little did he know that I intend to crack down and destroy his
organization.
Polina was as innocent as they come. Completely sheltered from the real world. The only thing
Polina had to deal with was her own father. Robert had a volatile temper. If things didn’t go his way,
he would take it out on his mate or his daughter.
When I first decided to do it. I resigned to the fact that it will be a loveless mating, at least on my part
because my heart already belonged to another. Polina wouldn’t be loved the way she deserved, but
at least she’ll be safe from her father’s abusive hands.
Then I kissed Persephone in that hallway. It shouldn’t have happened. The kiss was more than I
imagined it to be. That kiss was just a glimpse of what I couldn’t have. I knew then that I’ll never feel
that way again. I had a taste and I wanted more.
Polina saw that kiss and I knew it will be just a matter of days if not hours before Robert’s men
figured out what Persephone was to me. I sought Polina out right after I kissed my erasthai. I hate
leaving Persephone standing there looking dazed and confused, but I had to do damage control.
Fast.
I told Polina that Persephone was just a she-wolf who enjoyed seducing lycans for fun.
Minutes later I received news from my men what I was afraid of. There were enemies in the castle
who were watching Persephone closely as they suspected that she was important to the royalty or
someone of importance. It wouldn’t take long for them to connect the dots. The castle was not safe
for her to be in. I had to do something quickly to make sure she went home and never set foot in
Russia again and ended all the speculation.
I called Polina to my room and attempted to mark her with the taste of my erasthai still on my
tongue. I felt sick to my stomach at what I was about to do. That was it. Hurting my erasthai and
cutting all hopes and destroying any chances of ever making her mine. I felt my world was crumbling
around me, but I had to do it. She had to be safe.
Only I really couldn’t do it. I was too selfish to go through with it. The taste of another woman felt like
acid on my tongue. I wanted what I shouldn’t have. Persephone. I wanted her so desperately it hurt.
I never wanted anything or anyone that badly before. She’s a beautiful dream I shouldn’t even dare
dream of.
The hurt I saw in her eyes when she opened that door gutted me. I was never very good at dealing
with anyone who hurt her feelings. I was always feeling very protective of her, and in the end, I was
the one who hurt her the most.
I pushed Polina off very roughly as soon as she closed the door and couldn’t get rid of the memory
of Persephone’s eyes as they pierced through me, full of shock and devastation.
I realized then that I couldn’t do it. Mating to someone else for life. I just couldn’t do it. I apologized to
Polina and explained that I didn’t love her. She didn’t care. She said she loved me enough for the
both of us and begged me to take her anyway.
She didn’t know what she’s talking about. She hadn’t met her erasthai yet. She didn’t know what
love was.
What I felt for Persephone wasn’t just an erasthai pull which was already strong. During those three
years, I came to know her. I fell in love with her so irrevocably, there’s no turning back.
I felt like there was a gaping bleeding wound in my chest. I struggled with myself from going to
Persephone. I knew she was hurt. I felt sick just by the thought of it.
Morning came and I lost the battle with myself. I went seeking her out only to find her gone. Just the
way I had wanted. I should feel happy. She was away from the palace. Away from danger. Away
from me. I didn’t feel happy. Driving her away felt hollow. There’s a big gaping hole of emptiness that
swallowed me whole. The loneliness that followed me my whole life never felt so suffocating before
and I thought I knew loneliness very well.
Chapter 24 – Of Making Choices
A day later, Louis and his mate were gone. Death comes swiftly
in our world.
I’m very sure that the King had no involvement in Louis and
his mate’s killing, but someone very close to him did. I have no
illusions of how this is all going to end. A war is coming and I
have to end it before it starts. It might not end well for me, but
I need to end this once and for all. I’ve considered doing this
alone, but that would be committing suicide. I need back up. I
need help from warriors who are loyal to the crown Prince.
I’ve been toying with the idea of approaching Prince Caspian,
Prince Constantine, and Lazarus about the matter after I knew
about Louis’s meeting with the King. They need to know.
I’m taking a big risk. If the prince and his pack didn’t believe
me, I would be charged for treason. The punishment for
treason is death.
I brought one of my officers, Eva with me. She’s like one of the
guys, a very capable warrior in the field and trustworthy,
though she’s not very quick to pick up non-verbal cues. It
would take a while, if ever for her to figure out what
Persephone means to me. The fewer people know about my
erasthai, the safer she is.
I have been weighing this decision for a while. Like I said,
choices. In my case that could mean life and death.
The sky is clear and it’s a full moon. The inky black ocean is
rolling its waves to the shoreline.
Her long hair dances in the wind. The soft folds of her dress
swish gently with her every movement. The pale yellow glow
that I saw from afar proves to be one of the solar garden lights.
For whatever reason, she’s cradling it to her chest. Huh. What
is that for? This should be interesting.
As she gets closer, I can tell that she is not pissed. She’s very
determined. She is set on something and I’m not too sure if
that’s a good thing for me.
This woman is fiery. If you’re not careful you’d be lost, engulfed
in her flame. A lesser man would cower and let her lead. With
me, we butt heads. She makes me feel alive. A lesser woman
would bore me to death.
I can smell a hint of that human smell on her and suddenly all I
really want to do is go back there and kill the human she calls
mate.
“But you don’t want me,” she exclaims, throwing her arms out
in frustration. Then she turns around to look at the sea.
“Just…just tell me that you reject me,” she adds in a smaller
voice. I can hear uncertainty and fear. That’s not really
something that she wants to hear. No, it’s not something I can
do either. I can say it, but it won’t mean a thing. Besides, I
won’t say it. You can rip my spine off, I still won’t do it.
The last couple of weeks I’ve been here, I’ve been trying to tell
her with my touch and my kisses what I can’t tell her with
words.
“No, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. I’m the
one who’s messed up and keep messing things up.” I tell her.
“‘It’s not you, it’s me’ line…ugghhh…I hate that line. I use that
line on men, not the other way around! And by the way,
nobody bought that line. NOBODY!”
“Oh, of course, that’s the only thing that you heard from what
I’ve just said,” she huffs.
What? I’m totally lost now. I never had to deal with women this
way. I never answered to anybody except for my higher ranking
officers, and they’re NEVER this confusing.
Now what? Okay, let’s do this again.
“Persephone.”
She narrows her eyes at me. Oh uh…I know that look. Wrong
thing to say?
Okay, this is bad. When she’s mad she’s speechless. She looks
totally breathtaking when she’s mad like this, though. Skin all
flushed. Eyes bright and shiny. Very adorable. Now her hair is
windblown and wild. Very sexy.
Okay.
“I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!!” she yells and stomps her feet on
the wet firm sand and throws the solar lamp she’s been
carrying with her for whatever reason on the ground. It
would’ve hit me if I didn’t lift my foot on time.
“You know what? Fvck you! Fvck you!!!” she screams and turns
to stomp away. My feisty little erasthai.
“Hey!” I grab her wrist before she gets too far. “Persephone,
hey, look at me.”
She tries to rip her wrist away from my hold without even
looking at me. She stops tugging her hand finally when it’s
obvious to her that I wouldn’t let her go. She’s not going
anywhere until I’m good and ready. She stays stubbornly stiff,
refusing to turn to look at me. I keep holding onto her wrist.
Her little wrist feels so fragile in my hand. Her skin feels like
warm silk. I didn’t even realize I’m drawing circles on her soft
skin until she tugs it once again.
“Let me go,” she finally says. Something in her voice and the
shake of her shoulders alarms me. I grip both her shoulders
and turn her around. Tears are running down her face. My
chest constricted painfully.
No, no, no, no…tears. My strong little warrior. I did this. I
bring her body close to mine and wrap both arms around her,
overwhelmed by the need to protect her.
“Don’t. Please don’t. Don’t cry over me, sweetheart. I’m not
worth your tears. Please…” How can I fix this? How can I fix
this?
She smells so good. I can’t resist pulling her closer and run my
lips across her jaw, breathing in her scent. I want so badly to
taste her again. “Baby, please don’t cry,” I whisper against her
soft skin.
This just seems to make her cry harder, so I pull back. Goddess,
I’m such a monster.
Another tear makes a trail down her face and she says, “Tell me
why you don’t want me. Why? Why am I not good enough?”
It’s painful to hear her asking me those questions. She’s always
so strong. So confident. It pains me to think that I broke her
spirit and confidence in any way.
I wish so badly that I can talk freely to her about our mission. I
hate hurting her. So many times in the past I selfishly wanted
to ask her to wait for me. How long should she wait? How
much longer would it take? Three more years? Ten? Twenty?
What if I died during our mission?
Now, with the choice I just made, the chance of me not being
able to come back to her is higher.
I should feel offended, but I can’t deny the truth behind her
words. Why is this so hard? Maybe because I’ve never told
another soul that I love them. Ever. I never had anyone.
“Oh, I get it! It’s like when you have a cat or a pet fish, you’re
very fond of them, right?” she chimes in.
“Yes! NO! I mean, no. Not like that,” I tell her. I narrow my
eyes as I look at her closely. She’s not making this any easier
for me. The glitter in her eyes could be unshed tears, but then
again it looks suspiciously like a wicked glint. I push my
suspicion aside when I see her wipe the corner of her eyes. Like
I said, I’m such an idiot.
“I have feelings for you. I care about you more than I care for
anybody in this world.” Ouch! That sounds awkward. Ripping
an enemy’s heart out is less stressful and painful than saying
that out loud…especially in front of her. I feel my face heating
up.
PENNY’S POV
“I have feelings for you. I care about you more than I care for
anybody in this world.”
“Huh,” I say.
Okay, not my best line, but I can’t think of anything else to say
right now. Now he’s the one who’s staring at me in
bemusement. His glacier blue eyes look dark in the moonlight.
They are always so intense. Every time he’s looking at me it
feels like he misses nothing.
Why didn’t I know about this before? I’d use it sooner had I
known about it. I have no shame and I feel no guilt. I’d use
anything as my weapon to get what I want. I told you I’m no
angel
I never showed him my tears all these years for fear that he’d
see my weakness, I never thought that his weakness is my
tears.
I try to bring out the tears just for the heck of it. Nothing
happens. Too bad I can’t turn my tears on at will like a tap.
I had been goading him tonight. I can’t deny, I had been trying
to irritate him as much as he’s irritating me, but not even in my
wildest dream I thought I’d hear him say those words to me.
Did he really just said that he’s in love with me?
At least that was what I was planning to do, but dealing with
Darius is never that easy. He’s the most complex and confusing
male ever. Not to mention frustrating. Now, what do I do?
Oh, did he really just asked me that? “You love her! You slept
with her!!!” Arrgghhh!!! Now I’m pissed all over again. “And
those other women…you…you asshole!!! How…you…what???
You..”
“I don’t love her and I didn’t sleep with her!” he cuts in. “I
didn’t okay? It was stupid. I didn’t…Gosh,” he runs a hand
down his face. “I don’t love her…never did. I never slept with
any of those other women. Since the first time I saw you,
there’s only ever been you.”
I open my mouth to say something. Then I close it again.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a second. When
he opens them again, there’s a resolved look in them.
“I know what you saw…I’ve been trying to tell you that nothing
happened. I’m not at all interested in her…or any other women.
I couldn’t even pretend that she was you…This is such a mess.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“If I asked you to leave and stay away from Banehallow Palace.
Stay away from Russia…from me. Would you have listened?”
“Yes!” I answer quickly. He looks at me with those penetrating
eyes and I look away. “Well, maybe…” I concede and look up
again. He’s still staring at me intently and I look down at the
fold of my dress. “Okay, maybe not,” I answer truthfully in a
small voice. I’m very stubborn. So what?
“I can look after myself,” I say airily, as I get up and wipe the
sand at the back of my dress. “So what now?” I ask him. “Are
you going to mark me?”
“No, Malyshka.”
“I do love you. Believe me, I do. I don’t say those words unless I
meant it. I don’t take those words lightly.”
“I did listen! You said you loved me, then you’re leaving me,”
tears I’d been trying hard to squeeze out before suddenly starts
to prick my eyes. Great!
“How long?” I ask him, turning my back to him. “How long are
you going to be there?”
“Are you ever coming back at all?” I croak out. “Go then! I don’t
care! I really don’t,” I tell him while quickly wiping my tears
away with the back of my hand.
“Persephone,” he looks tormented. “Please understand. I want
nothing more than to mark you and take you away, but I’m
trying to do the right thing. Help me do the right thing,
Malyshka,” he reaches out to hold me, but I push his hands
away.
“If I died, you’re still going to live a long happy life,” he says.
“But if I survived, and when my duty is done, I’ll come back.”
“My mate and I will have lots and lots of kids…lots!” I keep
going.
“Stop it! Persephone,” he warns, but I’m just getting started.
“The only sex you’re having is with ME!” he hisses, his hands
gripping me tighter. Then he closes his eyes and takes a
calming breath. When he opens his eyes a few seconds later,
his eyes are back to their pale blue, but he’s still very furious.
The way I’m being held right now, I’m quite at his mercy. My
feet are on either side of his body, the rest of me is pressed up
and molded against him very intimately. The warmth of his
hard body and powerful arms around me seep through the
layers of our clothing. Pleasurable chills run through me.
He leans down and our faces are so close that our mouths are
almost touching. My lips part and our breath mingled.
Awareness and sparks of electricity sizzle between us. He
brings his mouth closer, and tilt my head sideways. I close my
eyes and my breath caught. I’m expecting to feel his lips
against mine, but I feel them graze my jaw and the side of my
face. My heartbeat is going wild. I wrap my arms around his
neck as he nuzzles my ear.
“If I survived, I will come back for you. Next time I come back
here, Malyshka. Run! I WILL mark you and claim you no
matter if you’re already marked, claimed or married to
someone else,” he nips my earlobe with his teeth once. “None
of that matter, because you’re mine.”
Darius carried me all the way home after our talk or fight
tonight. He gave me a funny look when I asked him to pick
Jake the solar garden light off the ground and carry it home
with us. I wasn’t about to leave Jake all alone by himself there.
I was mad at him, but I watched him all the way home while he
stared straight ahead. Every so often he would glance at me
and hold my eyes. I studied his features like it’s the last time I
would see him.
I drop myself onto the bed with a sigh. What are you doing,
Penny? I honestly don’t know. There is Darius and then there is
Matthew. I can’t have them both.
It’s not fair for Matthew. As a human, he wouldn’t feel the loss
of a mate like a werewolf, but it’s still not fair to him. He hasn’t
done anything wrong. Shouldn’t I give him a chance?
He lifts the corner of the cover up as I step into his room. He’s
been waiting for me.
I keep playing with his hair until I hear his breathing evens out.
It doesn’t take long. He’d gone so long without sleep. He needs
this. It’s the only thing I can give him right now.
I take a deep content breath and the heady familiar scent fills
my senses. The feeling of peace surrounds me and giddiness
swirls at the edge of my consciousness.
My lips curl up into a smile. I can’t help it. “You know what
they say about men with big hands,” I whisper. My eyes still
closed.
“No, I don’t. What did they say about men with big hands?” His
voice is low and teasing. His hand starts massaging my side.
“You do know, you just don’t want to tell me,” his voice sounds
closer. His warm hand slides further up. I cover his hand with
mine and open my eyes.
This feels perfect. Like we’re in our own little bubble where
nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. Not even the past or
the future. Just us, right at this minute. I want to stay in this
bubble for a while longer. I don’t want to think about anything
else.
I let my eyes roam all over his impressive naked upper body
slowly before they settle on the medallion resting on his
collarbone. He’s big and well muscled…everywhere. Even
relaxed like this, I can feel the power radiating off him. Finally,
my gaze found its way back to his bright intense eyes that are
regarding me curiously.
“What did Eva want last night?” I have to ask. So, okay, I’m
very crappy at making small talks, but I really need to know.
“I told her I don’t need her help,” he answers. “And that I’d
appreciate it if she would stop asking.”
I can tell right away that he’s going to avoid answering it. I can
see it in his eyes. He moves his hand back to my hip. His
muscle tense.
His thumb and palm cradle my cheek while his fingers grip the
back of my head, holding my head still as our kiss grows more
desperate and frantic. His other hand starts kneading my butt
and drawing me closer to him.
His lower body is just hovering over mine while I’m arching my
back, trying to get closer. Darn it! I want him closer. I’m
floating in the haze of passion, and I want him on me. I hook
my leg around his hip and pull him down, grinding against his
hardness.
“Like I just took away your favorite toy,” he says. “Gosh, baby,
that’s actually very hot. That’s a huge turn on.”
He drags his eyes away and quickly lays back, trying to calm his
breathing.
His dark eyes are regarding me like I was his prey, unblinking.
He tilts his head and leans down. His nose and lips graze my
neck. I dare not move.
“I can smell you,” he says. His voice sounds deeper. Very
menacing. He’s acting more like a lycan now. Like a predator.
“You want me almost as much as I want you….and I want you.”
I feel the cool air on my bare heated skin. His eyes roam to look
at my exposed breasts.
He opens his mouth wider and laps his tongue a few more
times there. I can feel his teeth and canines pressing on my
skin. I let out a small whimper and he lifts his head up. His
eyes are still dark and full of hunger. Then he tilts his head to
the side as if he’s listening to something.
He opens the door before the person at the other side of the
door even start to knock.
“I’m sorry, sir. I thought we’re heading out early today,” says a
familiar voice before he slips out and closes the door behind
him.
“You better head out by yourself today, Eva. I have some other
matter to attend to this morning.” I hear him say through the
closed door.
“Yes,” he confirms.
“We can’t all have what we want now, can we?” I smirk. “By the
way, you ruined my top.”
There are lots of things I can say about men with big hands, but
I give him the lamest and the least risqué one ever, “Uh….he
needs big gloves?”
It’s ten in the morning by the time I’m done showering and got
dressed. It’s already hot so I tie my hair up. I put on a pair of
high waisted white shorts, a little pink top and a pair of
converse and decided to join others for late breakfast.
“Anya left to do some grocery shopping. Eva has already left for
the day. Constantine, Caspian, Lazarus, and Darius are having
a meeting in the office,” replies Genesis.
“Do you know what they’re talking about?” I ask them quietly
before taking a bite of my hash brown. I decided I’m going to
keep digging until I find out what Darius is keeping from me.
“It is, but they’re doing it for our own good. Maybe it’s safer for
us not to know about things,” says Serena gently. “Maybe we
should trust our men.”
“Well, that sucks and I don’t like it,” I announce, stabbing the
sausage on my plate with a fork rather viciously. Serena is a
sweetheart, but sometimes I think she’s rather old-fashioned in
the way that she thinks about men and women’s role in life. I
told you she reminds me of my dear abuela.
“I know you don’t,” she says in a soft pacifying voice. “At least
stop trying to murder that sausage, love. It’s already dead.”
Gosh, I don’t know. That’s something I’d rather not deal with
yet. It’s like a can of worms I’d rather not open yet, but I know I
can’t just hide it somewhere forever and pretend it doesn’t
exist.
Last night Darius told me that he loves me. I still feel woozy
just thinking about it, and this morning. Oh, my heart, this
morning. It was just a kiss. Well, okay maybe it was a little bit
more than that, but everything with Darius just feels more. A
kiss isn’t just a kiss. This morning it felt like our souls were
connecting.
I should feel bad for doing that to Matthew, but I don’t. I feel
bad for not feeling bad. I should feel guilty. I’m a bad mate.
“He said he loves me but he won’t mark me and he’s going back
to Russia,” I explain exasperatedly. “On the other hand,
Matthew is here. He’s my mate. He’s attracted to me and he’s
willing to give us a try even though he has no clue about our
mate bond. Most importantly, he’s not going anywhere. The
choice is clear, don’t you think?”
“It sounds like the choice is clear. So, what is it that you don’t
know, Penny?” asks Serena kindly. “In your heart you know,
the choice is clear.”
I should go see him. I’ll drive myself crazy waiting for the men
to come out of the office. The idea of breaking down the door
seems to get more appealing by the minute. I would totally do
something crazy like that if I have to wait another hour.
Besides, I need to face Matthew.
“I’m glad I got to meet your friends last night. I had a good
time,” he remarks. His eyes are taking in my appearance. He’s
looking casual in a pair of blue wash jeans. The navy blue polo
shirt brings out the color of his eyes.
We talk about his work and my study until I finally say, “I don’t
mean to pry.” I totally mean to pry. “You don’t have to answer
me if you don’t want to, but what happened to you and Cece?”
Then two weeks ago, out of the blue she told me that we should
see other people. She said that she wanted to see what else is
out there. That hurt. I left that night and slept on Jackson’s
couch.
The next day I went to get my things, she was waiting for me.
She apologized and said that she didn’t mean it and didn’t want
me to leave. I don’t know what to think, but it hurts so damn
much that she even thought of seeing other people. I mean, she
must’ve thought about it if she brought it up, right?”
“Anyway, it’s all good. She wanted us to see other people? Well,
I’m seeing you now,” he says as he takes my hand that’s lying
across the table into his.
I feel the tingles and the pull of our mate bond. I wonder if he
feels it too. I was told that humans don’t feel the mate pull as
strongly as werewolves do. Humans could have more than just
one mate, but they fall in love and marry people who aren’t
their mates all the time.
“So, what’s your plan for the rest of the weekend?” I ask him,
trying to change the subject.
I follow his gaze and my eyes fall on Mason who just entered
the cafe with a brunet. Mason looks around and doesn’t seem
at all surprised to see us, though the woman visibly blanched
and her steps faltered.
“Hi, Matthew, Penny! Fancy meeting you here,” says Mason
approaching our table with a big smile. The woman seems to be
about Matthew’s age. Her eyes look big as she steps up next to
Mason. Her light brown eyes suddenly focus on our Matthew’s
hand holding mine on the table and Matthew pulls his hand
away as if it’s burned.
She’s beautiful and petite, about 5’3″. That’s six inches shorter
than I am. Her brown curly hair just reaches her shoulders. She
has this boho-chic style going with a loose fitting flowery
yellow dress and strappy sandals. There are several long and
chunky necklaces adorning her neck.
Her eyes narrow when she turns to look at me. She attempts to
smile as she offers me her hand without saying a word. I take
her hand and just nod before I quickly pull my hand away.
Wow, awkward.
“So, Penny. Are you still in school?” she asks me. She and
Matthew are just six years or so older than I am, but the way
she’s pointedly looking at me is making me feel like I was just a
little kid or something, like I was beneath her.
