led on my back, starting at the celling the weight of the day pressing down on me like a storm cloud
actors in my skull, neantess
¿ now, by some o
ppe? His scent
man whose tough had set my skin on fre re still burned hot from his punishment. Was
omenow
Ck. Ara Breathe He’s your mete The normal to be mene. Some people consummate the bond the day they
But nothing about this was normal
squeezed my eyes shut trying to gasp every moment of the day Too
many things happened in such a short time
1
I had led to him had no pack Only borrowed time and a body that was slowly betraying me.
And yet when his hands
ruched my net
Goddess! His touch
still burned on my skin. Wes this the bond? Or was it my infuriating devilishly handsome mate? I couldn’t
tell
1 bit my lip, forcing the memory sway
Focus I needed to warn the Rogue Luna. They might be in danger
I reached for the mindlink, pushing my thoughts outward
Luna? Can you hear me?
Silence
Stred again Yade? Amara?
Nothing
A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Were they too far? Maybe the mindlink connection wasn’t as strong as it was for a real pack Or was something wrong? I clutched on the bedsheet, trying to calm my nerves.
ade would tell them what he’d seen. He had to. That would give the pack some time to be prepared. And I needed to get back to the pack as soon as possible. They would need my help
But if I left now, what then? Damon would hunt me down in no time. I might even end up leading him to the hidden pack. Everyone would be in danger. And if I stayed…
He will find out. Sooner or later
Damn it! How on earth did I end up in this mess? A mate? Out of the blue! Why now!
Damon was a prince. He had access to records of every pack, to warriors, to truths that would unravel before
him with a single command. It was only a matter of time before he found out.
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. Calm down, Aral Panicking wouldn’t work.
O
Maybe maybe I could use this Gather information Learn more about his plans. I mean, why would he suddenly a rogue hunt? I can probably get an idea of his troops and note down his strengths. It will help my
pack to defend ourselves against the royals.
Then make a run before he sees the cracks in my story
Before he saw me Because one thing I was sure of. I couldn’t cling to this mate bond. My days were limited and if I stayed, it would limit the days of those who were close to my heart.
The chain of thoughts broke as the door creaked open. I bolted upright, clutching the bedsheet to my
half naked torso
Damon stood in the doorway, his grey eyes darkening as they fell over me. The air between us thickened,
charged with something unspoken. What now?
“Get dressed,” he said, his voice was rough. “It’s time for dinner.”
And just like that, he was gone, before I could utter a single word. I stared at the closed door, my pulse
“idiot. A low grow left my lips.
I glanced at the ruined remains of my dress–shredded by his claws during the earlier punishment session.
⚫
Real smooth, Prince Charming I muttered.
Thad nothing else to wear. No bag. No backup. Just the scars and the lies. The door swung open again as if my irritations had summoned him.
Damon stepped inside this time, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. His scent–mint and sage- wrapped around me in seconds like a magic, comforting and intoxicating at the same time. My heart
pounded for no reason.
“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” His voice was low, even dangerous. His stormy grey eyes narrowed on me, “are you trying to provoke me?”
Larched my brows, “I would love to get dressed, Your Highness. But unless you’ve forgotten, I didn’t exactly pack before you threw me on your shoulder and marched into this lovely packhouse.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched.
“You-“He cut himself off, exhaling sharply before striding to the other door, probably his closet and he returned soon enough with a black t–shirt and a pair of sweatpants, tossing them onto the bed.
“Here. I’ll get you proper clothes tomorrow” He announced before he left the room, closing the door behind.
I stared at the fabric, my fingers tracing the soft material. His scent clung to it, subtle but undeniable. And for some reason, the more I sniff it, the more I wanted to stay back, here… in his arms!
I slipped the shirt on, the hem falling to my knees. The realization hit me then–just how big he was
compared to me. How easily his hands had spanned my waist. How my head barely reached his chest.
I didn’t bother with the pants. The shirt was enough.
A glance in the mirror confirmed what I already knew–looked small. Fragile.
Wolfless.
Maybe the cancer was making me look paler I couldn’t tell I didn’t bring my medicine here either and missed
done ready sigh left my lips
Abigée, Ara‘ tata per through this
mybrid red my shoulders and stepped out Slowly, I took the stairs
The sound of laughter led me to the dining room Salles, the third prince- the nosy one–was mid story grinning the foo
“There you are the smiled warm and genuine, guiding me to the table where Damon and Sales sat Damon just peeked once before focusing on his plate
Aurelia placed me beside Damon, taking the seat next to me I stiffened at the realization that his thigh was nubbing against mine, sending jolts through my naked legs I should have worn sweatpants, even if it made me look like a clown. On the other hand, Mr Prince Charming somehow looked satisfied?
Salas’s grin widened, as he asked, ‘so Have you two finished the mating yet?”
I choked on air
“Salas, Damon growled with a warning.
Aurelia shot him a glare, sharp enough to kill.
“Ignore him,” she said, turning to me. I’m Aurelia Lawson, And you are?”
“I
“Are Velcrest I forced a smile
Salas leaned forward “Which pack are you from?”
“None of your f***g business, Damon snapped.
“Ohol Protective, are we? Sailas waggled his brows
Damon ignored him, serving me a plate of pasta with a quiet, “Here. Eat.”
I was stunned for a second. Didn’t really expect him to serve me dinner. His hands looked gentle, his eyes
Salas gasped dramatically “The prince serves his mate himself! How romantic.”
Salas Shut up and eat, Aurelia warned again
I sent her a silent thank you
“You’re the third prince, right? I asked, twirling my fork:
“The one and only,” he said, puffing his chest.
“The one they call the royal nerd? I added casually
Aurelia burst out laughing. Damon’s lips twitched, dimples flashing before he schooled his expression.
Sailas clutched his chest. “You wounded me! Feisty, aren’t you?”
“Served you right, Damon muttered.
Then I turned to Aurelia. “Are you related to General Lawson?
15 Silver Lier |
“His daughter,” she confirmed. “I think I’ve heard of the Vaelcrests before. I just can’t place it.”
Sailas tapped his tablet. “Vaelcrest is one of the top five werewolf warrior families. If that’s what you’re
thinking of.”
Gratsiya
lease d
Hi guys! Thanks for reading so far. Please check out my new book His Abandoned Luna while its free!! Love you all
Comments
