LOGINAllissa
I could feel the tingles against my skin and slowly opened my eyes. I stared up at the knotty pine ceiling as I tried to remember what had happened. Slowly, it came back to me, and the tiny tingles on my face made me remember about my mate. I turned my head slightly, to the green eyes of the Lycan King, whose thumb was softly caressing my cheek.
“You should be feeling better, but let me know if you aren’t and I will call my healers back.” His voice was calm, gentle, and soothing. It wasn’t what I was expecting.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered and moved to sit up. His arm caught mine as he slowly guided me to a sitting position.
“You don’t have anything to say sorry for.”
“For becoming a burden.” I looked down at my hands, because I was practically eye fucking him. I could see just how defined his strong, muscular arms were, and how I could imagine him carrying me in them. Damn, it sucked that I fainted during the best part. Maybe I should fake it so I can relish being in his arms for just a moment.
His hand grabbed my chin, tilting it so that I was looking back into his eyes.
“You are never a burden. And after what happened to you, I’m surprised how well you were able to stay conscious for as long as you did. You were in a lot of pain, weren’t you?”
I nodded my head as I studied his face. His green eyes, with little flecks of gold. His strong jawline and his big lips. I wanted to taste his lips ... his incredibly sexy lips that I was mindlessly staring at.
“So...uhm—” I cleared my throat and glanced back at his eyes. “Now what? I have to be punished because I was his luna, right?”
“No. They will be hunted down. It’s only a matter of time before we catch them. They were able to drain the accounts before we could freeze them.”
“That’s all the pack’s money.” I began racking my brain, trying to figure out a way to support them.
“Your pack has insurance that’s covered by my kingdom. We will reimburse the pack and I’ll be leaving a couple of handy advisors behind to take care of things.”
“That won’t be necessary. Alfred didn’t take care of anything. I handled all the books, so I can continue to do it without any problems.” He stared at me blankly and then straightened up.
“Allissa, I am Darren, Lycan King, and you are my mate. You won’t be staying in this pack. You are leaving with me today.”
My mouth plopped open as I stared at him in shock. He must have to have a formal ceremony in order to reject me.
“Can’t you reject me here? The pack just lost their alpha and—”
“I’m not rejecting you.” I watched as a wounded expression crossed his face. “I know that a lot happened to you today. I’m not going to force myself on you, but you are my mate. You belong to me. And I’m taking you with me.”
Maybe the poison was affecting my mind, because I swear he just said he was taking me with him. I needed to re-clarify this. “You want me ... as your mate?”
“You are my mate ... my queen.” His hand grabbed mine, and he covered it with his other hand. “There will be a formal ceremony for the marking and coronation. It usually takes place on a full moon. We just had one, so we will have a month to get to know each other before then.” I watched as he swallowed hard and then looked down. “And if you have children, I will adopt them as my own. I hope—”
He stopped talking and then just stared at me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he dropped my hands to wipe the tears from my face. I was crying! Hearing him talk about children just reminded me of the child I had lost. I didn’t get to properly mourn their death, and right now it really hurt.
“I promise I will take care of you. I won’t force—”
“That’s not it,” I whispered, reaching my hands up to rub my eyes. He placed his hand on my lap. It seemed he needed to be in constant contact with me. “The pain started two months ago. The pain that I associated with the miscarriage of my child. Right when Ivy arrived—”
“He’s fucking dead.” Darkness. His eyes looked obsidian as his face twisted up in anger. I felt him grip my leg as his chest heaved. “When I find him, I will personally shred him to pieces. How could he do something so awful, and to his own pup!”
Dear lord, this man was going to be the end of me. The tears stopped, as I felt the desire swirl inside of me. Seeing his muscular arm flex in anger had me picturing other occasions when those muscles might ripple. We are animals so it’s natural to get like this around your mate. But I didn’t want him to think badly of me. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t in love with Alfred. Suddenly, it was important to me what he thought of me. Gods, was this really happening? Did this ALL male really want me? The king of lycans and werewolves ... he really wanted me?