“I think more like flying first class and fancy hotels with little
people like us handling the luggage for her,” adds Mason, still
laughing.
Try private jets, yachts, palaces, private islands and such. I pick
up my cup and sip the last drop of my yummy cappuccino
quietly.
“Well, it’s been nice chatting with all of you.” Not really. I grab
my phone and car key. “I better get going. See you guys
around.”
When I get home, I follow the sound of voices all the way to the
back. Caspian, Constantine, Lazarus, Serena, and Genesis are
sitting around near the swimming pools. They all look up as
soon as I join them. There’s something different in the
atmosphere. I don’t quite get what it is.
Finally, I see him. He’s leaning against the wall of the house.
From the distance, he looks every inch like an intimidating,
fierce, and dangerous warrior that he is.
His light blue shirt stretches across his broad shoulders and
chest and molded to his tapered waist. His pale blond hair is
immaculate except for a few locks that fall over his forehead.
His glacier blue eyes are staring out into the horizon. His hands
are shoved into the pockets of his pants. He looks so powerful,
yet so alone.
“Why?”
His medallion! I didn’t even realize that he’s not wearing his
medallion around his neck before he showed it to me. I stare at
the carving of a lycan’s head with three stars above its head.
I want you to have it,” he says. “You don’t have to wear it.
Just…I just want you to have it. You can sell it. You can give it
away…I… It’s okay. Just don’t tell me about it,” he laughs. Self-
mocking laugh. There’s a flash of vulnerability in his eyes
before he aims them away, staring into the horizon. When he
looks at me again, his eyes are clear blue and bright…and
hopeful.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry, I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t…I just can’t.
Even when I was saying that you need to save yourself for your
mate, I didn’t really mean it. I don’t want anybody else and I
don’t want anybody else touching you. You’re everything.
You’re mine.
“Then I’ll wait for you to change your mind,” he says quietly.
“I’ll wait forever if I have to.
I know I’m giving him a whiplash. One moment I’m telling him
I might not want him anymore when he gets back, and the next
I’m asking him why he’s not marking me. Good. By the end of
this conversation, I expect that he might need to lie down or
get a stiff drink before he can function properly again.
Serena and Genesis told me once when they found out that I
am Darius’s erasthai that there are two stages to a lycan’s
claim. The first stage is marking the wolf, which is very subtle.
It warns other lycans who might be interested to stay away.
Werewolves or humans wouldn’t be able to sense the marking
at all. At this stage, my true mate can still claim me. The second
stage, which is the real stage, is the physical marking. This is
when the lycan bites you and become your real mate. You
would turn into a lycan and no one else can claim you.
No, I don’t want to think about him being gone. “Or you can
take me with you,” I insist once again.
“No, it’s too dangerous for you to be there.” I can see by the set
of his jaw and that determined look on his face that there’s no
changing his mind.
“Don’t what?”
“Sure I won’t,” I avert his icy blue gaze to study the pattern on
the wall. Actually, there is no pattern, it’s just a boring
whitewash stucco wall.
“Really?”
“Just make sure Eva keeps her hand to herself…and make sure
you keep your hands off Eva or any other women for that
matter,” I tell him, to change the subject.
“Hi, Penny. I was just about to knock,” she says. “Can we talk
for a minute?”
“Yeah, sure,” I reply, opening the door wider for her to come in.
“I’m sorry about offering to have sex with him. Had I known
what you are to him, I would never have done that.” Wow, this
woman is even more direct than I am.
She grins before she answers, “Oh, honey, only lycans who are
really looking or interested in you would pay enough attention
to be able to sense that. I don’t swing that way. so…”
Huh. “How’d you know you don’t swing that way, you never
had me yet,” I flip my hair sassily.
“Nope!” I answer.
“I thought not. You’re as straight as a flagpole. Besides, I know
you’re into Darius…I don’t think anybody else really had a
chance.”
“No, not really. I don’t want him to go,” I answer honestly. “He
asked me to be his….when he gets back.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to wait that long. Maybe I’m
still trying to give Matthew a chance?”
I must have dozed off a bit in the pool. I feel his eyes on me
before I see him standing just outside the door near the pool
bar.
He’s wearing his black official suit like the first time I saw him
over three years ago. He doesn’t look like he’s aged a day since.
He looks so hot yet intimidating, cold, and aloof. Like a
stranger. Like he’s switched on his warrior mode. He has
sunglasses covering his eyes, the rest of his face looks like
they’re carved from the marble. Cold and expressionless. I look
at him and remember what Genesis said once about him
looking intimidating. I guess this is how others see him.
I paddle to the side of the pool slowly and he walks over. One
quick tug and I land in his powerful arms. He gathers me close
and buries his nose in the curve of my neck, inhaling my scent.
The fabric of his suit pressing against my bare skin. His
wonderful scent enveloping me. My heart breaks a little.
He wipes the falling tears with his thumb, and I pull his
sunglasses away. I want to see his eyes.
Eva is also in a black official suit. Her hair is swept into a neat
French braid. Her stance is rigid, very different from the way I
always saw her.
The cleaners haven’t been in here yet. All his clothes are gone
from the closet. The hangers stand empty. His scent lingers.
For now. Very soon his scent too will be gone.
I touch his pillow that cradled his head last night. I lay my head
on it and rub my nose against it, breathing in his scent. I pull
the pillow close to me like I’m pulling him close. My other hand
clutches his medallion tight, close to my heart. I close my eyes
and pretend that he’s still here. Last night he was holding me
tight. Just this morning we were whispering softly to each
other in this bed. I want to go back to last night and this
morning.
The gym is in the East Wing of the house. I’m surprised to find
Caspian already there, working out this early in the morning.
He seems to be totally focused, though. He just keeps working
out, totally ignoring me.
I pause to give him the stink eye just to have him yell, “Keep
your eyes on your target. Stop eye-raping me.” What???
I have an idea of what she wants to talk about, but I’m still
intrigued to know what she has to say.
“I told you Beany. Stop eye-raping me. I’m not just a gorgeous
looking piece of ass, you know,” he says without taking his eyes
off the punching bag. “I’m feeling very violated right now.”
“Beany?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want him to give up his life for me,” I stick my chin up
stubbornly. I try to think of anything to say to get him to
change his mind but come up with nothing.
Well, I’m not giving up that easily. Time for a new plan. He
mentioned that Constantine and Lazarus wouldn’t help me get
to Russia. He didn’t say anything about Genesis or Serena.
“What are you doing?” I ask her. Maybe it’s not a good idea to
ask.
“Why didn’t you just turn the painting upside down instead?” I
ask, tilting my head to see what she’s seeing.
“I can spot the flaw in perspective better this way,” she says.
For a few seconds, she just stares at the painting with her eyes
narrowed and eyebrows scrunched together.
“Too fast?”
I roll my eyes and help her up. How many times could a person
break her butt?
She rubs her butt a few times before she sits next to me...the
right way, like a normal person this time.
“Dealing with too much??? Too much? I don’t know what the
heck I’m dealing with, Genesis! Nobody tells me anything!”
“I know right?” she suddenly turns her whole body to face me.
“They wouldn’t tell me anything either! I hate it when
Constantine keeps things from me. Doesn’t he trust me? ME!
His own mate.”
I wonder if it’s a good idea to ask her what Constantine did that
makes it hard for her to stay mad at him.
“Oh, no. No, no, no...you said it yourself that it’s dangerous.
You’re not going anywhere near where you can get killed,
Penny,” says Genesis, looking alarmed. “Besides, Darius would
be furious!”
Scare me? He is tough, but I’ve seen the side of him that’s
vulnerable and as soft as a teddy bear. He can’t even stand the
sight of my tears!
“Pfftt...he’s not that scary. He’s really adorable.”
“Well...yeah. There are times when I’d like to kick his balls, but
he’s really sweet...at times.”
I huff indignantly. It’s not my fault that she can’t see how
sweet, adorable and vulnerable he is.
“Not. I’m sorry Penny,” she says. “I’d die if anything happens to
you. Nope, you’re not going.”
“If it’s Constantine who’s out there, would you sit here quietly
waiting even when you know he might not come back for you?”
I ask her. She opens her mouth to answer me, then pause to
think and closed her mouth back again.
“Oh, for the love of fuzzy slippers, Penny!!! Why’d you have to
be so stubborn?” she wails. “I understand your point. Believe
me, I do. If it’s Constantine, I wouldn’t be sitting here, doing
nothing either, but I really can’t help you even if I want to.”
“And you’re a werewolf for goodness sake. Why would you let
hyenas eat you?” I hear her yell as I stomp away the second
time today.
Darn it! There goes my plan A and plan B. I don’t have a plan
C. Well, okay...so I don’t really have any plans. I made things
up as I went and now I’m out of ideas.
I could try to sneak through the airport and fly to Russia, but I
really don’t want to get eaten by the Hyenas. It could happen
since I have no means of getting to Darius or the palace.
I make my way into Darius’s room. I’m glad I told the cleaning
lady not to clean the room or change the bedsheet. The whole
room still smells of him. I curl up on the bed, soaking in his
scent.
The tires screech as I pull the car into a halt right in front of the
building. A few people turn to look. I bet I look like a deranged
maniac.
“Let’s go to the park, there are too many people here,” she
suggests. “It’s just a couple of blocks away from here.”
“Yeah.” No kidding.
“I had a talk with Matthew last night,” she says. “I know he still
loves me.”
“And you’re telling me this because...?”
“I just want you to know about this. I don’t want you to get
hurt.”
Her face turns red. “I’m sorry you find this funny.”
“You should be,” I say. “You know what I really think, though,
Cece? I think you’re feeling threatened by me.”
“I did not!” she huffs. “We’ve been together for a very long
time, Matthew and I. He always comes running back to me.
Always.”
“You’ve been together for a long time, but yours isn’t the
healthiest relationship I’ve seen. You’re always breaking up.
What if he doesn’t come running back to you this time, Cece?
What if he comes crawling to me instead?”
“I thought you’re the one who said you wanted to see other
people,” I say.
“I know what I said, but I didn’t really mean it. I didn’t want to
see other people...and I didn’t think he would start seeing other
people either. ”
“Then why the hell did you tell him you wanted to start seeing
other people for?” I almost yell at her.
I’m about to let her know that meeting at a cafe could hardly
compare to a nice dinner, but I figure now is not a good time
for that when she starts sobbing again.
“You could’ve had any other men. Why him? Matthew and I,
we’ve been through a lot together and I love him,” she declares.
“Do you? Do you love him?”
I’m sitting on the bench that was occupied by Cece a while ago.
That was the weirdest meeting I’ve ever had with anyone. I just
need to sit down for a while after an encounter like that.
It was so weird. I’m feeling kinda sorry for her while wanting to
bitchslap her till tomorrow at the same time. He’s supposed to
be my mate, yet now I feel like the other woman.
A gentle breeze blows a few loose whispy tendrils of my hair
against my cheek. A few guys jog past and one of them flashes
me a smile. He’s cute, but I can’t bring myself to return his
smile.
Yes, he did hurt me...a lot. I wanted to forget him. That’s why I
partied like there’s no tomorrow. I wanted to get back at him,
that’s why I’d been making out with numerous random men.
Countless of men. I’m making up for all the women he brought
to the castle and Polina.
Missing him. I’m missing him, yet I have no way of seeing him.
My hand reaches up for his medallion. Holding it tight.
What about Matthew? I know he’s attracted to me because of
the mate bond that he doesn’t even understand. He and Cece
have their problem, but he loves Cece. I saw the way he was
looking at her.
The strange thing is, it doesn’t hurt me all the much anymore
when I think of Matthew with Cece. The thought of Darius with
someone else though is enough to make me want to rip
someone’s heart out. After his promises and confession of love
to me, I swear I’ll rip his balls out if I ever see him with any
other female.
He arrives fifteen minutes later. Dark hair and dark eyes. Easy
smile. Total opposite of Darius. In different circumstances, I
think we could’ve been happy together.
“Hey,” he says. “It didn’t take too long for me to get here, did
it?”
“What is?”
“The medallion,” he answers, looking at the medallion closely.
“It looks very old. Is that real or a reproduction? It looks like a
crest of one of those European aristocratic families or
something.”
“I talked to Cece today,” I tell him. I feel his body stiffened next
to me.
“Yeah...I did.”
“It’s not like that, exactly. I mean, I do like you Penny. I do.
You’re exciting and beautiful and I can’t believe you like me
too. When I’m with you I feel happy. I know we just met, but
we clicked and I think about you a lot when we’re not
together.”
“But you do love her,” I insist. “You know you can’t have us
both, right?”
“Matthew, if you still love her, you should sort things out with
her.”
Suddenly I sense some changes in the air and the hair at the
back fo my neck rises. I tilt my head back and sniff the air. It’s
part of the lesson Caspian, Lazarus, Constantine, and Darius
taught me. I need to depend on my senses especially during
sparring. I know I’m slow, but sometimes the lesson sticks.
Right now, I get the sense of being watched as well as the scent
of something that doesn’t belong.
“Penny, who are you calling? What’s going on?” asks Matthew,
looking alarmed.
“Hello there, Ms. Penny Ruiz.” I gasp and whirl around when I
hear an unfamiliar voice behind us.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” I ask them.
“We don’t want anything from you, you lycan’s pet!” barks the
second man. “Cheap whoring bitch!” He spits on the ground.
He looks like he’s really disgusted with me.
“A spitfire! I like! Too bad we have to kill you before the lycans
get here,” says Thing 1.
I press call on my cell phone and Thing 2 seems to notice my
small movement.
The man falls backward and crashes into a tree. He clutches his
chest, swearing profusely.
“She bloody made a call! They’re gonna be here soon. Kill her
quick! We’ve gotta go!” says Thing 2.
“Jonah, finish her off!” Thing 2 barks out and a figure steps out
of from the line of the trees.
“The lycans are going to be here any seconds,” says Yummy Lip
Ring casually.
“No, no, no bitch, we don’t have time for this. If you’re going to
be difficult, we’re going to snap your little human’s head off,”
says Thing 2. One arm is around Matthew’s neck while his
other hand is wrapped around Matthew’s forehead, ready to
twist his head off.
“We can’t let him go now, but if you want him to live, get
moving,” says Thing 2, pressing the knife to Matthew’s neck.
The car is going very fast. The buildings we passed seem like a
blur. Very soon, I see more trees than buildings. Wherever
they’re taking us, it’s to somewhere remote. We’re getting away
from the civilization.
“My friends are coming, you know,” I tell them, breaking the
silence.
“You’re going to die first, doll,” says Thing 1 from the front.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to rip you into tiny little pieces and
scatter your remains all over the place for the lycans to find
you,” adds Thing 2.
I can’t believe Yummy Lip Ring...or rather Jonah is one of
them. I’m so pissed that he managed to make me trust him so
easily. I’ve seen his peepee for goodness sake, and it’s not
during sex either! If that’s not a bonding moment, I don’t know
what is.
Maybe I’m not that good at reading people like I thought I was.
He turns around to look at me and I scowl at him. I’m going to
kick his nuts to the moon when I get the chance.
Yummy Lip Ring, or rather Jonah scowls back at me, but his
eyes slide to Thing 1 who is driving beside him then over to
Thing 2 before he faces the front again. What? What was that
about? Is he trying to tell me something?
His message becomes clear a few seconds later when I see his
hand braces the roof of the car, while the other grabs the
steering wheel and his foot comes in contact with Thing 1 who’s
driving. I push Matthew down and dive to tackle Thing 2
against the car window while the car swerves sharply and
violently. The tires screeched. I think Thing 2 punches my
stomach before we are tossed around like ragged dolls before
the car comes to a complete stop with a loud bang.
I look around and realize that I’m lying half across Matthew. I
think he’s okay. I threw myself over him to shield him from the
impact of any collision.
The door on the other side is opened and Thing 2 is nowhere to
be seen. Thing 1 is slumped over the steering wheel. I don’t see
any airbags. Yummy Lip Ring, or rather Jonah is looking
around. He glances at me once before he pushes the car door
open.
I open the car door and pull Matthew out with me. He seems
dazed and very shaken.
“I might have saved your fucking ass!” Jonah yells back. “Have
you any idea what the lycans would do to us if you killed her?”
“You bloody fool! She’s not their pet. She’s their fucking mate.
They would hunt us down and won’t stop until we’re dead. All
of us dead,” says Jonah. His eyes landed on me and he has that
look on his face that makes me look down at myself.
Sticking out from my stomach is a handle of a knife. Deep
crimson is seeping out from it. Half my top and my shorts are
soaking wet with blood. Rivulets of blood run down my legs
and a few dripping from the hem of my top.
I ignore him and roll Thing 2 to lie on his back. I slap the
unconscious Thing 2 a few times. Jonah quietly watches me
doing it for a while, then he sighs and shakes his head.
Strangely, he seems more relaxed after that.
“You should go. Get away from here. My friends are coming,” I
tell him as I pull myself up. I’m in pain and very tired, but there
are things to be done.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I’m pulling Thing 2 to the car
by his legs. “He’s a souvenir. I’m keeping him in the trunk,” I
announce. I’m not risking him waking up and running off
anytime soon.
“Says the one who’s working with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle
Dum. Thing 1 and Thing 2,” I say, fighting a wave of dizziness.
“You guys are like Larry, Curly, and Moe.” I point towards him,
and the two unconscious morons on the ground. Jonah just
shakes his head at my insult.
“Why did you help me?” I ask him as he helps me drag Thing 1
to the car.
“Because I didn’t feel like killing your crazy ass,” he says. Thing
1′s head is banging against the stones and the protruding tree
roots on the ground as we drag him by his feet. Good. That is
very satisfying.
“Who’s Bossman?”
I watch him walk away. I wonder if I’d ever see him again.
Yummy Lip Ring.
“Don’t walk, run!” I yell after him as I hold onto the back of the
car. “And I suggest you quit this gig. I don’t think this line of
career is the right fit for you.”
He looks back and smirks. In seconds, a big black wolf takes off
running in his place. Its black coat shines in the moonlight
before it disappears into the ravines and bushes.
My friends are close by. I can feel it. I just have to hang on to
my consciousness just a little bit longer. My hand seeks the
medallion. I grip it tightly as I listen to my own heartbeat
slowing down. Darius. I want him with me right now.
“You’re alive!!!” She’s still too loud. Her eyes are brimming
with tears.
“I smell another scent. This one is different. He’s not too far
away. I’m going after him,” growls Lazarus.
“Not too long, just about four hours,” Genesis answers. That’s
it? It felt longer than that.
I’m no longer caked with mud and sticky blood. I’m wearing a
very pale pink cotton sleeping gown that I rarely wear.
“Serena and I did. Your wound still looks bad, but it’s healing
up. The powerful painkillers we gave you should help with the
pain. Let us know when you need more.”
“Yeah, we found him running about half a mile down the road
from where you were,” she answers, pulling back then she
grimaces. “Physically he’s fine...he’s in shock though. When we
found him, he was rambling about monsters and wolves.
Unfortunately, he hasn’t improved much since then. The men
are figuring out what to do with him.”
I let out a deep breath. It’s my fault that he’s like that. He
shouldn’t be involved in our crazy world and it’s not the best
way to open his eyes to our existence. Well, okay, that was the
worst possible way to let a human know about our world. Heck,
he shouldn’t even know about us. Ignorance is bliss they say.
“Thing...Who???”
“The two men are detained in the cold cellar. Our men,
Constantine, Lazarus, and Caspian, are very pissed with what
they did to you, so they’re having too much fun torturing those
men for information right now. If they didn’t need information
from them so much, those two would already be dead by now.
“No, you’re not feeding me, Genesis!” My best friend has gone
crazy!
It’s still three o’clock in the morning. It seems like nobody else
in this house is sleeping tonight. I heard even our cook, Anya is
still busy downstairs, making tea, coffee, and snacks for
everybody. Serena who’s also in the room with us is sitting
back quietly on a chair by the window, watching us in
amusement.
“Yes, I am! You’re still weak. You’ve lost a lot of blood. You
need your energy back,” says Genesis.
“Okay, fine. Let’s see it.” She places the tray on my lap. She sits
back on my bed and crosses her arms over her chest, watching
me.
My hand is shaking. I grip the spoon, try to ladle the soup and
bring it to my mouth. The darn spoon rattles against the side of
the bowl so much, spilling the soup back into the bowl. By the
time it reaches my mouth, nothing is left in the spoon.
By the third try, Genesis holds out her hand for the spoon.
Okay, I admit defeat. I release the spoon.
“You just got stabbed! Your tummy isn’t ready for anything
solid yet,” argues my best friend who is now acting like my
mom slash nurse slash my tormentor.
“What’s going on?” asks Caspian, poking his head through the
door. Constantine and Lazarus walk in behind him. Great! Now
EVERYBODY is in my bedroom.
“If you keep this up, I will call your abuela. I will let her know
what happened and get her to come and feed you herself!” she
threatens me. “Now open your mouth and stop complaining.”
Oh, no she didn’t! She just pulled out the big gun. My
shoulders slumped. I love my abuela, but having her around
here would be really bad. She would fuss over me and baby me
and it would totally be embarrassing. Reluctantly I open my
mouth and start eating. The soup is surprisingly good...or
maybe I’m just very hungry.
I hear snickers from the men and I glower at them while
meekly eating my soup. They are all staring at Genesis in awe
and wonder. Oh, my goddess! This is so annoying. It’s not like
she just solved world hunger issues or reversed climate change
or something. She just threatened to call my abuela, for
goodness sake! I know they’re secretly laughing at me too.
“Well,” Lazarus clears his throat. “I suggest we’d better use his
real name instead of Yummy Lip Ring...especially in front of
Darius.”
“It’s not like Darius is here to hear about it, is he?” I announce
sullenly, plonking my head back on the pillow. I’m feeling
down now. My heart aches just at the mention of his name.
Serena comes over and covers my hand with hers. “Don’t be too
hard on them, honey,” she says. “They’re just happy to have
you back. All of us are. You should’ve seen the guys when they
figured out that you were taken. Not good. They’re about to rip
this place apart.”
“We love you too. It’s only four in the morning. Try to get some
more sleep,” she says gently and leans down to give me a kiss
on my forehead. “Or maybe not.” She has a smile on her face
when she straightens up.
He’s standing frozen by the door. His glacier blue eyes are
wide, bright, and wild, desperately taking me in. His hair is
disheveled and he has blond stubble covering his jaw. His
white shirt is wrinkled with a few top buttons undone and the
sleeves rolled up to his elbows. All in all, he looks
breathtakingly gorgeous. Hotter any man has the right to.
I wrap my arms around his neck and melt into him. The knot in
my chest that has been chocking me since he was gone
suddenly loosens and I can breathe again.
I’m lost in his body heat and his scent. I’m lost in him. I
vaguely hear the door being closed gently behind us.
We stay like that for a long time. I can’t believe that I’m in his
arms again, breathing in his wonderful scent.
“But I wasn’t here to keep you safe. You were gone...I nearly
lost it. That was my worst nightmare, Malyshka. The worst. I
can’t bear it.”
“I’m here now, and you are here now,” I tell him softly while
stroking his cheek. He closes his eyes. I know my touches affect
him, but the look of torture and ecstasy in his face make me
feel powerful and filled me with awe. I do this to him. My
powerful and deadly lycan...putty in my hands.
After I swallowed the two pills, he takes the glass of water away
from me and places it back on the bedside table. His jaw is
clenched tight.
He lays his head back down on the pillow next to mine with his
eyes intent on my face. His jaw is still tight and his lips in a
straight firm line.
“No.”
“Please, let me see....I have to see it.” His eyes are pleading, his
hand is still gripping the edge of my dress. Our eyes battling
with each other. After a while, I let go of his hand.
He inches the fabric higher and I’m glad that at least I have
white cotton panties on.
He gently peels off the dressing that covers the wound and
when he fully uncovers it, he goes completely still. I can’t see
the expression on his face, but his grip on my sleeping gown
tightened until his knuckles turn white. I’m half expecting to
hear the rip of the fabric between his fingers.
Only after he climbs back up so that his face is the same level as
mine again that I can see his eyes. They are two soulless black
marbles looking down at me. I didn’t see that when he was
down there staring at my stomach. Feral, fierce, and deadly.
Those words come to mind when I look at him now.
“Those two will be dead before sunrise,” he vows. His voice is
low, raspy...and menacing. Right now I’m looking at his lycan.
His big warm hand envelopes mine and I pull him back down
to lie next to me.
His eyes are still black and his voice still sounds strange. I
know his lycan is still very much in control, but there is no
conflict between the lycan and the human side. The lycan side
is just more primal without the trappings of human
sophistication and reservation holding them back. His lycan is
just stating plainly what Darius really want.
He tilts my head to one side and his lips and the tip of his nose
skim down my cheek and my jawline. Oh, goddess, the
pleasurable jolt of electricity streaks down from the root of my
hair right to the tip of my toes from that little touch.
My eyes fly open when I feel his fingers undoing the buttons of
my pajama and my breath hitches. My grip on his shoulders
tightens as soon as he pulls the fabric open, exposing my chest.
I’m not even wearing a bra. I watch his eyes taking me in. I
could feel the shift in his mood. His hunger for me is almost
tangible.
His eyes are black and shiny, burning into me. “There’s no
turning back. Once you’re mine, you’re mine forever,
Persephone.”
His eyes are bright and vivid in the morning light. His fair
blond hair is shiny and slicked back. His gorgeous face is now
clean shaven. His dark gray henley fits him like a second skin,
the long sleeve pulled up to his elbows. He smells of soap,
shampoo and his own mouthwatering smell. He’s clearly taken
a shower.
Did we really mark each other early this morning? It’s hard to
believe that he’s mine.
“I’m going to take a look at your injury first before you take a
shower, Malyshka.” He pushes my shoulders back against the
bed and sits at the edge of the bed. I hardly feel any pain that I
almost forgot I have a stab wound. He lifts my sleeping gown
up and removes the dressing.
Darius helps me get up and get into the bathroom even though
I’m quite capable of doing so myself.
“Are you sure you won’t you be needing my help in the shower
as well?” he asks for the third time. His eyes alight with
mischief.
Last night when I was in pain I was so eager to mate with him.
Now I’m feeling shy. I wonder if the painkillers have something
to do with it...or I’ve gone bonkers this morning.
I find Darius lying on my bed with his hands behind his head
when I walk out of the closet.
I’m not feeling too relaxed, though. There are a few things that
I need to discuss with him still and I’m not going to take no for
an answer.
“Yes.”
“I know you’re a bit confused right now, but we’ll tell you
everything. The guys, especially Constantine agree that keeping
you in the dark won’t keep you safe.”
Ha! Constantine. I’ve got the feeling that Genesis not being
happy with him has something to do with it.
“Did I tell you how proud I am of you? You took on two big
werewolves by yourself,” he says.
Well, Yummy Lip Ring did help. “I had some help...” I tell him.
I don’t know how much he already knows, but I’m not too
eager to discuss other men with him right now. “Oh, we should
go downstairs now. I should go and check on Matthew,” I add
abruptly.
Way to go, Penny! I wrap my arms around his neck and press
my cheek to his to calm him down. He threads his fingers
through my hair at the back of my neck and his lips swoop
down to kiss mine.
This kiss is rough and possessive and I can’t help but kiss him
back. His tongue explores my mouth hungrily. My tongue
meets his and delves inside his mouth just as aggressively. By
the time we both pull back for air, we are both breathing
heavily and raggedly.
“Yes, and you’re mine,” I return. “I still need to make sure that
Matthew is alright.”
Somebody pours our coffee, but I’m too busy staring at him. He
seems oblivious as he casually sips his coffee. His expression
never changes.
I move my leg away from his only to have him pulls it back and
his hand moves lower down my inner thigh this time. Wowza!
My fingers curl around my mug. I’m going to break my favorite
cow mug if he didn’t stop doing that soon.
“Anya was up all night last night, so we gave her a day off
today,” explains Serena as she and Genesis join us at the
breakfast table.
I’ve heard about the pledge and I’m quite excited to be part of
the pack. I know they wanted Darius to join the pack after they
took on the rebels, but Caspian said they’re holding it off until
Darius smartens up and mark me.
“Yes, Malyshka. All taken care of,” answers Darius. “I’m sorry,
but they hurt you and intended to kill you. I couldn’t rest until I
got rid of them.”
“Oh, I don’t feel bad for them,” I inform him. “I’m just
bummed that I didn’t get to torture them before you kill them.”
I turn to give Darius a stink eye, but he just gives me a smile
then slides an arm around my hip to pull me closer into him.
“You are meant for our world,” says Caspian. He sounds oddly
proud.
I knew those two were not good men. The more I know about
them, the more I wish they were still alive so that I could make
them feel half of what their victims felt. Maybe that’s why they
smelled so different. Maybe that was what I smelled when I
caught the whiff of their scent at the park. Their rotten core left
a mark on their essence.
I place my hand on top of his to assure him that I’m with him. I
chose him. Doesn’t he know that there’s no competition now?
Doesn’t he know that I love him and only him? Oh, wait...he
doesn’t. I never told him that I love him. I mean, I do want to
tell him, but...how do I say it? I should’ve told him when he
told me that he loves me, but my brain wasn’t working properly
then. It’ll be so awkward now. I mean, how do I broach the
subject? Maybe over coffee, like...“Hey, good coffee, by the way,
I love you.” Or when we’re in a car, and I’d be like “Wow! Nice
driving. So yeah, I love you.” Or after he told me a joke, “Great
joke! You’re funny, hahaha..I love you?” Ughhh...AWKWARD!
I’m terrible when it comes to talking about feelings.
“The third option and we all agree that this might be the best
one is to make the memory a bit hazy and “suggest” that it
didn’t really happen. That the memory was just a nightmare.”
Constantine pauses to let his words sink in before he continues,
“The problem with this one is, it requires a bit of acting and a
lot of patience on your part, Penny....and Darius too.”
The third option does sound like the best option for us right
now. I don’t want Matthew to be exposed to our world. He
doesn’t need all that danger in his life. He’s not made for this
life. The second option obviously might risk an emotional scar
on him and I don’t want that.
“Yeah, you get attacked by those two bad guys, he got knocked
out while trying to save you or something...so, he’s a hero...sort
of,” adds Caspian with a little distaste look on his face. He
never makes it a secret that he doesn’t like Matthew much.
“Tell him that somebody came to your rescue while he was out
and you brought him back here for the night. End of story.”
They put him on the main floor, as far away from our
bedrooms which are on the second and the third floor. I
understand they don’t want a stranger, especially a human who
doesn’t know about us to be settling close to our private
quarters.
“They knocked you out when you tried to protect me. Luckily, a
few people saw us and threatened to call the police, so they ran
off,” I tell Matthew. I don’t even feel guilty about lying to him.
If this is what I have to do to keep him safe, then so be it.
“Yeah, that sounds really crazy,” I cut him off. “I got stabbed? I
would be dead or in the hospital right now if I got stabbed...not
turning into a monster or something.” I laugh and Matthew
gives me a sheepish looking smile.
“My face is still sore,” says Matthew, inspecting his face in the
front mirror and gingerly touching his cheek. “I’ve never been
punched before. Ever. Wow.” He looks strangely pleased with
the thought that he’s being punched. I don’t have the heart to
tell him that he had just gotten slapped. Once.
“You don’t have to worry about your car. Just give me the keys
and I’ll have it delivered back to you by tonight,” I tell him.
I pull into the parking lot of his apartment building and unlock
the door, leaving the engine running. “So, I’m just going to
drop you off...”
“Wait a minute, you’re not coming in?” he asks me, not making
a move to get out of the car.
“I...uh...I have to get back, Matthew. I’ll see you around, okay?”
“Oh, come on Penny. Come inside with me,” he says. “I just got
knocked out. What if I got a concussion or something?”
Seriously???
“Come on, Penny.” His eyes are hopeful. Maybe it’s the residual
mate pull, as weak as they may be or the guilt for putting his
life in danger, but I can’t say no to him. This is so not a good
idea, Penny.
“Okay, but I can’t stay long,” I finally tell him as I turn off the
engine while trying not to look behind us again.
I feel Darius’s anger as soon as I exit the car. This is a bad idea.
Bad idea.
Darius: No.
Darius: Persephone
Penny: Darius
“No, thanks. I’m not thirsty,” I answer him. If I only have five
minutes, I have to start talking now. Besides, I’m not very good
at the subtlety or easing the subject into the conversation like
normal people.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he says and I watch him turn the tap on
and put a glass under it.
“Huh?”
“Oh, please, I know you’re still in love with Cece,” I tell him.
I’m starting to get pissed. I still remember how he reacted
when Cece showed up at the cafe with Mason the other day. I
knew I didn’t have much chance when it comes to Cece and I
don’t have much patience with people who are trying to play
victims.
Matthew and I say at the same time. Wow, this is not awkward
at all!
“Leave her alone. She’s not going with you,” says Matthew
suddenly. Wow, somebody sounds brave, considering how
much taller the two lycans are. They’re practically towering
over him, not to mention the wave of power emanating from
them. Well, maybe humans don’t recognize or understand the
wave of power as a danger warning that it is. Werewolves
would have sensed it by now.
Darius’s hand circles my waist possessively and pulls me closer
into his body. “She’s mine. She goes where I go. She’s coming
with me,” he says. His anger is burning in my chest. His glacier
blue eyes darken considerably.
Caspian isn’t looking too happy either. He’s holding the door
open and when he tilts his head, I understand what he means.
I feel bad for him, but I know he loves Cece. Even if Darius
wasn’t in the picture, I’m not good for him. I don’t know if he
would ever get used to our world and be able to accept me for
what I am.
“Beany, key!” says Caspian, holding out his hand. I throw him
the key and he easily catches it before he jumps behind the
wheel of his shiny red Porsche.
“I want to be with you and no one else. I’m yours as you are
mine,” I tell him, letting some of my feelings for him leaked
through. I’m already good at this.
He slips his sunglasses on and his lips curve up into a sexy
smug smile. He starts the car with a roar of the engine and
drives off without saying another word.
It seems like our cook Anya is back even though she was given
a day off. I think she’s not happy to have somebody else
invaded her kitchen. I’m not complaining because she’s
prepared enough food to feed an army with Rita’s help.
“As if we can replace her with anybody. Look at all this food,”
replies Genesis as she piles up her plate with a generous
serving of everything.
“I’m glad our men decided to talk to us,” I whisper to Genesis
and Serena.
Lazarus and Serena are sitting close to each other on the love
seat. Constantine is sitting on the armrest of a sofa where
Genesis is sitting. His hand is playing with her red hair
abstractedly.
I’m sitting on a sofa with Darius. I tried to sit a bit further from
him at the beginning, not wanting to distract him when he’s
talking, but he pulled me close with my hand firmly in his.
“We have to get rid of the threat. We dig it out right to the
source.” agrees Caspian in a steely voice. I’ve never heard him
so serious. “We’re doing this together.”
“No, I’m going where you and my friends are going,” I interrupt
him. My heart is set and I let him know this through our shared
bond. If they’re going into the fire, then I’m going up in flames
with them.
“Great! Now we’re just going to make sure no one else knows
that you two are mated to each other,” says Caspian, looking at
us with an amused smile. I look at him suspiciously with
narrowed eyes.
I sense the feeling of dread coming from Darius though his expression is cold and uncaring.
“Malyshka,” he turns to me. “Would it be too much to ask if...could you...stay away from
Russia? I’ll send you anywhere...”
“No, I’m going where you and my friends are going,” I interrupt him. My heart is set and I let
him know this through our shared bond. If they’re going into the fire, then I’m going up in
flames with them.
“Great! Now we’re just going to make sure no one else knows that you two are mated to each
other,” says Caspian, looking at us with an amused smile. I look at him suspiciously with
narrowed eyes.
For once Darius drops his stony expression as he drags his hand through his fair silky hair and
lets out a frustrated groan.
“What do you mean?” I ask him. “Why do we have to make sure no one else knows that I’m
mated to him?”
“You know the threat of going in as Darius’s mate. There’s going to be a big target on your back.
We can’t let that happen,” explains Lazarus.
“So now you’re mated to me,” says Caspian looking smug. His eyes flash to Darius wickedly.
Darius emits a low irritated growl while his arm tightens around me. “Pretend. Only pretend,” he
says. “She’s mated to me.”
Obviously, the men had discussed this matter among themselves before they talk to us, girls.
“That’s an awful idea,” I protest. “I don’t know how this is going to work. The crown prince
taking a mate is a big deal. All the attention will be on us. On me! Wouldn’t that put a bigger
target on my back?”
“Yes, but they won’t be acting on it right away. Like you said, the attention will be on you.
Nobody will dare to make an attempt on your life unless they want an all-out war. An
assassination of the future queen is going to bring the wrath of the palace and the army,” explains
Caspian.
“What about Queen Sophia? She’s going to be livid! She has her heart set on Lady Celeste for
you,” I ask him. I really don’t see how this is going to work.
“They know we’re friends, Caspian. Nobody’s going to believe that we’re mates,” I announce. “I
mean, how are we going to convince everybody that we’re mates?”
“Easy, Beany. Sure they know we’re friends, but we tell them that over time, we’ve...uh,
developed feelings for each other,” he says. ” We just fell in love and decided that we should
mark each other even though you’re not my erasthai.”
“Yeah, like they can’t see that we’re more eager to kill one another than to mate each other.
Nobody’s gonna believe us,” I say, scowling.
“They will. We just have to pretend to be lovey-dovey and all touchy-feely just like what you’re
doing with Darius right now,” Caspian replies gleefully. He’s enjoying this too much to even
hide his feelings. If he were to rub his hands together, he’d look like a villain in a crappy low
budget movie.
“No touching,” scowls Darius, totally annoyed. I can feel his irritation, jealousy, possessiveness,
and frustration through our bond.
“How could anybody believe that we’re mates if we’re not touching?” reasons Caspian.
Darius buries his nose in my neck and lets out a low tortured groan that only I can hear. His hand
seeking his mark over my shirt. He lays his palm flat over the mark as if reassuring himself and
reminding me that I belong to him.
“This is going to be so much fun.” Caspian flashes me a wide taunting smile and I look at him
with a scowl.
“How are we going to make this look believable if you two act like this? Can you two refrain
from fighting for 5 minutes, at least?” asks Serena as she tries to smack Caspian’s side of the
head with a rolled up document that she snatched from the coffee table.
“No way!” says Caspian as he ducks away just in time. “That’s how Beany Bean and I show our
love and affection for each other.”
This is going to be a problem. I hope this isn’t going to end up badly for us.
The celebration is going to be in just over a week’s time. We need to fly to Russia soon. Before
that, there are things that need to be taken care of. One of those things is Bossman, the guy who
sent his goons to kill me.
Darius’s men managed to track down and detained Bossman. As it turns out, Bossman’s full
name is Iron Bossman. Huh! His mom must have some balls to name her son Iron.
We girls excuse ourselves while Darius, Lazarus, and Constantine continue to discuss Bossman
and smooth out other plans before we leave for Russia.
Caspian leaves the room with us girls. He announces that he has a class this evening. He just
changed his classes around for this semester. It’s easy to do when you have the money and
people under your thumb to do whatever you want. We suspect that he’s stalking and annoying
his erasthai. Just the thought of that is hilarious to us.
“Should we all change classes and give his erasthai our moral support?” asks Genesis
mischievously.
“Nah,” I disagree. “I think he’s quite capable of making things harder for himself just by being
his usual annoying, big-headed, bratty self.”
“I think you two are being nosy,” I tell them while making a mental note to track her down soon.
Hey, anybody who manages to make the bratty prince go all crazy deserves my admiration and
therefore my alliance and support.
I power up my laptop and skype my friends from my werewolf pack, Reese and River for a few
minutes. I figure I might not be able to talk to them for a while when I get to Russia. I get to say
hi to their little girl, Piper too. She’s growing up so fast. I don’t want her to forget aunt Penny.
She’s supposed to like me better than aunt Genesis. It’s a little competition that we’ve got going.
Genesis and I compete to be the coolest aunt. We compete buying Piper the coolest gifts.
Sometimes I swear that little brat is so smart, she’s playing both of us to get what she wants.
She’s tiny and dangerous, but she’s too adorable to say ‘no’ to.
I’ve been keeping Reese and River up to date about what’s been going on with us, so they’re not
entirely surprised when I tell them about Darius and me marking each other.
Darius enters the room just as I’m turning off the laptop. “Here, take these,” he says, handing me
two tiny pills and a glass of water. “I noticed you were rubbing your stomach during the
meeting.”
He waits till I swallow the two pills and down the rest of the water before taking the glass from
my hand and places it on the table.
It’s sweet that he’s showing concern for me, but it’s infuriating that he’s keeping his feelings
hidden from me most of the time. I can feel our bond, yet when it comes to sharing feelings,
there’s like a concrete wall around him. So now, in return, I closed my feeling off from him. It’s
almost like a game now trying to figure each other out without sharing our feelings.
He’s always watching me too. When he seems to be looking elsewhere or his attention seems to
be on someone else, he’s always aware of where I am or what I’m doing. Even during all those
years that he claimed he didn’t want me, he’s watching me. It can be unnerving sometimes to
have somebody paying that close attention to you.
He’s watching me now. He sits on the bed silently watching me putting my things away.
I take my time putting my desk in order. I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous around him all
of a sudden. I’m always so confident and brazen with other men. I could eat them up like snacks
and spit them out so easily, but with him, I feel like I was the snack. Maybe because we’ve
marked each other and now he’s half lying on my bed, waiting for me, and he’s looking so hot. I
glance up at him then quickly lower my eyes to look at the papers that I’m gathering...one by
one. After these papers, there’s nothing else to do. Oh, Penny. Stupid Penny, you can go organize
your closet...by colors!
“Do you think, you’ll be done clearing up your table before tomorrow morning?” His voice
sounds amused and curious.
“Yeah, before tomorrow morning. Definitely,” I reply seriously, nodding my head a few times.
“Then I can organize my closet.”
“Oh, really?” he says. He’s smiling now, clearly amused. “What’s the plan after the closet?”
“Uh..” I never thought that far ahead, but that gives me an idea. “Bathroom. Definitely the
bathroom.”
“Wow, you’re a busy woman,” he says. Yup, that’s me. “And here I thought the cleaners come in
every day.”
“Persephone?”
“Then come here,” he says challengingly. His lips curl up into a sexy lopsided smile. His glacier
blue eyes glinted wickedly.
I look at him warily, trying hard to feel his emotion through our bond, but he’s totally closed off.
I glance at my closed closet door. My closet is very neat....but they’re not color coded. On the
other hand, he is now raising an eyebrow. His eyes are now openly daring me to show him that I
wasn’t at all afraid him.
Damn it! I, Persephone Aspen Ruiz would rather crawl through poop covered sewer than being
called a coward!
I tilt my chin up...and gulp, then march over to the bed. I sit stiffly at the farthest corner of my
own bed.
Eeeekkk!!! In a flurry of movement and a blink of an eye, I find myself lying in the middle of the
bed with him on top of me. His strong powerful body is pinning me to the bed while my hands
are trapped above my head by one of his hands. His face hovers only inches from mine.
“Now are you scared of me, Malyshka?” His eyes are watching me intently.
I shake my head and gulp nervously. Nope. His wonderful scent, combined with the warmth and
the weight of his body on top of mine is making me feel a lot of things. Scared is not one of
them. I think I can hear my own heartbeats thundering in my ears.
He’s still watching me. His lips slowly curve up into a feral, knowing smile, showing his straight
white teeth and slightly long canines.
He dips his head lower and I can feel his warm breath against my skin as he breathes in deeply,
taking in my scent.
His nose and lips graze my jaw and my stomach clenches. I close my eyes as pleasurable sparks
break all over my body shooting straight to my core.
I feel his lips touching my neck with soft featherlight kisses. I almost moan out in protest. I want
more. His lips travel to the side of my jaw, then across my cheek still skimming my skin lightly.
He drops a little soft kiss at the corner of my lips. I turn my head to capture his lips with mine,
but he pulls back with a playful predatory smile. He’s toying with me. Damn it!
I give him a scowl, but he chuckles and leans down to give my chin a little playful bite and
soothes it with a soft kiss. I want more and he’s not giving it to me. That pisses me off somehow.
I struggle to get my hands out of his stronghold, and my body out from underneath him but he
only tightens his hold and his body goes still. “Stop moving, Malyshka,” he says warningly. His
voice is husky. Then I feel it. His hard length pressing against my thigh.
I grin as I look up at him. He closes his eyes but surprises me by letting out a little laugh before
he presses his lips to the shell of my ear.
“I only wanted to show you that you don’t have to be scared of me. I won’t force you to do
anything...not until you’re ready,” he whispers in my ear. “I have an amazing, ironclad self-
control,” he adds cockily.
Ironclad self-control? Screw that! I want to wipe that cocky smile off his face. I want to chuck
that ironclad self-control of his into the shark-infested ocean.
“Wow, that’s a trait to be proud of,” I tell him in a serious tone as I wiggle even more underneath
him. I make sure to rub and brush myself harder against his solid length.
I hear the catch in his breath and try hard to contain my smile as his smile wanes from his lips.
I wriggle myself again and this time he pushes himself up so that our lower bodies aren’t pressed
together anymore. His grip on my hands loosens. I used this opportunity to free my hands and
flip us around.
He’s now lying on his back and I’m straddling him, pinning his hands to the bed with both of
mine. I grin down at him and he grins back. His eyes glazed with needs and hunger. There is also
the look of amusement and curiosity on his face. All in all, I have one hot gorgeous lycan
underneath me and his self-control is not wanted.
I know he’s letting me do this. He could easily flip us back if he wants to.
I lean down and whisper in his ear, “I so admire this ironclad self-control that you have.” I
emphasize the word ironclad as I grind down on the hardness of his length underneath me.
I hear the rumble of laughter from his chest followed by a groan and I suppress the giggle from
my lips. I know I’m so inexperienced in this seduction thingy, but I’m having fun....and my mate
is hot. So why not?
I nuzzle the side of his face and my hands slip underneath his shirt to explore the ridges of his
glorious abs. I drop small kisses along the line of his cut jaw and down his neck. The heady
smell of him filled my senses and the feel of his silky warm skin underneath my lips is addictive.
I flick my tongue out and taste the salty and delicious flavor of his skin on my tongue.
Mmm....so good. I can hear him moaning underneath me. It sends chills up my spine.
I push my self up. Watching him staring up at me intently. His chest is rising up and down as if
he’s just finished running a marathon. His eyes hooded and smoldering. His nostrils flare and his
jaw clenched. I reach down and yank my tank top off over my head.
For a few seconds, he just lies there. His nostrils flare and his jaw clenched. Suddenly I’m being
flipped back onto the bed
“I said I have an ironclad self-control, I didn’t say the ironclad is indestructible, Malyshka,” he
growls in my ear.
“Good,” I whisper back just before his lips cover mine in a fierce hungry kiss. Our lips part only
when I try to pull his shirt off. He grabs the end of it and tugs the shirt off in a swift easy
movement. His body is perfect. I let my fingers explore the hard contours of his pecks, his
amazing abs and lower while he’s watching me with his fists clenched at his sides. Ironclad self-
control.
When my hand reaches the trail of hair that disappears down his jeans, he grabs my fingers.
“Don’t go further if you’re not going to finish this.”
I don’t answer him, instead, I free my hand and unbutton his jeans, then pull the zipper down. He
stands up to remove his jeans, and as soon as he climbs up the bed again, my fingers close
around his impressive hardness over his black boxers.
“Persephone,” he moans as he covers my scorching body with his and his warm lips searching
mine.
The pleasure I feel from his bare skin touching mine is unbearable. The sparks of heat are now
burst of explosions consuming us both. I can’t think.
His seeking lips cover mine, swallowing my soft moan. His long fingers cradling my head,
holding it in place as his lips continue their assault on mine. His tongue darts out to explore my
mouth and glide against my tongue. His other hand pulls my hand that’s caressing his hardness
up above my head.
His mouth moves down to kiss my cheek, my jaw, my neck...everywhere. It feels like he’s
worshipping me while I’m just a mass of feelings, writhing underneath him in pleasure.
“Malyshka. So beautiful...” he murmurs against my skin as he releases the clasp of my lacy white
bra. His hands are exploring my body, touching, caressing, kneading... His mouth closes over the
peak of my breast and I sob in pleasure. My hands disappear into his hair, tugging his head closer
to my body.
I vaguely aware of his hands easing my shorts down before his mouth follows his hand’s path
downwards. Trailing fiery kisses and licks.
When I feel his mouth closes over my core I nearly combust. Oh, goddess. “Darius....”
I think it must have taken me a while to recover. When I open my eyes again, Darius is staring
down at me with a mixture of hunger and awe and smugness on his face.
He pulls his boxer off and my eyes wander downwards. He’s beautiful. Everywhere.
“Malyshka,” he says as he crawls over me again. His warm lips meet mine and his sexy
magnificent body covers mine. Just like that, I’m ready for him again. Once again, I’m a
mindless mass of sensation. I’m only aware of his mouth, hands, and body touching mine. My
hands, mouth, and body touching his.
The little pain I feel when he finally enters me, makes me open my eyes to stare into his black
soulless eyes. In between lycan and man. His eyes are cold, yet the ecstasy on his face is
unmistakable.
He moves slowly at first, gripping the edge of the mattress as he does so. The pain and pleasure.
I wrap my legs around him, urging him to move faster.
He lets out the sexiest groan just before I scream out his name the second time. This time is more
intense than the first. I think we truly burst into flames. I think we both ignite and turn to ashes.
“Is it always like that?” I ask him lazily as I turn my head to look at him. His flawless skin is
glistening with sweat. His fair disheveled hair looks a bit darker as it sticks to his skin.
“It’s never like that. Never like that with anyone else. That’s the first time for me,” he says. “You
are amazing.“The possessive look in his eyes as he stares at me takes my breath away. A tiny
smug smile is playing on his lips.
“Tell me,” I say. “When was the last time you had a proper good night sleep?”
My body is sore in places I never knew exist but I’m feeling relaxed. My heartbeat is slowing
down close to its normal rhythm.
“The night I had you in my arms,” he answers. That was two nights ago. He must be tired. He
needs his sleep.
“Come here,” I tell him as I pull his head down closer to my chest. His arms immediately slide
around my body to pull me closer until we’re both wrapped tightly around each other. I reach out
to bury my fingers in his thick silky pale hair.
“Sleep.”
“Don’t leave me,” he murmurs. His arms tighten around me possessively and protectively. “I
love it when you do that. I love it when you play with my hair.” His voice grows faint.
His breathing evens out after a while, but I keep my fingers in his soft silky hair, combing slowly
through it, my fingertips gently grazing his scalp.
Even though his eyes are still closed, a sudden surge of emotion
fills me and I know he’s awake.
“Good,” I answer.
“Just good?” His voice is lazy and teasing. He runs his finger
over my cheek, down my neck and it goes lower until it touches
the medallion that’s resting on my chest.
“It’s not that I do or do not like talking about them. It’s just
that they’re not important to me. Insignificant in my life. We’re
not close, to put it mildly. I grew up with nannies and a
governess while my parents were never there.
“I was shipped off to the military school when I was nine. I saw
them a handful of times since then. The last time I saw my
parents was briefly at a Royal Gala eighty years ago. They’re
like strangers to me.”
“Yes, but now for the first time in my life, I’m not alone
anymore. Now I have you.”
The next few days are filled with classes and fight training. At
first, Darius didn’t want me to leave the house and attend
classes on my own, but I stand my ground. I can’t live my life in
fear just because I was kidnapped and hurt that one time. After
a long civilized discussion (which consisted of me throwing a fit
and threatening him bodily harm) he finally gave in. I suspect
he has his men watch me discreetly when I’m out on my own.
To be honest, I don’t really mind. It actually makes me feel safe
and protected. Despite being stubborn, I’m not too eager to be
getting kidnapped and getting stabbed again.
“Oh yeah?” I return. “Well, I whipped your *ss today and I’m
going to...I’m going to.. kick you in the nut tomorrow!” Wow,
nice come back, Penny.
“That’s right. You tell her, Constantine. Royal family jewel is off
limits,” says Caspian with a big mischievous grin on his face.
Off limits? “How about me kicking your royal family jewel right
now?” I yell as I spring up with every intention of chasing him
around our 76.5 acres of training ground if I have to.
I just had a tutorial this morning. It’s 9.45 am. now and I’m
heading towards Club Espresso Degree Cafe. I promised Darius
I’ll be waiting for him there.
I glance around as I pull the door of the cafe open. There are
not too many students here right now.
I find a seat near the window and start rooting for my phone
that I threw in my messenger bag this morning. Darius got me
a new phone a few days ago.
Her eyes widen when she sees me. She stands there frozen with
a pen and a writing pad in her hands, staring at me
apprehensively before she starts to look around as if she’s
looking for somebody.
I was right, that bratty prince has been harassing this poor girl.
I bite down a laugh that almost escapes my lips. This is good.
Better than good! My brain is filled with ideas on how to
torture that bratty prince. Oh, the possibilities!
She bites her lower lip worriedly before she answers me, “I saw
you and your other friends with him before....and you look like
him.” I don’t quite understand what she means by “you look
like him” but I let it slide.
It seems like she wants to say more but she watches me warily
for a second as if trying to decide whether or not to trust me.
After a while, her curiosity gets the best of her. She looks
around as if to make sure that nobody else can hear us, then
she leans in and whispers, “I know you’re not a werewolf, but
what are you?”
She smells like a human, so I’m surprised that she knows about
werewolves.
“God help me. This is not good. Nana wouldn’t be happy,” she
mutters to herself.
“Oh, I see...” I say. Well, no. Actually, I don’t see at all. Is it just
me or is Caspian’s mate is as crazy as he is?
He’s looking hot in a grey peacoat jacket. His light blond hair is
windblown and his eyes are focused solely on me.
Amanda’s face turns red, but she juts her lips out into a pout.
“But Dee, I haven’t seen you around for so long.”
Dee? Did she just give my mate a nickname? I feel the burning
in my chest. I’m going to rip this human bitch’s face right out
off her skull.
Keisha tries to give her a napkin, but she throws it on the floor.
Lily and Daniel look like they’re holding in their laugh.
“Your manager will hear about this! I’m going to make sure he
fires your sorry *ss!” she rants.
After a nice hot shower, I dry off and put on what Genesis and
Serena picked out for me. A black lace, open backed bodycon
dress that ends a few inches above my knees. The top part of
the back and the shoulders are made entirely of sheer lace. The
back also has an opening that goes all the way down to the
waist. The front and the bottom part is covered with black silk
insert. The v neck at the front dipped low enough to show some
cleavage, but not too low to keep it classy.
Serena dries my hair and pulls it up into a curly messy bun. She
teases a few tendrils loose to frame my face.
Serena rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a small smile on
her face as she fixes the back of my dress. “You do look
gorgeous, love,” she says. “Very sexy.”
“Yes, I bet he won’t be able to take his eyes and hands off you
tonight,” Genesis remarks. Her eyes alight with excitement and
mischief.
Darius sleeps in my room and has left a few shirts in here, but
most of his stuff is still in his own bedroom. So he’s getting
ready in his own bedroom tonight. There’s no sound coming
from the room next door, so I’m guessing he’s already ready
and waiting downstairs.
The men are standing in the grand foyer talking quietly. They
are all so good looking. Tall and imposing. Darius is standing
in the middle of them with his back facing the staircase.
Standing at the bottom of the steps with him, I’m glad he’s so
tall. Even when I’m wearing heels he still towers over me,
making me feel delicate and protected. Well, okay...so delicate
is stretching it a little bit. I’m still me. Delicate and Penny
should not be used in the same sentence.
Caspian comes running out the door after us. “What?” he yells.
“Beany? What???”
Darius leans back in his leather seat and bursts out laughing.
Soon, I join him laughing until my side hurts.
The dinner goes quickly and I think we look pretty decent and
normal to the people around us. If only they knew the truth.
We talk about pretty mundane stuff, but his legs are pressed
against mine underneath the table making my heartbeat race.
When our eyes locked, the hunger in his eyes makes my mouth
dry and my skin heats up. He watches me like a predator
watching its prey. His eyes watch me intently as I put the food
in my mouth. His heated gaze travels from my mouth to my
throat as I take a sip of my drink. My skin sizzles as if he
physically touched me. The air around us feels thick sizzles
with electricity.
To be fair, he’s been looking like he’s trying not to laugh for
days now every time I try new terms of endearment in Russian
for him. Tonight’s the only time he openly laughs like this.
Now I’m miffed that he laughed at my attempt to find a
Russian nickname for him.
Serena told me that it’s legit sweet and that’s what she calls
Lazarus sometimes when they’re alone. I’m going to kill her!
That’s it! I’m done with trying to find him a sweet Russian
nickname. Everybody seems to be having too much fun with
this at my expense. Even Serena! I can’t believe it!
“Come on, don’t be mad, Malyshka. I really love it that you call
me with all those sweet Russian words,” he whispers as he
leans forward and places his warm hand on my thigh.
I take a sharp breath when his hand travels all the way up
underneath my dress. The tips of his fingers almost touching
the hem of my lacy panties. My breathing speeds up. My skin is
burning up for him.
Darn it! I only said those words out loud because I thought he
couldn’t understand me.
“By the way, you sounded so sexy, mi amor,” his voice low and
seductive. My knees go weak. I think I’ve melted into a puddle.
“Didn’t anybody tell you good things come to those who wait,
mi amor,” I tell him. His eyes darken considerably at my
words.
“Did I tell you, you sound so sexy when you call me that?” he
growls in my ear.
I swat his arm again. Harder this time. “Tonight’s the last night
before we fly off to Russia. It has to be tonight.”
His hand clamps on my arm before I can get any further and he
pulls me hard against his muscular body. He wraps his arm
around me and his lips swoop down on mine with all the pent-
up hunger. My legs almost give way. His tongue slips into my
mouth to slide and tangle with mine. A delicious wave of
pleasure engulfs my body. My heart thunders in my chest. He
sucks and nibbles on my bottom lip as if he can’t get enough. I
deepen the kiss, sucking his lips and the low sexy moan coming
from his throat makes me press my core right against his hard
thigh. My whole body goes up in flame.
“After this, Malyshka...I will take you back to our room and
lock the door. Then I will show you over and over again that
you’re mine to do as I want,” he whispers against my lips. “And
you will beg me to do it over and over again,” he adds before he
lets me go.
When we reach the top of the dune, I can see five silhouettes
standing in the distance by the tall bonfire.
The moon is luminous and the stars are flickering against the
inky night sky. The reflection of the moon is brilliant in the
dark, ominous sea.
We walk further down the sandy beach and reach our waiting
friends. Their perfect faces and figures aglow warm and golden
from the raging bonfire and the tiki lights.
I can feel the warmth of the tall bonfire dancing in the wind. It
is crackling and popping. The smell of the wood burning fire
mixed with the salty wind from the ocean fills the air.
“Darius and Persephone Rykov, now it’s time for you follow our
path, to take your oath to be part of this pack,” says Caspian
above the sound of the rolling waves crashing the shore.
Lazarus, who is holding a copper chalice, steps forward to
stand beside Caspian. The chalice looks like an antique with
carvings of a crown flanked by a lycan and a wolf. It has strange
symbols carved around the edge.
Caspian holds the blade up, then he cuts a small line in the
middle of his palm. “This blood symbolizes our lives, our vows,
and my bond to you and yours to me,” he announces.
“Follow my lead and repeat after me,” he says before he tilts his
already healing hand and lets a drop of his blood falls into the
goblet. Suddenly the flame burns bright. It pops and fizzles,
then turns back into the blue flame again.
I wrap my hand around the handle and make a small cut in the
middle of my palm. As soon as my blood drops in the chalice,
the fire glows brilliantly before it crackles and pops and settles
down into the blue flame again. The flame seems bigger and
brighter now somehow.
Caspian recites the oath again and I repeat after him. My palm
is already healing even before I finish reciting the oath. After
I’m done, he nods solemnly and leans in to drop a brotherly
kiss on my cheek.
I pass the dagger to Darius and he does the same thing. After
he’s done reciting the pledge, they both nod and give each
other a manly hug.
This pledge might take us all to our deaths, but I wouldn’t have
it any other way. This is my family.
Genesis pulls me into a tight hug. “I’m so happy,” she squeaks
tearfully and almost inaudibly. Serena soon joins in, followed
by all the others.
I’m still feeling sleepy. I can’t believe how awake and alert he’s
looking already. How long has he been awake?
So, okay...I’m not good at not prying. “What are you thinking?”
I ask him. See? I can totally do subtle.
I can’t read him at all now. I hate this feeling. This feeling like
our souls aren’t connected and we’re not even in Russia yet.
This feeling is pissing me off.
I push myself out of the bed roughly, and he quickly sits up.
The sheet pools around his waist. I move further away and his
hand shoots up to grab my wrist, trying to stop me from
putting the distance between us. I pull my hand out of his grip
and stand there defiantly in my naked glory, searching the floor
for my dress. I can’t see it anywhere. I remember us peeling
each other’s clothes wildly last night. I spot his shirt lying on
the floor instead, so I put that on and start to button up,
ignoring him.
“Persephone,” he says.
I feel him letting his guard down and sense his swirling of
emotions. None of them are pleasant. My heart softens at the
lost, haunted look in his eyes. This man needs me.
I walk back to the bed and crawl to his side. “Talk to me, Dar.
Don’t shut me out.”
He lays his head back on the pillow with a sigh. The back of one
hand covers his eyes. He stays like that in silence for a while.
Only his breathing tells me that he’s not asleep.
“Dar, huh?” he asks me, one of his eyebrows lifts up. I reach
out to trace his firm bottom lip with my index finger. His eyes
light up in amusement.
“There are lycans out there with the ability to detect all other
lycans’ feelings. They use it to find out where your true loyalty
lies, to find your weakness and use it against you. We were
trained to lock our feelings. It’s being hammered into us since
we started training that it became our second nature. Still, you
managed to get past my barrier sometimes,” he stops to give
me a tender smile.
His lips stretch into a wider smile, his eyes light up wickedly.
“Anything?”
“Anything...”
“In that case, do you think we have time for a quicky?” His lips
start to attack my neck with soft kisses and nibbles that make
me giggle and squirm. His fuzzy morning stubble is tickling
me.
“Will you do me a favor? Will you wear this for me?” he asks as
he opens the box. Nestled inside is a white gold love bracelet
with screw motifs and glittering diamonds. “It’s a symbol of my
commitment to you...and also to assure myself that you’re mine
even when I can’t announce to the world that you belong to
me.”
The private jet that we’re on today is different from the one we
usually use. The flight crews are different too. I don’t know if
this is related to our security and safety. The plane is still very
nice, just not as fancy.
I sit with Genesis and Serena at the front since our men seem
to be busy on their phones and laptops as soon as we safely
take off.
“If we ever let him out,” adds Caspian, exchanging a wicked but
grim smile with Darius. Constantine and Lazarus nod in
agreement.
After the meeting, Darius is on the phone and the laptop again.
So are Constantine and Lazarus. I wonder if they’re going to be
this busy all the time when we get to the Palace. I guess he’s
preparing his team for our arrival and ironing out security
details.
I’m about to join Genesis and Serena at the front when I see
Caspian staring morosely out the window. His hair that’s
usually glossy and perfect, always nicely styled is now messy,
so unlike the Prince Caspian that I know. Oh, he’s still dressed
very stylishly, but his hair looks like he’s been running his
fingers through it countless of times. I’m guessing he’s thinking
about his erasthai, Quincy that he left behind.
Oh, boy...the prince is whipped, but right now I don’t have the
heart to tease him about it.
“Since forever,” I inform him while ruffling his hair even more
before I saunter away to look for my mate who’s been on the
phone for too long now.
“You bet I’m not!” We both grin at each other. I know he loves
me like a pesky little sister and I love him like an annoying big
brother, but we’re both put on this earth to make each other’s
life a little bit harder. You just can’t deny your true life’s
calling.
Admittedly, his heated gaze has never left my body once since
the moment I made my way to him a while ago, but I need
more than that from my mate today. Pretty soon we’ll be in
Russia and...and I don’t want to think about what’s going to
happen there.
I think it’s a long time later when he finally pulls back. His
hand cradles the back of my neck as he rests his forehead
against mine. His other hand is still resting on the bare skin of
my back underneath my sweater.
“But you need your sleep.” I know he’d been surviving without
me for so long, but I don’t want him to suffer like that again
now that he has me.
I place my bag on the seat, unroll the bath mat by my feet and
proceed to take a quick shower.
A few minutes later he steps out from the back in his full
uniform. This time with a black royal army trench coat with
brown fur lapel collars. He somehow looks bigger and more
formidable. His hands are in tan leather gloves. His fair blond
hair is sleeked and covered by an army hat. His handsome face
is a mask of indifference, a beautiful cold chiseled perfection
carved out of a marble. Aloof and unreadable. He looks so
handsome yet like a stranger. No longer my Darius.
He sits in a seat at the front on the other side of the aisle from
mine as we prepare for landing.
As I feel the wheel hitting the ground, I tear my gaze away from
him and look straight ahead. I take a deep breath and focus on
building a wall around my feelings. I will keep everything in.
I’m doing this for my mate, my pack mates, and myself. Our
safety and our lives may depend on it. I feel Genesis covering
my hand with hers. She gives my hand a gentle squeeze. I
return her squeeze and keep my face a stony unreadable mask.
He’s right here in front of me, yet I’m missing him already.
Oh, grow a pair, Penny! It’s not like we’re not going to see each
other again. We’ll be crossing paths. We just need to pretend
like we’re acquaintances instead of mates. That’s all. Yup!
That’s all...easy peasy.
It’s already dark in Russia. Light fluffy white flakes are slowly
drifting down from the sky. The ground is already covered with
a light dusting of the snow.
I can see that we’re not at a regular airport. It looks like we’re
at an air force base somewhere.
I try so hard not to turn around to catch the last glimpse of him
before we get in the gleaming black car. It’s so hard though. It
feels like a piece of me is already missing. As soon as the car
door is closed behind us, I look back but he and his men are no
longer there.
There are several black cars and SUVs in front and behind us.
They are our security detail. I know he must be in one of those
cars.
I’m quite used to having royal motorcade while we’re here, but
we usually only have two or three cars with us, never this
many.
I turn to look at the prince beside me. He’s sitting back, looking
bored and unconcerned though our hands are intertwined.
Now I notice how tightly I’m gripping his gloved hand. I
quickly let go of his hand and sit back, trying to relax.
The car moves and as soon as I feel like my limbs are starting
to relax a bit, Caspian takes out a handkerchief from the inside
pocket of his jacket.
He proceeds to rub the little silk cloth it all over my face and
my arms. “What are you doing???” I shriek while trying to
scoot away from him, which is not very far since we’re trapped
in the limo. Genesis, Constantine, and Serena start laughing,
while Lazarus is looking outside the car, smirking.
Oh, gosh, the torture has just begun. I think his royal highness
is looking way too happy to be doing this. I suspect this is a
payback for messing with him the other day...or the day before
that..or the week before that.
“Now what are you doing?” I almost yell at him as he pulls out
my used undies from my tote bag.
“Trying to get your scent all over me,” he answers with a big
naughty grin.
Not until we’re almost there that I realize what he’s doing. In
his sick twisted way, Caspian is getting my mind off Darius. For
the length of the drive, I almost forgot to be sad about not
being with Darius. Caspian is doing well. Only too well. Good
thing I haven’t kick him in the nuts.
This part of the palace is always left empty unless there are
huge celebrations or parties being held and they need to use
the rooms to house royal guests and dignitaries.
“Why did you ask for a burger when you really want a Philly
cheesesteak?” I ask him as I drag my plate of food closer and
place my arms around it, effectively and protectively caging in
my Philly cheesesteak and fries.
It looks a bit different from the last time I saw it almost five
months ago. The color scheme is different. The red, gold, black
and cream are now replaced with black, white, grey, teal blue,
and silver. The heavy window coverings and wall art are new.
There are now new grey chairs and a sofa facing a curved big
screen tv that dominates the wall in the seating area. I venture
further to the spiral wooden stairway which is also new, along
with the black wrought iron railing that runs along the stairs
and all around the opening of the second level.
“Wait! You destroyed your room after another big fight with
the Queen, didn’t you?”
“It’s funny how you destroyed everything else but left your
precious books unharmed.”
Row after row of books covers an entire wall, from the first
level all the way to the second level. There is a black wooden
ladder with small wheels, that is attached to the bookcase.
These books are precious indeed. Most are first editions, a lot
are hundreds of years old and some are even handwritten.
“What’s that?” I ask him, eyeing the clear green liquid in the
crystal glass.
“Oh, Beany...“he shakes his head with a sigh and a slight smile.
His eyes narrow as he studies me for a while.
His lips stretch into a wicked grin. “Don’t you think you
should’ve asked first before you down the whole thing?”
“It must have gone bad. It tasted awful and it’s not working. I
don’t feel any different.”
“You won’t be bored for too long,” he sings. Pretty soon, the
music fills the air.
“What are you? Five?” I ask him even though I don’t mind the
music. Sometimes I don’t even understand why I have the need
to infuriate the Prince without any reason at all.
“How very nice of you to give up your bed and sleep on the
couch for me,” I yell at him from the railing. “Thank you!!!”
“Thank you for giving up your bed for me,” I thank him again.
“Give up my bed? You should know by now that I’m not nice,
Beany.”
“Oh, but you are,” I insist. “that’s why you’re letting me sleep in
this soft, wonderful, totally awesome bed and you’re taking the
sofa.” I spread my arms and legs out like a starfish in the
middle of the bed. I love this bed. I love this bed so much I
could cry!
He climbs up from the railing to flop into the bed next to me.
He pushes my arm and my leg out of the way so that he can lie
down properly. “Tell you what. Why don’t we share the bed?
It’s big enough for the two of us. Hell, it’s big enough for ten
people.”
I’m not giving up the bed for anything, nor am I sharing it with
Caspian. He might kill me in my sleep.
“You don’t want to share the bed with me. I might hog the
blanket,” I tell him. “Or I might kick you out of the bed.” He
just rolls over and pretends not to hear me. He has no idea just
how very much close to the truth that is.
“I might drool all over you when I sleep, or I might kill you
with my morning breath.”
“I’d wear a gas mask,” he says and then adds, “You think that’s
gross? I might wet the bed.”
“Our kids.”
Oh, now he’s crushing my heart. “You don’t like me. Now
you’re mad at me.” My lower lip begins to tremble.
Caspian ducks his head and steps into the stone fireplace,
careful not to go near the fire. His fingers move along the
crevices of the stone and he pushes a slab away. A side panel
opens up. The opening is very narrow allowing only one person
to fit through. I watch him disappears into the opening in
amazement. Wow! A secret door. Cool!!!
“Hey, are you coming, Beany?” he pokes his head out through
the opening.
He sighs, rolls his eyes, grabs my wrist, and pulls me into the
opening with him.
It’s a tunnel! It’s pitch dark until Caspian turns on the
flashlight on his iPhone. We’re in a narrow stone passage that
only allows one person to fit through at a time.
I turn the light off and push the curtains aside. It’s late now but
I’m not feeling tired yet. I know I should get some sleep.
I can see the dark night sky through the big glass windows. I
wonder what Darius is doing now. I wonder where he is. Is he
thinking about me? Is he missing me like the way I’m missing
him? He’d better not be entertaining himself with any of those
beautiful lycan women...or else.
Imagining him with other women makes my blood boils. The
more I think about it, the angrier I get. I sit up and pound my
pillow a few times before dropping my head back into it. Gah!
I’m going nuts. My mind is driving me nuts. If he’s here right
now, I’m kicking him in the nuts. I really should stop thinking
about nuts. Now I hate nuts.
“Exactly like in the olden days,” Caspian agrees. “It’s safer this
way. There’s no electronic trail anybody can uncover or trace.
Just burn the letter after you’re done reading.”
Missing you,
-D
“We’re a very small pack, but we have each other’s back,” says
Caspian with a determined set to his jaw. I guess this is our pep
talk.
“You got here rather close to the day of the celebration. I was
beginning to think that you’re not going to show,” says Queen
Sophia. Her green eyes, quite similar to Caspian’s flash angrily.
These two can’t be in the same room for five seconds before
they start at each other’s throat. This is not a good start.
It’s a bad start the very moment we entered the state dining
room, actually. Lady Celeste is here. She is seated next to where
Caspian is supposed to sit. Caspian barely acknowledges her,
instead, he tightens his hold on my hand and drags me to sit at
the other end of the table.
King Alexandros has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
Apart from the eye color, Constantine looks more like the king
than Caspian does.
Queen Sophia’s eyes flit to our joined hands. She had noticed
our linked hands since we first entered the room and has been
looking at us with a watchful expression since. I’m sure they
can sense that I’m a lycan now.
“Caspian, your outfit will match Lady Celeste’s dress for the
party tomorrow night,” says the queen. Lady Celeste brightens
up for the first time since we got here. She had been pouting,
though I doubt anybody really noticed, especially Caspian.
I sometimes feel sorry for the poor woman. Caspian can be very
rude and cold when he wants to. A total royal brat. Most of the
time he mainly ignores Lady Celeste who acts like a puppy,
following him around and ever so willing to do anything he
tells her to do.
Queen Sophia looked like she would’ve preferred to kill me on the spot....or have me dipped in
cow dung and left out to die a slow death in one of those cages on top of a cliff....all shrivel up
and gory-looking.
Queen Sophia told Caspian to go and apologize to Lady Celeste for making her wait for him for
decades then he went and mark someone else. Caspian, of course, refused to do so. He said that
none of it was his fault since he never asked Lady Celeste to wait for him in the first place. If it’s
anyone’s fault, it would be Queen Sophia’s for giving Lady Celeste false hope by promising the
girl something that wasn’t hers to give.
The quarrel ended with Queen Sophia leaving the table to pacify Lady Celeste herself, but not
before shooting me a furious glare. Not many people scare me, but I almost slink underneath the
table from her glare. She has that powerful aura of a lycan Queen. I was so proud of myself for
not slinking underneath the table, turning all neon yellow. Yellow being a cowardy color in my
mind.
I feel bad for Lady Celeste....well, sort of....okay, not really. Told you I’m no angel.
I do, however, feel bad about having to lie about being Caspian’s mate, especially to the King
and the Queen. I’m very sure this is a punishable crime. A treason. How else are we going to
explain the reason I became a lycan though? A werewolf and a human only become a lycan after
being mated to one and we can’t let our enemies know that I’m Darius’s mate. Oh, the web of
lies we weave!
I wonder if they would stick me to rot in the dungeon somewhere underneath the palace after
they discover our lies. They will discover our lies. Of that, I’m sure. I swear, I’m not a slammer
material. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the dungeon.
I finished breakfast very quickly and I was never so relieved to be out of that dining room before.
My relief was short lived. Queen Sophia’s messenger came to inform me that she’s expecting me
for the dress fitting.
Serena and Genesis wanted to join me, but Queen Sophia already scheduled a painting workshop
with a famous painter, Alexei Plutenko for Genesis and Serena was to give an introduction music
lesson to werewolf children from a nearby village. I suspected that it was intentionally and
calculatingly done.
Which explains why I’m standing here right now, staring out the window while half-heartedly
listening to the fashion designer, Florian Gaultier, explaining his vision for my dress to Queen
Sophia. One of his assistants, in the meantime, is busy taking my measurement while another one
is typing it down and taking notes on her tablet.
Queen Sophia has been polite, yet cold and distant. Intimidating power radiating off her like tidal
waves. Remembering what Darius told me to do, I hold my head high and keep my feelings
closely and tightly hidden. I’m a fighter darn it!
I keep staring out the window longingly as Florian keeps talking to the queen, showing her
swatches of fabrics of different colors and materials.
From this window, I can see out on the street where people are celebrating. Werewolves from
nearby villages and also those from far and wide travel here just to attend the celebration. Street
buskers are performing. People are dancing in the street. Colorful banners and flags are waving
around the road and the palace ground. Tents are set up around the designated camping grounds.
The cold weather isn’t a deterrent to creatures like werewolves and lycans.
None of them are allowed to pass the Palace gate. A lot of them try to get as close as possible to
the Palace’s ground. Many people are standing by the gate in the hope of getting a glimpse of the
Royal family. Security is increased around and inside the Palace. If only they knew that I’m in
the palace imagining myself running out of the place like a prison break at this moment.
“She is gorgeous, Your Majesty. Creating a dress for your son’s mate is a pleasure. It will be
beautiful. The prince will be pleased,” says Florian, breaking through my daydream. Yeah, keep
talking like I wasn’t here.
“Yes. Yes, of course,” says Queen Sophia and I almost wince. Not an ounce of warmth in her
voice. Argghh...the lies! I just want to jump out the window and keep running.
It’s only been a few hours since Caspian announced our mating to the king and the queen, but it
seems like quite a lot of people knows about it already.
“Well, that settles it then,” says Queen Sophia, finally. She turns to me and says, “We’re done
here. I will see you this evening for dinner.” Just like that, I’m being dismissed. I don’t even
have a clue what color my dress for tomorrow night is going to be.
Well, good! Being dismissed is good. I’m not going to argue with that. The longer I stand here,
the antsier I get, and more pissed off....not to mention exhausted.
The main part of the palace is bustling with workers and servants getting the place ready for the
big celebration tomorrow night. I walk back to our section in the left wing with two guards on
either side of me through the flurries of activity.
As soon as I enter Caspian’s bedchamber, I make a beeline straight to his massive and
comfortable bed on the second floor. I flop myself onto the bed and stay lying face down on it
like a dead duck. I’m too tired to even walk through that tunnel to get to the other room. I’m
going to have to explore the tunnel some other time.
“What are you doing, Beany?” I feel the bed dipped beside me.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I ask him back. My voice is muffled by the soft bedding. “I’m
tired. Being with your mother sucked the energy out of me,” I add, turning my face to look at
Caspian. “No offense, but your mother sucks.”
“No offense taken. She is sucky. My mother is a life force and energy sucking vampire. I’m
sorry you have to deal with her alone this afternoon.”
I shrug my shoulders. My mind wanders to think about my mate. I miss him. Then my mind
wanders to Quincy. She would have to deal with the queen for real one day.
“I feel sorry for her. Do you miss her?” By “her” I don’t mean Queen Sophia. I’m glad I’m not
Quincy.
“I miss Darius too.” I think we’re both feeling sorry for ourselves now.
“This sucks,” he says and I agree with him.
“This suuucks!!!!!”
The door to his bedchamber opens with a loud bang. Four puzzled, anxious faces are staring up
at the two of us.
“Hey, what’s up?” asks Caspian smiling innocently as the four of them jump up to the second
floor.
“We thought you two were killing each other,” says Constantine with a frown. He’s holding onto
the railing now.
“I should’ve known better than to allow you two in the same room together even for a minute,”
adds Lazarus.
“Hey! We’re still alive,” I protest. That should count for something, right?
“I bet she wishes that she was doing it with us,” Caspian mock whispers in my ear and I nod in
agreement. Knowing Genesis, I bet she does.
Genesis just rolls her eyes. “We were surprised the two of you made it out alive this morning,”
she announces before she starts pulling me to my feet. “You! Go get ready.”
“But the party is tomorrow night! We’re just having regular dinner tonight,” I protest.
“A lot of people are joining us for dinner tonight,” explains Serena as she and Genesis drag me
out of Caspian’s bedchamber, and into another room right next to it.
“I’m not sure I like it that the two of them are working together now,” I hear Constantine talking
to Lazarus. I think he’s referring to Caspian and me.
Three women are waiting for us there. Apparently, these women will be assisting me to get
dressed from now on. It seems that I can’t dress myself anymore even just for a simple dinner
since I am now mated to the crown prince.
These people are too much. I’m glad they still let me chew my own food.
It seems that I have to get ready in this room since the prince won’t allow strangers into his
room. The room is filled with racks upon racks of dresses and shoes my size. Makeup and beauty
products are set up nicely on the big vanity in front of me.
“Now go take a bath,” instructs Genesis as she leads me to the ensuite bathroom. She’s so bossy.
“I have to go to go get ready. I’ll see you soon!” she sings as she leaves me in the hand of the
three she-wolves. Serena stops to give some instructions to the three women before she leaves as
well.
Three freaking hours, tons of swearing, and countless of threats of violence from me later, I’m
ready. I step out proudly, feeling quite fabulous in my long burgundy sheath dress. It is floor
length and has a scooped neckline. The silky material hugs my body like a second skin. When I
take a step forward, the side slit opens all the way up to my upper thigh. I have nude high heels
on and my shiny hair is in loose curls cascading down my back down to my waist.
Genesis, Serena, Caspian, Constantine, and Lazarus are waiting for me in the seating area just
outside the door.
Caspian lets out a howl as soon as I step out of the room. “My mate is hot!” he says with a wink
and a big wicked smile.
The rest of them agree but they all look stunning. The men are looking amazing in their suit.
Genesis and Serena are looking breathtaking in their long evening gown. To be honest, I feel
rather drab next to their striking appearances.
They smile at me approvingly until their gazes land on the three women who step out just behind
me. Their eyes widen and their jaws drop before they start to struggle to hold in their laughter.
“Oh, Penny...what are we going to do with you?” says Serena shaking her head.
Okay, so admittedly my three lady’s maids are looking rather haggard right now. They are lucky
I didn’t punch any of them in the face. I don’t have much patience with people touching,
scrubbing, and waxing me.
Genesis was right when she said that there are a lot of people joining us for dinner tonight.
Dinner is held at the state dining hall. The long formal dining table is full.
One of King Alexandros’s two brothers is here. His other brother, Constantine’s father, sent his
apologies for not being able to be here for the celebration this year. There are a few other royal
family members as well as the highest ranking ministers and Royal army officers present.
We arrive just on time, allowing the six of us no time to mingle at all before dinner. We take our
seat after the royal couple sits.
Before we start, King Alexander stands up and addresses the whole room.
“I want to thank you all for being here to celebrate mine and my mate’s marking anniversary this
year. However, I’m standing here this evening to make another announcement,” he says. “Get
up, son,” he says to Caspian.
Caspian stands and pulls me up with him. My heartbeat spikes in my chest and my stomach flips.
My eyes I spot Darius sitting not far away immediately.
“I know this is sudden and unexpected, but we are happy to announce that our only son, the
crown prince, Prince Caspian Nikolai Alexandrovich Romanov has finally claimed his mate,
Persephone Aspen Ruiz.”
I hear gasps, then people clapping. My eyes glued to Darius the whole time. His expression
betrays no feeling. I feel Caspian squeezing my hand and I look up to him brushing the back of
my hand against his lips.
I put up a tight barricade around my own emotions and smile up at him. I don’t remember much
of what is being said after that. A few moments later I find myself sitting down again.
King Alexandros is sitting at the head of the table with Queen Sophia on his left. Caspian is
seated on his right and I’m right next to him. Genesis is seated right next to me with Constantine
beside her. Lazarus and Serena are seated on the other side of the table along with other officers.
My eyes seek Darius who is sitting next to Lazarus again. He’s looking gorgeous in his suit and
tie. His lustrous light blond hair is swept back and his glacier blue eyes coldly sweep the room.
Our eyes meet once again but there is no expression on his face.
My gaze slides to his beautiful dinner companion. A stunning lycan woman with shoulder length
light brown hair and amber eyes. Her strapless red evening dress follows the curves of her body
perfectly. She is flawless. I see her hands intimately clutching his arm. I know he has to do this,
and I try to contain my feelings but I can’t help feeling my chest burns with jealousy.
I feel Caspian tightening his hand on mine. A warning for me to control my feelings.
“Okay, darling?” he asks me loud enough that his uncle’s companion who is seated not far from
us nods approvingly and whispers to his uncle how sweet we both are together.
My eyes suddenly catch the sight of a man further down the table and I breathe in a sharp intake
of breath. He looks a lot like Darius. The similarity is unbelievable. Same light blond hair, same
facial features, and almost the same tall build. They could be brothers or maybe twins, but then I
remember Darius told me that he’s an only child.
I can’t keep my eyes off of him and he’s watching me with a slight mocking smile. Even that
smile looks a lot like Darius’s. As I keep watching him, his smile grows into a smug cocky one.
It’s a smile of a man who knows how attractive he is.
No, I don’t feel the same pull towards him as I feel for Darius, but right now I can’t stop staring
at him.
Caspian squeezes my hand and leans in. “Careful there, my love. I’m a jealous man. If you don’t
watch yourself, I might start to think that you prefer some other man rather than me,” he
whispers.
“Nonsense, my snookums. You know you’re the only one for me.”
“Ahhh..good to know, my cuddle bug,” he replies. In a lower whisper, he adds, “I thought you
might want to know that the man you’re staring at is Æmelius, Darius’s cousin and the woman
sitting next to him is his mother, Darius’s aunt, Katya.”
Now I remember Darius mentioned something about his cousin and aunt once. His aunt, Katya
doesn’t look a day over 30. Her blond hair is shiny and perfectly done in a low twisted bun. Her
sharp blue eyes are studying me.
“Thank you for telling me, my little monkey. I’ve been wondering about that,” I whisper back
and I hear him snickers and huff the word “little monkey” under his breath.
“I have to admit, though, Pookie...I’m not a very big fan of the old broad,” he says. Pookie???
Katya is beautiful and looks nothing like an old broad. Just the way Caspian says it and the word
“Pookie” makes me burst out laughing and soon he’s laughing right along with me.
“Beside them is Lord Volkov and his companion, Lyuba. I swear, every year, for the past ten
years or so he’s been bringing a different woman as his date to the palace but for some reason,
their name is always Lyuba.”
“Kinda like a pet goldfish?” I ask him. “You flush a dead one down the toilet and keep buying a
new one and keep naming them Goldie?” We burst into another fit of laughter. We try to keep
our laughter quiet, but it still draws attention from people around us.
“That or he has a Lyuba fetish,” he says and that makes us laugh harder...I almost snort. I see
Queen Sophia raises an eyebrow delicately our way. I am so not a princess material and Caspian
just doesn’t give a damn about what people think of him.
Genesis nudges me discreetly underneath the table. “You’re going to make me lose my poise and
decorum,” she whispers daintily.
Pffttt...Genesis losing her poise and decorum? I think she just had her etiquette lesson this
afternoon after the painting workshop. I’m itching to tell her that she never has them to begin
with. The event is so bland, I can see that she’s dying to join us gossiping.
Though Caspian and Genesis keep me occupied throughout dinner, I still can’t help from
glancing at Darius and his date once in a while. Just the way she keeps touching his hand or the
way she sometimes rubs her hand over his arm suggestively makes me growl lowly and feel like
ripping her arms off the sockets. The only thing that keeps me from doing so is the thought of the
danger from the result of blowing our cover.
I can feel his attention on me, though. I can feel the heat of his eyes on me from time to time. I
know he’s very aware of my presence even when some other woman is hanging onto his arm.
That doesn’t stop me from feeling hurt.
The torture doesn’t end even after the nine-course dinner is over. We are invited to an adjacent
room where butlers and maids carry trays offering liqueurs and coffee. I use the term “invited”
rather loosely here because being invited suggests that you have a choice to turn it down. Well, if
it’s up to me I would rather go back to our wing and punch and kick something right now.
It seems like everybody wants to talk to us. I think Lord Volkov’s date, Lyuba the 10th or
something is flirting with Caspian. She raises her hands up to brush the lapels of his suit. She’s
standing so close to him that her almost bare chest is nearly pressed up against his chest and I’m
standing right here!
I can’t believe some of these lycan royalties and nobilities. I discovered tonight that they still flirt
with mated men or women...and right in front of their supposed mates too! Why didn’t I notice
this before?
The crown prince just watches her with amusement. One of his eyebrows is raised elegantly and
that reminds me so much of Queen Sophia. I’m quite sure that before he met Quincy, the player
prince would have taken her up on her offer. Lyuba is a very beautiful lycan woman.
I put my hand to my lips and cough, “Goldie”. Caspian’s lips twitch and suddenly he’s fighting
to keep his composure. I know he will get me for this later.
“Your Highness,” says an unfamiliar voice. I look around to see Katya and her son Æmelius
standing beside us.
“Congratulations,” says both, mother and son. Up close, I can see the difference between him
and Darius. For one, his eyes are deep dark brown with gold specks in them instead of glacier
blue like Darius.
True, both of them are gorgeous, like blond Nordic gods, but Æmelius is flaunting his good
looks. He’s even cocky about it. That shows in the way he carries himself and that what makes
them different.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, princess,” drawls Æmelius, interrupting my thoughts. He takes my
hand and raises it to his lips. That is a very ballsy thing for him to do since you don’t take a
royalty’s hand unless it is offered to you. “You are very lucky, Your Highness, to have found
such a beautiful mate.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“Yes, aren’t I?” says Caspian haughtily, pulling me closer to his side. “Ahh...did I tell you, my
darling, that Prince Constantine wishes to talk with us before we retire?”
Huh? I think my head is reeling. Sure enough, though, Constantine and Genesis are heading our
way, so are Serena, Lazarus, my mate, Darius...and his date.
His face is still unreadable and I can’t sense any feelings at all
from him, but his eyes sweep over me from head to toe.
Something flickers in his eyes as his gaze lingers on the
expanse of my leg exposed through the long slit of my gown.
His date nudges him uneasily and all he says is, “Newly
mated....I’m sure you can’t wait to be alone with your mate.” All
the while keeping my hand in his. His words hold a double
meaning.
“Oh, didn’t I?” he asks tightly. “Yes, well...we’re close. Very very
close,” he says slowly and very deliberately. His eyes are
locking mine in place. “So now you know.”
I don’t miss the stiffening of his body and jaw. “I have to take
Désiré home,” Darius says with that same cold look on his face
again.
I watch Darius guides Désiré away with his hand on her back.
They look like a couple. Ughhh...right now I want to physically
hurt him!
We take our leave and Constantine waves away the guards who
are supposed to accompany us back to our wing. The six of us
don’t need guards.
I’m getting tired and irritated. Being royalty doesn’t suit me.
Everybody seems to want to get close to us. The very same
people who looked down on me when I was still a werewolf are
now kissing my *ss. Being mated to a royalty means everybody
wants to be your best friend. Too many fake people. It’s hard to
tell when people are being genuine.
It’s a relief when we finally reach our own private section of the
palace. We’re just among ourselves now.
Caspian just ignores them and pours the mixture into the seven
glasses.
Caspian opens his mouth to tell the story and I lift up a hand to
stop him. “Shut it,” I tell him as I lift the glass to my lips.
I don’t know what the prince put in the drink, but it’s very
good. It’s smooth, delicious, and warm as it goes down my
throat.
“Oh, good! You’ve got his killer,” exclaims Genesis. “Then we’ll
know who’s involved right?”
“That’s true, but we’re hoping to get more specific than that,”
answers my mate. “That’s where we hit the roadblock.”
“Well, then...I bade you all goodnight,” says Darius though he’s
looking at me with that expression that warns me he’s not done
with me just yet.
The prince is sprawled on the chair with his feet on one of the
Ottomans, still nursing his drink. The song Sadeness by
Enigma is echoing through the room. “Yeah, have a
good...uh..sleep, beany,” he says, sounding very amused. He is
so infuriating. Everything and everybody is pissing me off right
now. I feel like kicking something. Too bad kicking the wall of
the tunnel that leads me to my room isn’t such a good idea.
His scent reaches my nose even before I step out of the tunnel
and into the room through the little opening. Somehow I
suspected that he would be waiting for me. He wouldn’t let me
get away with the way I acted with him tonight.
The light is off, but I can still see him standing by the window
clearly. The moon casts a pale silvery glow over his broad
shoulders and the outline of his magnificent body. His hair
glows and appears white, almost silver in the moonlight. He’s
staring out the window like he’s not even aware that I’m here.
I stand there silently for a few seconds, taking in his beautiful
form against the inky night sky. This man makes my heart
beats faster, my stomach to be filled with a thousand fluttering
butterflies, and my emotions to swing all over the place,
uncontrollably, just by being in the same room with me.
I push the armoire back into place to close the small opening,
then reach over to flip the switch. The room immediately floods
with light.
He turns slowly to look at me. His tie is gone. A few more top
buttons of his shirt is undone to show his smooth muscled
pecs. His pale blue gaze is regarding me possessively, boldly
roaming all over my body like he has all the right in the world.
“What about you? Did you dress like that for me or was it for
all those other men who couldn’t take their eyes off of you
tonight?”
What? “NO!”
“Isn’t it too late for that, sweetheart? I’ve already marked and
claimed you mine. For life,” he reminds me. “Now take it off
before I rip it off you.”
“Very well.” His dark eyes gleamed dangerously. I’m not sure if
it’s excitement and lust or anger that I see in his gaze as he
stalks closer to me like he’s stalking his prey.
I place my hands on his chest, trying to push him back, but he’s
unmovable. If anything he leans in closer until my hands are
trapped between our bodies. He moves one hand so that it’s
fully gripping my hair and with that, he tilts my head back until
my neck is totally exposed to him.
I grip his neck tightly and he just let me. His eyes gleaming,
watching me through lowered eyelids, breathing hard, his
nostrils flare. I tighten my grip on his neck further and his face
reddens, but he just stands there, making no effort to stop me.
I can do whatever I want with him. If I want to kill him right
now, he’ll just let me. Well, fuck that!
I grip the opening of his expensive dress shirt and pull it apart.
All the way through and throw the offensive fabric on the floor.
I hate that smell! Then I launch myself at him, grabbing the
back of his neck and claim his lips with mine. He responds
immediately. Kissing me back with the same urgency and
hunger, making me shudder with pleasure. Our mouths
moving together, our tongues sliding against one another. His
hands grabbing my butt and my waist tightly, pulling my body
flush against him. I wrap my leg around his hips, straining to
get closer.
Shudders run through him as I run my hands all over the dips,
curves, and ridges of his muscled body. I bite his bottom lip
punishingly and hear a low moaning sound coming from him.
Vaguely I’m aware of him picking me up and placing me on the
bed. He pushes my legs apart and his weight settles in between
them without even breaking the kiss. His mouth leaves my lips
to worship my body with kisses, gentle bites and little sucks
and licks. I sink my fingers into his silky fair hair and grip it
hard as I guide him to where I want his mouth to be on my
body. I’m on fire. My whole body is on fire for him.
“No, that was an angry sex. In case you didn’t notice, I took whatever I wanted from you.”
“Okay,” he says slowly. A strange expression crosses his handsome face. “That was
ummm..wow. Just wow. That never happened to me before.” He grows silent for a while before
his firm lips curl up just a tiny bit and he says, “I’m feeling so...used.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining about it a while ago,” I reply, pulling the sheet up to my chest.
Indeed I took what I wanted. I was pissed. I took control and he let me. I did whatever I wanted
to do to him. Finally, I took him in my mouth, and before he found his relief, I pinned him down
and rode him. Hard. I’m surprised the bed is still standing.
Making love with him is always intense because of the shared bond. We let our feelings go. To
feel his fierce hunger for me on top of my own is incredible. What we just had shared a while
ago felt a bit different, though. We unleash passion and anger.
Lying here in the four poster bed full of white lace and frills with mountains of pillows behind
him, he still manages to look very masculine. He looks relaxed with his head resting on top of his
hands. The muscles of his folded arms bulge. His hard pecs, imposing abs and the deep v are on
display. The black thin chain is around his neck and the medallion sits on his chest. The pure
Egyptian cotton sheet sits low over his hips, barely covering his impressive length.
“Oh, I’m not complaining now. That was very hot, actually. As long as you’re using me and only
me, I’m good with it,” he replies. “By the way, feel free to use me anytime you want.”
Despite his relaxed demeanor, I sense his anger still bleeding through our connection.
He removes his hands from underneath his head and angles his body to be facing me even more,
not at all caring that the sheet has slipped even further down. “I have to warn you, though...don’t
dish out what you can’t serve.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask him warily. I’m not trusting where this is going.
He places both hands on either side of me, caging me in. “That means, my little mate,” he
whispers against my collarbone. “Since you have the privilege to use me, I have the same
privilege.... anytime I want.”
“I don’t think so,” I try to growl out but that doesn’t come out the way I wanted it to. That
sounds kinda husky and sexy. I blame his mouth on my neck. “I’m still pissed,” I inform him
breathlessly.
“Why are you pissed?” I push him off even though what his mouth is doing to me feels terribly
good.
He groans like I just took his toy away from him. His eyebrows turn down into a moody frown.
“Why do you think?” he asks me. “Why are YOU pissed? Wait, it’s that woman, isn’t it?” Yeah,
his date! That was no woman. She was an octopus! Seriously!
“No, Einstein! Because there’s a red and green polka dotted elephant standing in the middle of
this room. Because that old man in the bright red pajamas brought me a lump of coal instead of a
pony. Because I just discovered that chickens are now endangered species. Because fries
factory...”
“Okay, I get it, but you know I have to do that. The plans are to throw people off the scent of our
bond and feelings for each other by being with others. We agreed to it so nobody would suspect
anything.”
“Yeah, I know we agreed to it...but did she have to be all octopus-like on you? Her hands were
everywhere!” I snap. “I bet you liked it too,” I can’t resist adding.
“And you’re alone for half an hour with that woman...Ms. Octopus hands, Mary, Susan, or
what’s her face, doing god knows what.”
“No, I wasn’t alone with her for half an hour doing god knows what as you put it. I had to deal
with my men and had a quick meeting with my informant. I ditched her and her octopus’s hands
as soon as we got out of that reception hall. I got one of my officers to send her home.”
“Have you gone out with Ms. Octopus hands before tonight?” I demand to know.
“No, never, nor do I ever want to see her again. She’s my comrade’s cousin. Claude kept pushing
me to go out with her for a while now. I thought it’d save me the time from finding a random
woman. I didn’t know she’s going to be that way.”
“She calls everyone darling,” he grits out. “Do you honestly think I want to have anything to do
with other women? That I want her hands anywhere near me? Don’t you get it? I’m obsessed
with you, woman! Being with you is all I can think about,” he says, almost yelling now.
“What about you? You called Caspian darling...and a whole bunch of other sickly cutesy names.
All those whisperings and giggling. Made me feel sick as fvck!” he exclaims. “I missed you and
all I wanted to do was to touch you and just be with you. All night I watched all those men
looking at you and wanting what’s mine. All night I’d been fighting with my lycan from taking
over and rip their heads off. All of them.
“I wanted to tell the world that you’re mine, yet I had to sit there and listen to the King
announcing that you’re mated to the crown prince. You are my mate! My mate!” he growls,
jabbing a finger to his chest.
He looks away and grows silent after the outburst. His chest is rising and falling and his jaw is
tense. His hands are now gripping the sheet. I can hear his thundering heartbeat. He’s still
agitated and angry.
I was so focused on my own jealousy that I didn’t realize how it is from his end.
“I know we agreed to do this, but this is harder than I thought,” he says quietly, looking down at
the bunched up sheet in his hand. “I want you safe and I’m trying not to be jealous. I really am.”
I slowly crawl up to sit on his lap, straddling him and he raises his head to look at me.
I thread my fingers through his hair while my other hand caresses his cheek. I can feel the
beginning of the stubble against the palm of my hand. He closes his eyes, rests his head on my
shoulder, and takes a deep shuddering breath.
“I know you are. So am I. My brain is telling me one thing, but my heart is telling me something
else. My lycan is possessive of you,” I tell him. Well, so am I, but there’s no need to tell him
that.
“I know.” His arms slide around my back and he gathers me closer to him, burying his face in
my hair. “In my head, I know you and the prince are like siblings. I trust my pack and you, but
my lycan and my heart can’t stand others claiming and touching you. The only person that ever
belongs to me. You are MY mate.”
“Well, my heart and my lycan can’t stand that woman’s hand all over what’s mine! My mate.
Mine!” I whisper fiercely, gripping his glossy fair hair tighter. I sense that my outburst makes
him feels lighter and happier. I can sense it through our bond. I love it when we don’t have to
hide our feelings like this.
He nuzzles the side of my face and drops a kiss my cheek. “We can’t go on like this, baby,” he
says. “Especially tomorrow night. We’re going to blow it. Neither of us can deal with our
feelings and possessiveness when it comes to each other.”
He’s right. We’re both very possessive but we can’t blow it. We have to make this work.
“Would it help if....” I whisper slowly half to myself, thinking. “...we have our own secret code
or signs...just for each other when we’re among other people. Like when I touch your mark just
over my heart like this,” I say as I put my hand over his bitemark on my chest. “That means, I
have you on my mind and for you to remember that I’m all yours.”
“I like that,” he says. His lips curl up into a smile. I love making him smile. He has a beautiful
sexy smile. He rarely smiles when we’re out there among other people. “I would be walking
around all night tonight with my hand over the mark.”
“That’s another first. Nobody ever accused me of being a charmer.” He kisses my cheek and
caresses my hair. “Or when I touch my nose like this, it means I want to rip the head off the guy
who’s talking or staring at you,” he adds. See? My mate is such a charmer.
“Oh, such sweet romantic things you say, Mi amor,” I whisper back. “Or when I touch my ear
like this, it means I want to rip your clothes right off you and have my wicked ways with you,” I
tease him, biting and tugging the shell of his ear with my teeth.
His smile grows wider, showing his straight white teeth with those prominent canines. His
glacier blue eyes glinted mischievously. “Speaking of which...I believe it’s my turn to have my
wicked ways with you, my naughty little mate.” Suddenly I’m being flipped to be lying on the
bed. My wrists are captured and forced over my head, his body pins mine down against the soft
white lacy and frilly bedding behind me. His sinfully sexy mouth covers mine in a searing,
demanding, and hungry kiss. Uuummm...Oh, yessss!
The subdued early morning light is sneaking in through the sheer white curtains. I smile as I feel
small kisses being pressed along my bare back.
“I have to leave now. You go back to sleep, Malyshka,” he whispers against my skin.
I roll around to face him. “Do you really have to leave now? I pout and trace my fingers over his
chest and up to his neck to play with his silky hair. I run my foot slowly down his leg.
He leans down rests his forehead against mine. “Yes, I do...and you, my little temptress, isn’t
making it easy,” he says. “I promise you when this is all over, we’re going to go away, just the
two of us. We can stay in bed all day and do...whatever.”
His lips curl up into a devilish smile. “Last night...whatever.. was great. I have to thank Caspian
for this arrangement. It’s brilliant.”
Being able to spend my night with my mate is more than what I expected. He’s right, we do have
to thank Caspian for this, though I have a feeling I’m going to be tortured by the prince’s endless
teasing.
“I’m bored!” moans my best friend beside me. We’re currently sitting on a sofa in hers and
Constantine’s bedchamber in front of a big screen tv. We can’t be running freely around the
palace now since it’s full of guests and workers. The security is tight.
Darius left after a quick shower in the ensuite bathroom this morning. He told me that he’s got an
idea on how to make tonight bearable for me even when he has to bring a date. I truly hope that
tonight is going to be better than last night. I don’t want to be ripping some woman’s head off in
the middle of a party.
Constantine, Lazarus, and Caspian seem to be busy with their duties today. Serena has gone for a
morning of pampering with Lazarus’s aunt. Genesis and I politely declined their invitation to
join them.
“Let’s watch Doctor Strange again,” Genesis suggests.
“You’re exaggerating. Ender’s Game?” she asks again. She’s right, I just pick random numbers
out of thin air.
“Forty times,” I announce. “I know what we can do!” I jump up excitedly. “Make sure to bring
your phone with you,” I add, pulling the reluctant Genesis off the sofa. Really, my friend needs
more exercise than just eating and her nightly painting sessions.
We enter Caspian’s bedroom and I lead her right to the fireplace. We’re checking out the tunnel!
We discover that there are two main passages with a few smaller ones that branch out
everywhere. Some of the openings are so small that we have to crawl to go through it. Genesis
absolutely refused to check those ones out. One of the main tunnels leads down the steps and
finally end up in the kitchen’s pantry. Another one leads to the back garden shed where we are
currently standing and arguing in. There are more to discover, but Genesis refuses to go
exploring further. She’s scared of spiders! Gah! Who’s scared of spiders?
“Spiders are scary,” she says. “Besides, we’ve been doing this for an hour. I just want to go
back.”
“So, let me get this straight, you’re a powerful lycan who’s scared of itty-bitty spiders.” I shake
my head in disappointment.
Whatever!
“Your idea of fun sucks, Penny,” she continues as she drags her fingers through her hair to
dislodge some cobwebs. I have to admit, her hair does resemble a cobweb duster. I bet mine does
too.
“I think you look gorgeous with cobwebs in your hair,” I tell her and she glares at me.
Sheesh...some people really can’t get over their fear of the eight-legged creature. “Think of what
a badass monkey ninja you are going to be when you’re able to use these tunnels to creep up on
people.”
That idea seems to appeal to my ninja monkey DNA obsessed best friend, but she still refuses the
explore any further.
When we emerge from the tunnel, Serena is already waiting for us in our drawing room. The
look of horror on her face when she sees the both of us convince me just how bad we look.
“What happened?” asks Serena when she finally manages to find her voice. I have to bite a laugh
when my bedraggled best friend shoots me a glare. She looks like a very grumpy Oscar the
Grouch....with soots on her face and cobwebs in her hair.
Genesis put her hands on her hips and glares at me when I start laughing. Serena bursts out
laughing too after a little while. That’s when the door opens and four figures step in.
Constantine, Caspian, Lazarus, and Darius.
Wait, what? Darius? He can’t see me like this! Suddenly it’s not funny anymore.
Darius gives me a once over and his eyebrows raise, but he doesn’t say anything. His usually
unreadable eyes now seem troubled. Even Caspian seems oblivious to our appearance. He just
drops himself on the nearest chair and put his head in his hands.
“My father wants to hold my coronation ceremony tonight. I’ll be announced King and you, my
queen,” interrupts Caspian looking right at me.
“Okay, this is not funny, guys! It’s not ha ha funny. At all! It’s really REALLY not funny!” I
announce, tugging some cobwebs off my hair. “In fact, this is the opposite of funny.”
Chapter 44 - Things With The Crown
I look back at Caspian, waiting for him to tell us that it’s a joke.
A horrible joke. He just sits there in silence. I bend down, pull a
shoe off my foot and chuck it at his head. My customize Old
Skool Vans sours through the air and hits his forehead before it
lands on the floor with a thud.
“Da. Yes, you’re going to ask him to give you more time,” says
Constantine to Caspian.
They gaze into each other’s eyes for a while before she nods her
head and he turns to look at his cousin, Caspian. “We have your
back, brother. Do what you have to do.”
“Beany, we’ll go face the king together. Let’s go,” says Caspian.
“Wait...what happened to you?” he asks, noticing my
appearance for the first time. Then he does a double take on
Genesis. “Red? You too? What have you two been up to?”
“Yeah, you two look like dirty giant spiderweb dusters. Very
disgusting,” agrees Caspian. “I didn’t know you’re this kinky,
Beany.” he shakes his head. “Sorry, I can’t be seen with you like
this.”
“Penny, it’s not your fault. You know I’d do anything for you.
Who knows, the king might agree to give Caspian more time,”
she says. “Besides, being a queen isn’t the worst thing that
could happen to a girl, is it?” She smiles and wiggles her
eyebrows.
No, it isn’t, but I know Genesis would hate it. Millions of other
women might be dreaming of becoming a queen. My friend
sees it as responsibility instead of power, restrictions instead of
privileges. She wants her freedom and eats the cake too. She
has no desire to change the world.
She’s just like her father, Aaron Fairchild who joined his mate’s
pack even though he was next in line to be the alpha of his
pack. He left his younger brother to take the position, much to
his father’s aggravation.
“Oh, by the way, you’re not off the hook. If I were to become
the queen, you’ll be my right-hand woman along with Serena.”
She flips her cobweb ridden hair sassily before she sashays to
her room.
“You’re beautiful. You look like you’re about to walk down the
runway, Malyshka,” he remarks as he gets up.
“If all else fails, I’m going to grab you and we’ll disappear
together,” he says.
“Maybe,” I reply. “But you know I’ll come back and haunt you
for the rest of your long life if I were to die down there.”
Their eyes widen when they see me. Caspian’s jaw tightens and
his eyes grow a few degrees colder.
I’d like to think that this is a good way to pave a safe pathway
for Caspian and his erasthai when the time comes.
Wait. What? How did he know? Or did I say it out loud? I shoot
him the meanest scowl and hear the snickers and fake coughs
of my pack mates behind me.
I can hear the sound of live music before we reach our private
doors to the ballroom. Two guards are standing by the doors.
The arrival of the King and the Queen are announced not long
after we reached the podium.
The music resumes its original tempo after the royal couple is
seated.
My mate is here. I sense his presence before I see him. I try not
to look around for him or show any reaction, but my back
stiffens and my heartbeat accelerates.
The four of us turn to face them. Eva is hanging onto his arm.
She’s looking radiant in her pale lavender evening gown.
Eva’s eyes are shining brightly while my mate beside her looks
like he’s about ready to murder someone.
“It’s wonderful to see you again, Eva. How have you been?”
says Genesis pulling her into a hug and exchanging air kisses.
Then they start catching up.
I feel, rather than hear the grunts of approval from the other
two neanderthals near us. This time I really roll my eyes. Well,
guess who’s going to be watched very closely tonight.
“Is this the first time you’ve ever attended a party here?” I ask
Eva as we both glide to the dance floor. I don’t stray too far
from my pack and my mate, though. I’m not stupid...well, not
too stupid.
She looks worried. If this gets out, I don't know how much
trouble I'm going to be in. If the king and the queen found out,
I'd probably be rotting in the dungeon seven levels
underground for hundreds of years until I turn into a prune.
I'm already in enough trouble as it is. There are people out to
kill me.
“Yes,” she says firmly. “He’s totally unlike his cool self. He’s
been growling the whole night and I feel like a guard trying to
hold him back from hurting men who even look at you
tonight,” she explains. There’s a glimmer or amusement and
mirth in her eyes. “Please go easy on him.”
I smile and nod my head, assuring her that it’s okay for her to
leave even though I’d rather she stays. Why wouldn’t it be okay,
he’s Darius’s cousin, right?
What secret does he know? Does he know that I’m mated to his
cousin?
His lips lift up at the corners while his eyes are watching me
closely. I've seen that similar smile and that intense gaze from
my mate so many times...it feels strange.
“I know that you’re attracted to my cousin. I’ve watched you
during dinner last night. I didn’t see much reaction from my
cousin, but I’ve got a feeling that it’s not one-sided,” he says.
"With a fiery temper like yours, I doubt you can stay loyal to
your mate for very long when you're attracted to another," he
muses.
“I’m being told I look a lot like my cousin, maybe even better
looking,” he says, lightly touching the side of my face as if he’s
pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. Now I can feel the
heat of Darius’s gaze burning the side of my face and I almost
flinch.
It’s strange that the two cousins look so much alike yet I don’t
feel the pull towards Æmilius that I feel for Darius. In my eyes,
no one is as attractive or as captivating as my mate.
“Æmilius,” says Darius. His firm lips curl up into a tight smile
while his eyes remain icy cold.
“So what else did Æmilius Ivanov say to you?” asks Caspian
quietly in my ear as we spin around slowly on the dance floor.
I pull back and about to scowl at him before I remember that I
have to act like a devoted mate. I smile at him lovingly and tell
him, “See this face? I am actually frowning at you on the
inside.”
“The bastard! You are not going to cheat on me,” hisses the
Prince.
I almost hit him on the back of his head this time. I stop myself
just in time. I use the hand that I raise up to hit him to smooth
the collar of his tuxedo instead. Great, now he forgot that I’m
not really mated to him.
“That would be cheating on Darius, you genius,” I whisper in
his ear. “Not on you!”
You know how people say that serial killers like Jeffrey
Dahmer, Paul John Knowles, or Ted Bundy were charming and
enigmatic? Paul John Knowles was said to be “breathtakingly
gorgeous”. Well, Robert Vitsin, the man who was responsible
for the death of so many people, including Darius’s comrades
and mates is all of those things. I don’t know how old he really
is, but he looks like he’s in his late twenties or early thirties.
His grey eyes are sharp and cunning. His straight dark hair is
fashionably styled. He is good looking, charming, and
charismatic but he makes my skin crawl...or maybe because I
already knew what he is capable of. He’s a cold-blooded killer.
The fact that he’s Polina's father, the woman that Darius tried
to mark as his mate a few months back isn’t helping either.
“I hope not, Vitsin. I’m sure her mate would hate to have
strange men seeing her without him,” replies Darius who
suddenly appears beside me. His tone is playful and he flashes
the man a smile as if to soften the blow of his cutting words.
Robert Vitsin steps back, gives us another little bow and leaves.
That tiny smile never leaves his lips.
“Never let your guard down,” says Lazarus. “The King will be
making an announcement very shortly.”
“My mother used to say that I could make a great king. She said
I have a lot to say,” he explains. “Oh, look full moon! I think it’s
time I return you to Prince Caspian’s side. Did you know that
the moon goddess....”
I tune him out again when I see the dome-like roof over the
platform where the thrones are, opens up to the night sky,
revealing the full moon. King Alexandros stands up and a few
of his ministers step forward.
I realize that Phillipe is still not done talking. This man really
loves the sound of his own voice. I nod as if I’m listening while
I crane my neck in search of Darius, Caspian, and the rest of
my pack mates.
I try to peek out from underneath his body, but all I see is a few
bloody bodies lying close by and a thick cloud of smoke
everywhere. Shards of broken glass and mirrors littering the
floor. The smoke grows thicker as I watch until I can barely see
anything at all. I feel like I’m deaf and blind. The pungent iron
stench of blood and the acrid smell of something burning
permeate the air.
Are they blowing the castle up? Gunshots we can recover from,
but being blown to bits and pieces...that’s not something even a
mighty lycan can survive.
I can’t hear his answer. In fact, I can’t even hear my own voice.
I can’t hear anything. My ears are ringing from the loud blast of
the explosion.
Right now I don’t know much. I don’t know what’s really
happening. I don’t know where my pack mates are. I can’t
think of anything much except that I know my mate is
sheltering me from the shards of glass, the stampede of people
and whatever danger we’re in with his own body.
I shift and angle my body so that I’m facing him. I look up and
we both stare into each other’s eyes. His impeccable hair is now
messy and a few fair locks falling over his eyebrow. He has a
thin cut with a smear of blood across his cheek.
I want to rip his head off. I want to reach in and grab his still-
beating heart in my hand and crush it.
My mate just stands there for a beat before he pulls the trigger.
I have a feeling that he’s not hesitating, merely giving the men
the privilege of knowing what’s coming to them.
“I don’t know and I don’t care, but they can’t have you,” he
answers gruffly. “Malyshka,” he whispers. “Stay close to me.
Whatever you do, don’t let them take you away from me.” He
draws back to look into my eyes. “Promise me.” His own eyes
are now back to icy blue but they are cold and ruthless. I sense
his steely determination and resolve. He’d do anything to keep
me alive.
I cup his cheeks with both hands and rub my thumb across his
skin. “I’ll do whatever I can not to be taken by them if you
promise to stay alive.
“If you dare to get yourself killed, I will personally kill you
myself...again. I swear.” Wait, that doesn’t sound right. I brow
furrows as I start to think things through. “I mean, don’t you
dare die on me. If you die, you know I’m gonna have to go after
whoever killed you. Then I’ll die because they have to kill me
because I won’t stop...and you don’t want that....”
He pulls back to stare down at me. His clear blue eyes are
studying my face as if he’s memorizing it. He traces his finger
gently over my lower lip. The thought of never seeing him again
has me gasping for breath. My heart clenches painfully in my
chest.
“Don’t you dare die on me...because I wouldn’t survive without
you,” I tell him as soon as he removes his finger. “I love you,” I
blurt out.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought that she belongs
to you rather than to the Prince,” he states mockingly. “Or
perhaps the rumor is true...that a high ranking warrior of the
Royal army, a trusted close friend of the Prince covets his mate,
the future queen.” His eyes move slyly between the two of us.
“She’s not going anywhere with you. Touch her and you’re
dead,” hisses my mate fiercely. Intense, menacing anger
emanates from him in strong currents and waves that Vitsin’s
men slightly but noticeably hesitate before taking another step
closer.
I hear the roar and the fighting behind me and I know that my
mate is fighting off the other lycans. My vision is starting to
turn red at the thought of someone trying to hurt my mate. I
want to turn around and help him but the pervy lecherous man
is getting too close.
“I told you we’d meet again, Princess.” His dark sinister smile
widens and his grips on my shoulders tighten.
After I freed myself from Robert Vitsin, another one of his men grabbed me and dragged me
further away from Darius. There were so many of them focusing on us. I managed to get away
from him too but I think he broke my arm and left deep claw marks down my back.
Now, blood is trickling down my heavy gown. My arm is bent gruesomely and pretty much
useless. If any of them attack me now, I know my chances of fighting and getting away again is
very slim even in my lycan form.
Suddenly, two strong hands land on my shoulders and I jump in fright. The feeling of terror,
panic, and helplessness swamp over me. I hate to feel this way. I am not weak, damn it!
“Princess, Commander Rykov's order. You have to come with me,” says a big man in front of
me.
Yeah, right! Like I believe him. I don’t think so. “Over my dead body, you freak!” With that, I
jump and kick him in the nuts. The man howls in pain and crumples in a fetal position on the
floor. Nothing makes a grown man howl like a sissy faster than a swift kick in the balls. Then I
run.
I hear footsteps following behind me. I don’t know if they’re after me or other people running for
safety. I don’t care nor can I see where I’m going. My heart feels like it’s bursting out of my
chest. Darius, I need you!
All of a sudden, I feel a crippling fear. The feeling is so strong that I stumble to my knees. Is it
my mate? I blocked our connection to keep running blindly through the smoke-filled hallway.
Did my mate feel what I was feeling before? Did I distract him fighting our enemy with my fear?
Please be safe.
I push myself to run faster until I reach a steel door at the end of the corridor. I push it open and
find myself standing in an empty kitchen. Smoke fills the air in here too as some parts of the
kitchen are on fire. Broken dishes are everywhere. Pots are still boiling and burning on the stove,
food spilling on the table and the floor. Utter chaos.
Suddenly I know where I’m going. I run to the back and enter the pantry. I drop on my hand and
knees as soon as I hear the door of the kitchen being opened. More footsteps walking around.
I crawl to the spice rack and quickly pour spices all over myself. Then I crawl underneath it,
dragging my broken arm behind me until I find a small opening and slip inside as quietly as I
can. I find myself in the narrow dark tunnel that I was in just this afternoon. I just hope that the
spices, the smell of the burning building and food will be enough to mask my scent from those
people who are looking for me.
My heart is still beating fast. I sit on the cold dirty floor and place my head against the wall,
listening to the muffled voices of men talking. Then I hear their footsteps getting nearer until
they’re in the pantry just on the other side of the wall.
Darius’s POV
This is an all-out attack on the Palace ground. Currently, I’m facing five men. Not an ideal
situation, especially when I’m already injured. A bullet is lodged in my left shoulder. The muscle
is already trying to heal itself and bonding around it. It’s painful and making it hard for me to
move my arm properly.
Persephone! I’ve lost sight of her when I was fighting the two men who are now lying as a pile
of broken limbs on the floor.
My eyes desperately scan my hazy surrounding. I spot Constantine fighting another massive
fighter further down the hall, but no Persephone.
I curse myself for losing sight of her. I know my woman is a fighter but some of these men are
easily twice her size and have been fighting for decades if not centuries.
I’ve blocked our bond all this time, especially throughout the ball so that nobody can sense my
feelings for her and detect our mate bond to each other. I don’t think that matters anymore now.
So, I open my feelings to our bond and feel the myriad of her feelings: anger, anxiousness,
worry... It can be a good thing since I know that she’s still alive.
An arm curled around my neck from behind, almost lifting me off my feet, crushing my
windpipe. I sink my claws into the arm that's choking me and the man roars as he swipes his
sharp claws over my unprotected left ribcage. Blood gushes out of the lacerations. Damn it! I lost
my focus when I was trying to locate my mate. Another man approaches with deadly sharp claws
and teeth drawn, already salivating at the thought of ripping me apart.
I sink my claws further into the arm and swing my legs up towards the man in front of me,
aiming just above his stomach, delivering a swift kick to the liver. He crashes back and I use the
momentum to kick the man behind me with the heels of my feet. That brings us both crashing
down on the floor and I swiftly slide out of his hold.
Through the open bond, I feel my mate’s alarm and terror. It shouts to me like a piercing scream.
Calling for me. My mate needs me. Fear grips me like nothing before. My lycan is in a fury,
clawing to take full control. I let out a growl. I need to find my mate. Now!
With a renewed vengeance, I grab his shoulder and the base of his skull and rip him apart.
I let my fury takes over. My red vision is turning darker as I tear through my enemies. My mate!
My mate needs me.
“Darius!” I almost rip the arm off before his words penetrate my red *haze. “...find Persephone,”
he says. Lazarus.
“Yes, we’re looking for her.” He grips my shoulders firmly when he is sure that I’m not going to
try to shred him to pieces. “Penny needs you to be in control. We need to find her. You need to
control your lycan. Control your lycan now!”
“You need to calm down, Darius. Losing control isn’t going to help us find her,” says
Constantine. His mate, Genesis is standing next to him with red swollen eyes. Serena doesn’t
look any better.
I growl in frustration. Calm down? It’s almost 45 minutes since I last saw my mate. 20 minutes
since the last of our enemy was killed. 5 minutes since they managed to contain the fire. The rest
of the rebels ran off, not being able to sustain the fight for much longer. They lost too many of
their men.
I will not survive without my mate. I need her like I need air to breathe. Without her, my chest is
constricted in the worst pain possible. The longer my mate is missing, the worse it feels. My
vision keeps turning red every few seconds. My rage and my lycan are fighting to take over. I
can’t stand still. I almost killed the doctor who tried to take the bullet out of my shoulder. Now
it’s still lodged in there.
She had closed off her feelings and blocked our bond not long after I sensed her fear. That makes
it hard for me to pinpoint her whereabouts. We have the guards scouring the whole palace and
the palace’s ground looking for her. We ourselves had been searching through the East wing.
We all turn to the doorway as we hear footsteps approaching. “I’m sorry sir, we’re still unable to
locate her,” says Eva. I snarl and close my fingers tightly around the back of a chair to stop
myself from swinging my fist at her. I feel bad when she flinches. I need to control myself.
She was assigned to head the search for my mate around the ballroom area. “We followed her
faint scent into the kitchen. That’s where it ended. We couldn’t get anymore scent.”
That’s it. I’m done waiting around. “Keep searching,” I bark my order at her as I stalk my way to
the door.
“Yes, sir,” she responds and bolts as if her ass was on fire.
“Darius, we need a plan before we go barging in,” says Lazarus, following me closely as I
continue walking out the door. All my pack mates are trailing behind us.
I see his point. Entering the enemy’s lair without a plan is sheer insanity. He is thinking like a
trained army. Something I'm not doing right now, but I need to move or else I’m going into a
rage. Every second away from my mate, my control is slipping. They can see my eyes keep
shifting colors, as are theirs once in a while. They're trying very hard to keep in control. I take a
deep breath, trying to control my raging feelings and reign in my lycan.
“If Robert Vitsin has her we have to move now. I know how Robert Vitsin operates,” I tell them.
I am not waiting for my mate’s body to be delivered in neat little boxes. This is my nightmare
coming true in all my tortured nights. My lycan is clawing to be let out. The only thing that
keeps me rational right now is that I can still feel her soul entwined with mine. She’s still with
me. She is still alive. For now.
“How are we going to approach Vitsin? Are we just going to barge in and attack everything that
moves while looking for her? We need to form a plan,” insists Lazarus.
“Vitsin approached me during the ball,” I announce as we dash down the hall of the East wing
that has not been affected by the blast and the fighting. “He suggested a meeting, just between
me and him. He hinted at an offer that would benefit us both.”
“I don’t think they knew that Beany’s your mate. If they knew, she’d be dead by now," suggests
Caspian. "They still think she’s the future queen. They want to use her as leverage to get what
they want. They won’t kill her. She’s more useful to them alive rather than dead.” He’s right.
“We’re coming with you to your meeting, but stay hidden until you need us,” says Constantine.
“Caspian, you’re going to have to sit this one out.”
“The hell I am,” Caspian snaps out angrily. “I’m not hiding away in the safety of the palace,
playing Monopoly with the guards while my pack mates are risking their lives. Besides, Beany
needs me.”
“Penny needs all of us but our enemy wants you too. This is like delivering you right into their
hands,” argues Constantine.
Personally, I don’t care to argue with the Prince. I don’t see him staying back while Persephone
is in danger. Prince Caspian does what Prince Caspian wants. I just want my mate back safely in
my arms.
I really need to be in total control now. I need to stay in focus for my mate. I have to close our
connection to prevent anybody from sensing our mate bond. Closing our bond at this moment is
very painful for me to do but Caspian is right. If they knew Persephone is my mate, chances are
they would kill her very quickly. If they still think that she’s the future queen, she’s more
valuable to them alive rather than dead.
“I will meet with him to find out what his offer is. Constantine, you contact our agents and
informants inside their network. Find out if any of them know her whereabouts. Lazarus, gather
our men. Surround the place. Wait for my signal to infiltrate his fort. This will end tonight.”
I’m being escorted by two men through a bleak, plain, and cold grey brick corridor.
I contacted Robert Vitsin earlier and he gave me the address to this old warehouse. I already
know that this building is one of a few owned by him to run his operations.
The men lead me right to the end of the corridor where a heavy wooden door prevents us from
going any further. One of the men knocks briefly before he turns the knob to open the door.
This is clearly an office, but it is opulently decorated, a stark contrast to the drab austere hallway
and the rest of the building. A big mahogany table sits in the center of the room. Robert Vitsin is
sitting comfortably on the big red plush leather chair behind it. Standing behind him in a
revealing red silk dress is his daughter, Polina.
“Commander Rykov. We meet again,” he says with a sly smile. “Please, have a seat.” He
motions towards one of the three deep chairs in front of me.
“You came after all. I thought you weren’t interested in what I have to offer by the way you
fought with my men at the castle this evening,” he adds.
“Of course, I have to put up a good fight. I’m one of the best fighters, I couldn’t let your man
take me down,” I tell him.
“I am, however, curious to know about your offer." I lean back in my chair comfortably as if I'm
at ease even though inside I'm coiled tight like a spring.
“Yes, with the right offer, I might be...swayed.” I give him a little smile.
“My offer is very generous,” he says. “I would like us to work together, Rykov. I heard a lot of
good things about you. I want you to be my eyes and ears in the Royal army and the palace. A
trusted top fighter like you will be invaluable to my organization.”
“Who else is involved?” I ask him. "I would like to know who I'm going to be dealing with if I
were to take your offer."
“All in due time, Commander. That information is dangerous. However, that’s not very
important right now. If we do it right, we won’t be working with anybody at all,” he answers
smugly. “That brings us to what I’m offering you."
Oh, so he’s planning on double-crossing whoever he’s working for. I wish I knew which one of
the royalties he’s working for and plan to screw over. There’s no honor among thieves.
“I’m offering you immense power. Polina,” he gestures to his daughter who has been watching
me with big adoring eyes and a slightly coy but smug smile on her face.
She leaves her father’s side and rounds the table to stand directly in front of me. She parks her
ass on the table and raises one foot over the other. The slit of her red silk dress slides open,
revealing the bare skin of her long leg all the way up to her hip.
“Mate with my daughter, be part of our family and you’ll know everything. Mate with my
daughter, my sole heir and be my successor. You’ll rule the world of lycans and werewolves as
king and queen one day.
“Very much. Thank you, daddy,” she says, smiling coyly at me.
Her fingers dance around the nape of my neck to play with my
hair.
“So, not only would you gain powerful allies and possible great
power in the future, you’ll also be getting an amazingly clever,
and exquisite mate. My daughter is beautiful, is she not?”
continues Vitsin.
“We’re prepared for the possibility that you’re going to say no.
That’s why this place is like a fortress. My men are everywhere.
There’s no way out of here with your spine still attached to your
body unless you’re with us. We can’t just let you go free after
knowing what you know.”
I fight the intense urge to rip my hands out of her grip and
push her off me. I can’t stand her scent and her touch. That’s
another thing that I now remember. I tried to imagine her as
Persephone that night, but her scent was repulsive to my lycan.
Her touch only served to irritate me. Now it is more unbearable
after knowing that she’s in a cohort with her father. She’s
responsible for the death of my friends and their mates, and so
many others. I have a wild, almost uncontrollable desire to
snap both their necks and rip their spines off right now.
“I gather you don’t know where she is right now, Rykov? Is she
not at the Palace?” he asks me.
“I’m not fond of her, as you put it. It won’t be a problem at all
bringing her in.” The lie rolls smoothly like acid on my tongue.
I look up as soon as I know that my eyes are back to normal.
Penny’s POV
Once the adrenaline rush dies down, the pain starts to throb.
The scratches on my back have stopped bleeding but my
broken arm tries to heal at a weird angle. I can’t move it now. It
is awkward and painful.
I roll out to the other side of the wall from underneath the
bottom shelf of the pantry, pinning my now useless arm close
to my body with another hand. Dark, dank, and cold. I’m not
too sorry to leave the shelter of the tunnel.
There’s no more fire in the kitchen or out in the hallway. A
worker walks past me, pushing a gurney with a pile of broken
bloody limbs. I try not to gag at the strong stench of blood and
open flesh.
A few men in the hallway halt what they’re doing to gape at me.
I know they are part of the royal guards by their uniforms. One
of the men seems to recover quicker than the others and
mutters something in Russian into his headpiece. The others
hastily give me a quick bow then avert their eyes to gaze at the
floor. Hmm...I wonder what’s so interesting about the floor.
Nope, I don’t see anything worth staring at down there. Guards
are weird! Well, at least there are no more enemies attacking us
left and right.
Not a minute later Eva comes running down the hall looking
like she can hardly believe her eyes. She is still in her lavender
evening gown which is now almost gray from the smoke and
stained with blood splatters. She instantly pulls me into a hug
then she seems to come to her senses and draws back. “Your
Highness.” She gives me a bow before her eyes widen like
saucers.
She looks around then she holds out a hand to one of the Royal
guards behind me. He hands her his jacket which she promptly
drapes around my shoulders.
“I think they went to attack the enemy to get you back because
they thought you were taken,” answers Eva.
“No, we can’t!” answers Eva. “I’m not quite sure where they
went. Besides, I think Commander Rykov and Prince Caspian
would kill me if I brought you to the enemy. Do you know that
the enemy wants you?”
I’m not going to lie. It hurt like a mother f*ck*r. I swore like a
sailor. Tears ran down my face as Eva cracked my bone into
place. If she wasn't helping me, I would've smacked her for
hurting me like that. Fortunately, Eva seemed to know what
she’s doing.
Now I'm pacing the floor of my dressing room, waiting for Eva
to come back. I’ve changed into a pair of black yoga pants, a
black knitted sweater, and a pair of knee-high combat boots. I
pull a black beanie over my hair. My arm is still hurting right
now, but at least the bone is resetting the right way.
A minute later, Eva comes back wearing her black Royal army
uniform. Her hair is neatly french braided as usual when she’s
on duty.
“Then let’s go!” I tell her. I’m going to get my mate and my
pack back.
Darius’s POV
I put my glass down on the floor while Polina drained hers and
places it on the table. Vitsin is looking more relaxed. This is his
third glass of Vodka. I barely touch mine.
The more he drinks, the more freely he talks and the more
belligerent he grows. Polina seems eager to please her father
and it’s clear that they share the same opinion. She’s as sick as
he is and seems to know just about everything there is to know
about her father’s operation.
I would have to take him out soon. Polina, on the other hand, is
easier to crack.
“Yes, darling. We’ll tell you everything once you make Daddy
happy by delivering the Prince or the Princess’s head to us,”
adds Polina with a giggle. I suppress a wince when she presses
down on my injured shoulder. The bullet that’s still buried in
there is bothering me. She touches the side of my face and
leans in for a kiss. I avert my face in time, her lips land on my
cheek. I see her pouting from the corner of my eyes.
I reach out and curl my hand around her head. A quick twist of
my wrist and her body sagged against me, motionless. I’ve
snapped and broke her neck.
My loyalty to the person I love and the people I ally myself with
is unquestionable. My devotion is definite.
His smile turns into a snarl. “You’re ruining it. You could have
had everything. Now I have no choice but to blow this whole
place up. I told you, you’re not getting out of this place alive,”
he says.
“I’m prepared for a situation such as this, that’s why this place
is wired and programmed to blow up with my order. This office
will blow up soon. With you gone and no paper trail left, there
will be no evidence against me.”
Penny’s POV
It wasn’t such a long drive to get here. Eva decided that it’s
safer for us to park the car on one of the side roads and
approach the building from behind. Which was why we had to
climb a little hill.
“Are you sure this is the right place, Eva?” I scan our
surrounding skeptically.
“Calm down, Penny. It’s the only lead that I have. Nobody else
seems to know where they've gone to. Leo is one of
Commander Rykov’s trusted men. I’ve known him for years.
He’s what you call...my regular hook-up.”
Regular hook up? Only Eva can say regular hook up in such a
matter of fact tone of voice.
“No.” Her jaw is set stubbornly. “He’s your mate, but he’s MY
Commander and I’m doing my job. I have to keep you safe.
Can’t you see how dangerous it is?”
"Eva, look!" I tell her when I spot Genesis, Serena, and a couple
of men crouching low to the ground near one of the side
entrances of the building.
Darius’s POV
I must’ve blacked out from the force of the fall and the blast. I
don’t know how long I was out for, but my head and my whole
body are hurting. I remember grabbing Polina by her foot and
jumping out of the exploding building through a window of the
three-story building.
For a while, my ears are ringing. I glance around to see Polina
lying face down in the snow just a couple of feet away from
where I am. I see men fighting and a few lying on the ground.
All of a sudden Polina jumps up. She’s torn and bloody but she
seems oblivious to everything as she charges towards my
raging mate.
I know my mate heard my growl. She swivels her head my way, watching me with a strange look
on her face. Her head tilted to the side. Then she turns her head towards Polina. She sniffs the air
and her nostrils flare, her black cold eyes turn sinister. Suddenly she is regarding Polina’s
approach with malicious anticipation and glee. Her lips are pulled back to show her gleaming
sharp teeth and canines.
The cold gleam in my mate’s eyes tells me that she can smell my scent on Polina. She stalks
towards the woman with aggression and menace. For a moment I’m mesmerized. She moves
without fear, like nothing can hurt her. She moves like she's stalking her prey and that is hot as
hell.
Polina reaches out to claw her but my mate sidesteps and swiftly swats her hand away. It angers
Polina who strikes again. This time the woman manages to grasp my mate’s arm in a deathly
grip. Polina’s sharp long nails dig deep into her skin, drawing blood but my mate seems
oblivious to it. She uses the hand that holds her arm to tug Polina in as if pulling her in for a hug.
In a flash, she swoops in and sinks her teeth deeply into the back of Polina’s neck. She shakes
her head wildly from side to side while the woman lets out a loud and shrill gurgling scream of
pain while struggling to be free. Finally, my mate pulls back and spits out a chunk of flesh and
bits of bones from her mouth. It’s the basic and the ultimate show of dominance in the world of
lycans.
From my peripheral vision, I see a figure approaching fast. Robert Vitsin. He’s bloody and
covered in soot. The bastard is still alive and he’s charging towards my mate. I try to intercept
but my leg gives out from underneath me again. The heat in my chest intensifies until red is all I
see. The vein is pulsing around my eyes.
Robert Vitsin is in his lycan form and growls loudly in warning. His warning growl seems to
distract my mate’s attention from Polina for a second and the woman uses this opportunity to
swipe her sharp claws onto the side of my mate’s face and neck. Deep red gashes form from the
sharp long nails that rip through the skin. This only serves to make my mate angrier. She pulls
back her teeth and lets out a vicious snarl. Then she rips through the other woman, biting and
clawing till blood pours out of her like a fountain, bringing Polina to her knees.
Vitsin growls again and takes a big leap. Once he reaches them, Vitsin grabs my mate by the
neck, pulling her roughly off his daughter. The burn in my chest is red hot as I watch, unable to
use both legs. I hiss and crouch low.
My eyes stay focus on my mate whose slender neck is clutched tightly in Robert Vitsin’s dirty
paw. Her feet are dangling off the ground. She might be smaller than Vitsin but she’s drawing
blood, kicking and clawing at him like a wild thing. Vitsin snarls and flings her violently to the
ground.
My leg is busted but there is no way I’m going to let him hurt my mate. She’s mine and I take
care of what’s mine.
I pounce forward and land just a couple of feet away from them. Something snaps inside my leg
when I land, causing me to stumble. The pain is sharp and intense but I straighten up and balance
myself on one foot. Vitsin is once again reaching for my mate but I take him by surprise when I
grab a fistful of his hair. In a flash, my mate leaps up. I quickly and roughly pull Vitsin’s head
back exposing his neck. She snarls and slashes his throat open before she sinks her sharp claws
into his chest. Blood spluttered out of Vitsin's chest and neck. I then tug his head violently back
until I hear a sharp crack of the bones.
Polina makes a small whimpering sound. That’s enough to draw my mate’s attention back to the
woman who’s bleeding profusely at her feet. Her dark eyes gleam eerily as she bends down to
finish what she’s started.
I pull Robert Vitsin up and proceed to rip him to shred. This is for all my comrades, their mates,
and all those whose lives he cruelly and brutally cut short.
Killing him doesn’t bring them all back to life but it satisfies my lycan who demanded justice all
these years. It would also stop further threat against my mate and send them a message that we
are getting close and we’re coming for them.
I look around and see pieces of Polina’s bloody remains scattered on the ground. The snow is no
longer pure white. Crimson blood bathes the land around us.
My chest is still burning. I scan the perimeter to see my mate ripping yet another one of our
enemies to shreds. Rage and violence in her every movement. Polina was a fool to go charging
towards my raging out of control mate. I can see that none of my men dares to go anywhere near
her.
Even our pack mates, Caspian, Genesis, and Constantine stay where they are. They watch her
pouring out her aggression without interfering.
“Malyshka,” I call out. Just a mere whisper but just like that, she stops and turns to bring her
eyes to me. I limp towards her slowly. She stands stock still while her cold black eyes follow my
every movement.
I stand five feet away from her and I feel her confusion. “Malyshka,” I call out again gently but
louder, trying not to spook her. She tilts her head, sniffing the air. All of a sudden, she bounds for
me. She almost knocks me off my feet as she crashes into me. Then she clutches my neck and
my shoulder and roughly pulls me down to her. She places her nose and her lips to my neck and
breathes in deeply. Her tight hold on me keeps me stay upright.
My beautiful mate. She lost control to her lycan yet she knows who I am.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her tightly to me. I’m never letting go. She belongs with me
and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her away from me. She’s my home. She’s my everything.
She’s mine as I am hers.
The scorching heat in my chest is gone but I sense so many feelings coming from her. She’s
shaking in my arms.
“Malyska, where does it hurt?” I ask her, starting to get worried again. “Let me see you,” I try to
push her back to take a good look at her but she clings to me tighter.
“I thought you’re gone. I couldn’t feel you...I thought you’re gone,” she says brokenly.
Penny’s POV
He gathers me close. The feeling of emptiness and the burning pain in my chest are gone, but I’m
still shaking. I can’t shake the memory of the devastating hollowness away. I thought I’d lost
him forever. I could feel the end of my world. The end of me.
“I’m here, Malyshka. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers. His big strong hand
is stroking my back soothingly.
“Don’t ever leave me,” I tell him. I never want to feel that way again.
“Never.” He rains tiny kisses all over my face, careful not to touch the red angry scratches on
one side of my face. His arms are wrapped around me tightly and protectively like he’s never
letting go.
“I smell worse than a poop sewer,” I tell him when he presses his lips to my neck and breathes in
deeply.
His body shakes with silent laughter. After a while, a deep rumble of laughter escapes his lips.
He sounds happy. Actually he sounds more than happy. He sounds like he’s on top of the world.
The feeling of deep happiness and contentment flood through me.
We’re both looking very bad. We’re both injured and I know I’m bloody and probably smell like
death but I’m happy to be in his arms again. Deeply and euphorically happy. I press my nose and
lips to his neck and breath in his scent.
“Speaking of which...why do you have Polina’s scent all over you?” I draw back to look at him.
“Yes, about that,” I stare at him with narrowing eyes. He has some explaining to do.
“Glad to have you back, Malyshka,” he says suddenly, smiling widely, not looking at all guilty.
It’s good to be back with my mate and my pack. It’s better than good, actually. I feel happy and
complete.
It saddens me that we lost a few good men. Many are injured too. It’s a good thing that lycans
recover very quickly.
I can’t help but feeling thankful that I still have my mate and all my pack mates with me even
though some of us are injured.
Lazarus was caught in the blast. He suffers minor burns, bruises, and a broken leg. He’s
recovering well with Serena quietly doting on him...as usual.
Genesis is fine but Constantine has a broken arm and if you thought that it would put a damper
on their painting session, then you would be wrong.
Caspian has a few bruises and lost his hearing for an hour or so, otherwise, he’s fine. Too bad his
hearing wasn’t gone for longer. Much much longer.
Darius had the bullet in his shoulder and broken glasses on his back removed. He has a broken
ribcage and his left leg is broken in a couple of places. My poor man.
I had to have my broken arm reset...again. The scratches on my face are healing fast. I don't
know if I'm going to have scars but I don't really care.
King Alexandros and Queen Sophia now know that I am not mated to Caspian. Caspian, Darius,
Constantine, and Lazarus had a long talk with the king to explain the situation and the necessity
of the deception. The recent attack on the palace helps our case. Queen Sophia didn’t seem to be
at all surprised to learn that we’re not mated.
I don’t know exactly what was being said or discussed among the men, but the king doesn’t seem
to be angry with me. I’m just happy not to be thrown into the dungeon. That would not have
ended well for me...and the dungeon.
Because of our injuries, we’re stuck in Banehallow Palace for a little longer than we anticipated.
For some reason, Darius and I were given personal physiotherapists to help us heal and recover
our motor skills faster. As if we needed it. In my opinion, it’s totally unnecessary...but hey, that’s
only my opinion.
I wasn’t very happy when I saw my mate’s physiotherapist this morning. She was a beautiful
lycan woman. Okay, so wasn’t happy was an understatement. I was livid! She had dark hair and
dark eyes like mine. It didn’t help that she’s curvier and seemed too eager to put her hands all
over my mate.
It turned out, I didn’t have to do anything about it. My mate asked for her to be replaced even
before the session started. Oh, swoon! I love him so much, I swear!
The physiotherapist who was assigned to me showed up soon after. Alonzo was a gorgeous lycan
hottie with a smooth mocha colored skin and a killer smile. Of course, nobody is as hot as my
mate but he doesn’t need to know that. My mate took one look at Alonzo and threw a fit. He
threatened to kill the poor man if he as much as lay a finger on me.
I can see Caspian’s hands in this from miles away. Oh, I can’t wait to have my revenge on that
royal brat!
It’s been a week, I can see that Caspian is very impatient to leave. He’s moody in most days. I
know why he’s so desperately want to be back in California again.
Queen Sophia is now more determined than ever to have Caspian mated to lady Celeste. I can
see trouble brewing between Caspian and Queen Sophia in our near future.
“The weather must be very nice there now,” adds Serena wistfully.
The weather is cold again with a dusting of snow blanketing the land around us this morning.
We’re in the media room in our wing of the palace. The main part of the palace is busy with
workers cleaning up and re-constructing the ruined ballroom. From what I heard, the ballroom is
going to be even grander than the last one.
“Yeah,” agrees Genesis. “We’d be by the swimming pool sipping our drinks under the blue sky
without any snow...or Lady Celeste in sight.”
Lady Celeste is now walking around as if it was a sure thing that she’s going to be the next
queen. She's been following us around, pissing the crap out of me.
Caspian was ordered by the Queen to entertain Lady Celeste. We were ordered to make her feel
welcomed and comfortable around us. None of us are very happy about it.
“I wish that woman would disappear soon,” I tell them as I glare at Lady Celeste who is now
sitting so close to Caspian, she's almost on his lap. I think she would've been siting on his lap by
now if Caspian would've let her. So far she's been complaining about how bored she is because
we’re sitting around doing nothing. As if it’s our job to entertain her. She should go get herself a
performing pet monkey. “Do you think we could all pretend to go hunting and lose her in the
deep jungle of Russia? Or we could go fishing and push her off the boat in the middle of the
ocean? Better still, we could feed her to the shark.”
“You seriously need help, Penny. Your violent thoughts are getting out of control,” says Genesis.
“Not that I wouldn’t help you push her off the boat. Feeding her to the shark would be too
cruel...to the shark,” she adds as soon as she hears Lady Celeste whines again.
“Looking at his face, I think Caspian must be seriously considering all of those options right
now,” offers Serena, sounding amused as she leans back in the sofa.
The three of us are sitting on a sofa with a movie playing on the screen in front of us but we’re
not paying much attention to it right now. We’re too busy being nosy watching Lady Celeste
trying to gain Caspian’s attention. The prince is looking totally pissed off as he sits there trying
to have a conversation with Lazarus, Constantine and Darius, totally ignoring the woman.
Most of the time I am very tempted to kick her in her lady nuts. I have a very strong feeling that
Caspian wouldn’t mind me doing that at all...mainly because he told me, “Beany, I wouldn’t
mind at all if you decided to kick her in her lady nuts.” I swear, that’s what he said to me...or
maybe he said something else that sounds quite like it. Minor details.
As much as we want to have fun messing with Caspian as a revenge for all the tricks he played
on us, we don’t want him to lose Quincy as his mate. I now understand the feeling of
possessiveness that the others feel towards our pack mates. All of us are loyal to Quincy now.
Quincy is already part of our pack as far as we are concerned. We don’t want to interfere, but
losing her would be devastating to us.
Oh, no promises, but I might not push Lady Celeste off the boat if we happened to be anywhere
near the ocean with her. I would totally kick her in her lady nuts if we had to endure her presence
for much longer...and that's a promise.
*Sorry for not being able to update for a while. I'm still traveling and it's tough to write
when there are so many distractions. Writing/typing on unfamiliar devices and places is a
challenge for me too. Thank you for your patience.
A WEEK LATER...
The first day back in sunny California and I'm currently lying
on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. Darius is officially part
of Lazarus’s security team overseeing the safety of Prince
Caspian and our pack. He will still be working closely with the
Royal Army, but his first priority will be us. I have no problem
with that. None at all.
Actually, I’m aware that Mason is interested in me, I’m not that
stupid. I still think that we should go, though. Lycans don’t
normally mingle with humans more than necessary but I think
we should not limit our association with only lycans and
werewolves. I decided that I should still keep my human
friends.
The slash of his blond eyebrows slope down into a frown and
his firm fuller bottom lip sticks out more prominently. “I’m not
going and I don’t want you to go either.” If I didn’t know any
better I’d say he’s pouting. He looks like a sexy five-year-old
about to throw a tantrum. Oh, wait! No five year old is sexy.
Gosh, I’m so messed up when it comes to my mate. Still, sexy
or not I will not let anybody tell me what to do.
“Did you just bite me?” I hear him ask. Disbelief is apparent in
his voice. Well...just a tiny bite. Serves him right. I grin, looking
at his delicious back upside down. “That merits a punishment,”
he adds just before I feel a smack on my backside. Owww...
In a blink, we’re back in our room and he’s kicking the door
shut. I bounce on the bed a few times after he drops me in the
middle of our super king size bed.
“No, I’m not,” I answer back, still looking for ways to escape
even though he’s standing over me with his powerful arms
bracing the wall on either side of me, caging me in.
“Let’s see, you say “whatever” to me not once, but twice, then
you bit my ass...”
I’m drowning in his taste, his scent, and his touch. I vaguely
aware of being carried to our room. I only realize that we’re in
our bedroom when my back hits the cool soft bedding of our
bed and the pressure of his weight on me. I sink my fingers into
his silky hair as his lips continue to ravish me. My other hand
eagerly maps out the warm solid expanse of his back. My whole
body is burning up for him. He moans deep in his throat before
he pushes himself off me. Nooo...He chuckles when I let out a
sound of protest and grab the back of his neck to pull him back
down to me.
“Oh, mi vida...didn’t I warn you that you’re getting punished?”
He drags my hands up and pins them down on the mattress
above my head. Say what now?
“No. Never,” I growl. His eyes glint and he smiles like he knew
all along what my answer would be.
“No. Never,” he answers back, this time his lips are pulled back
to show a glimmer of his straight white teeth and the elongated
canines. My struggle to pull my hands out of his hold is a futile
effort since he’s much stronger than I am. He watches me
writhing and thrashing my body about with such unreadable
expression on his face but his tight jaw and clenching fist tell
me that he’s not unaffected. Such control he has over his own
hunger and want. He pulls the strings of my bikini top, pulling
it off me and keep watching.
It’s nice lying here with the weight of my mate’s arm curved
around my stomach and his scent enveloping me. When I open
my eyes, I start to feel confused. Where are we? Are we still in
Russia? What time is it? Darn jet lag!
His lovemaking was very slow. The slowest ever and it drove
me insane. I was panting and writhing underneath him with
my hands pinned up above my head. I was also moaning,
sobbing, and blubbering uncontrollably. The end was very
intense for the both of us. I felt like I was going to combust. I’m
so not hating the punishment!
I’m guessing it’s around noon right now. I base that theory on
my stomach, not the sun. I’m hungry. I slowly edge away but
the arm around my body tightens its hold.
I’m guessing it’s around noon right now. I base that theory on
my stomach, not the sun. I’m hungry. I slowly edge away but
the arm around my body tightens its hold.
“Hey, you’re not going out like that are you?” he asks me when
I stroll towards the door wearing nothing but the medallion
that bears his family crest around my neck.
I grab a royal blue silk kimono robe from the hanger, shrug it
on and tie the belt. I reach into my leather crossbody satchel
that’s hanging near the door and start fishing for something.
Why do I have so much crap in my beg?
Darius is sitting at the edge of the bed when I exit the closet.
Actually, his cousin, Æmelius saw the medallion the day after
Darius put it back on me. The whole palace knew by then that
I’m not Caspian’s, but rather Darius’s mate. Æmilius
mentioned in the passing that he knew that the medallion was
actually a cufflink and that he had another half of the pair in
his possession somewhere. He agreed when I asked to buy it
from him but instead of money, he suggested a night together
for it. So naturally, I threatened to kick him in the nuts as well
as tell the Crown Prince and my mate of his disgusting
proposition if he didn’t give it to me. I suspect, I amused rather
than scared him with my threats. Nevertheless, one of his
menservants brought it to me the very next morning.
We both know that’s not what I meant. But hey, who needs
food when you have love, right? Fries can wait.
Chapter 55 - This is Us
Darius raises his eyes to meet mine. His blue orbs catch the
bright light coming from the kitchen and they reflect it back,
making the color very light, almost transparent. I could easily
lose myself in those beautiful eyes. Suddenly I have a strong
urge to be back in his arms.
Whose brilliant idea was it to come here? Oh, wait! It’s mine!
Darius’ eyes turn questioning. He can feel my need for him. I
know he would come over as soon as I give any indication that I
want him to. Still, we just got here not ten minutes ago and Lily
is still talking to me. I have to remind myself that we are here
to mix around with my human friends. I’m such a bad friend.
“Yeah, what about you and Mr. sex on legs over there?” Keisha
tilts her head towards Darius. “Is he a total sex god in bed? Is
he as good as he looks?”
My eyes instantly meet his again above the heads of the few
people in front of him. There’s a tiny smirk on his lips. I know
he can hear us. He’s waiting to hear my answer even though he
knows I’m not the kiss and tell kind of person. I’d love to wipe
that smirk off his face for once. Alas, we both know he has the
reason to be smug.
“Oh, he’s okay, I guess,” I finally answer her and I can see my
mate’s eyebrows rise up another notch. “I mean, he might be
really awful...you know, false advertisement and all,” I can’t
resist adding and I could almost hear him growl sexily in my
ear. The look in his eyes is warning me of a retribution and a
reminder of how “awful” he is in bed as soon as we get home,
so I quickly add, “Or he might be awesome. Who knows, right?
It’s totally subjective.” I almost snort at how lame and stupid
my answer sounds.
“Oh, come on. What kind of answer is that? It’s either good or
bad. There’s nothing subjective about it. It’s not rocket science,
Penny,” snaps Keisha, clearly not liking my response. I know
my answer doesn’t make any sense but I’m not going to divulge
any sordid detail of my intimate life to anyone, especially not to
someone like Keisha. Serves her right for being so nosy.
Lily covers her mouth with her hand to muffle her laughter. A
loud snort escapes her nose and I almost lost it.
“And don’t pretend like you don’t know,” Keisha adds, very
irritated now. “Nobody with a pair of eyes will believe that you
two are just friends. Nobody will fall for that line again,” she
says as she walks away. I guess she gets the point that I’m not
going to confide in her like we’re besties or anything.
“I have to agree with her though. Nobody will believe that you
and that sexy piece of man candy over there are just friends. I
didn’t believe it then and I don’t believe it now,” says Lily.
“Huh?”
“We just got here,” Cece says, as she pulls Matthew’s hand into
hers and slides another around his arm. She can’t make it any
more obvious that they’re together again now.
“Well, this is a very nice party, Mason. Lily was just telling me
how nice it is.” I push Lily who, no doubt has sensed the
awkwardness forward. She shoots me a look before she faces
everybody with a wide smile on her face.
“Hey, man,” says Daniel. Mason just lifts his Bud Light bottle
up.
I sense my mate giving them a nod. Matthew returns his nod
while Cece is staring at Darius with wide eyes. I’m also aware
that the persistent little redhead from earlier is still hovering
beside him. This man. I Can’t take him anywhere. I turn to give
the redhead who is now giving me a measured look, a brief
bitchy smile.
“I see you two are still... just friends,” retorts Mason, making
an air quote while looking at Darius and me with a smirk.
My heart swells with love for this gorgeous man. I didn’t think
that it’s possible three years ago. We fought so hard to get here
and to be together. We’ve come so far. I’m a different person
than I was three years ago. I’m not even the same being
anymore. I’ve also traveled the world. I’ve seen and
experienced things that changed me. One thing that will never
change is the love and loyalty that I have for my family.
Darius turns off the engine and I realize that we’re home. I look
out the window at our brightly lit monstrosity of a house.
Inside is my family. Genesis, Constantine, Caspian, Serena, and
Lazarus. My lycan family.
“Then that’s where I’ll take you. Anything you want, Malyshka.
I’m here to protect you and make your life happy.”
“And you do. You make me very happy, every day. My life
before you didn’t make sense. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been
with you in it. You make me excited to go to bed with you in my
arms every night. You make me excited to open my eyes in the
morning to see you lying next to me. You’re my home. I devote
my life to you. I belong to you. Completely.”
“Hey, did I say something wrong?” he asks me. His voice grows
wary and full of concern suddenly.