His intense, dark eyes were locked onto mine and I could feel the weight of his gaze. The scent of his musky cologne filled the air, tinged with a hint of cinnamon that made my senses tingle. His nostrils flared ever so slightly as he took in my presence, but there was no longer anger in his expression. His hand slowly slid forward, his fingers brushing against my skin as he leaned in closer. His warm breath danced across my face, sending shivers down my spine
“Can I kiss you?”
I felt as if the breath had been knocked out of my lungs. He was asking me for permission. Alfred had never asked me for permission. Our first night together, he didn’t care at all about my emotions or needs. He didn’t consider how awkward it was to be intimate with a stranger. But this man was asking for a kiss?!
I couldn’t respond. There was no voice in my throat. All I managed to do was subtly nod my head. And then words were not needed.
His lips crashed into mine like a tsunami, fiery and forceful. He held me in place, his hand fisted in my hair, as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. My body ignited with pleasure, and I couldn't help but moan against his lips. I could feel myself growing wet with desire, my body responding eagerly to his touch. The intensity of our kiss was overwhelming, like a storm brewing inside of me, ready to unleash its passion and power.
He leaned his body against mine and I was now laying back on the couch. His hand frantically began to explore my body, and that was when I felt it. His hard, thick cock digging into me. Damn ... my underwear was now soaked.
“MINE!” he growled against my lips, only parting from me for a brief second before he buried his tongue in my mouth again.
AllissaThe room had nearly finished finding its rhythm when the herald’s staff struck the floor again, and the name he announced stopped every conversation in the hall.“King Milo and Queen Winifred.”Lyle was with them. He’d slipped out of the ballroom sometime earlier, without a word to anyone, and gone to walk his mother in himself. She stood at the top of the stairs on my brother-in-law’s arm in a gown of soft dove gray, her silvered hair dressed simply, her chin lifted by visible effort, a woman walking back into a world that she has largely been absent from. Milo stood at her other side. Lyle held the arm she leaned on, and even from across the ballroom I could see what that arm was costing him, and that he would have died before withdrawing it.
AllissaWe dressed for war more calmly than we dressed for parties.By sunset, our chambers had become a staging ground. My gown, silver over deep blue, the colors of both my bloodlines, waited on its form while two attendants fought a losing campaign against my hair. Darren stood at the mirror in his formal black suit, crown set, the moon cufflinks his daughter had selected catching the light, looking every inch the king and muttering about receiving lines like a man being sent to the gallows. Across the hall, a battle of another kind raged: Mira had rejected three gowns, accepted the fourth because it had become available to chew, while Soren submitted to his tiny formal coat with the long-suffering air of a soldier.And in the middle of everything, supervising all of it, marched Lyra in her party dress, Smoke tucked into her sash like a sword.“Absolutely not,” I said.“He’s coming.”“He’s a rock, baby.”“He’s a dragon,” she corrected, mortally offended, “and it’s his party too.”I
DarrenHeath met me in the war room an hour before dinner with the rosters, the maps, and the patient face of a captain who had answered the same questions from his king four times that week and would answer them a fifth.“Wards,” I said.“Renewed last night. Dayanara walked the full circuit herself, every stone, every threshold. She layered the nursery wing twice and complained about your stonework the entire time. Her exact words were: the castle is sound, the king is paranoid, and I want that in writing.”“Vetting.”“Every soul hired in the past two years re-screened. Every credential checked under merrow ink. Three forgeries in the serving applications, all caught at the gate, all of them
DarrenMy kitchens fell without a single blow being struck.Evette arrived before the party with one trunk, three crates of preserves, and the unstoppable momentum of a mother-in-law on a mission. By the time I came down from the morning councils, my head cook had surrendered her ladle the way a general surrenders a sword, my entire kitchen staff had defected to the invader, and the woman who once outran a royal kill order was elbow-deep in my pantry, reorganizing it by a system she declined to explain to anyone.“Darren.” She pointed a wooden spoon at me the moment I crossed the threshold. “Who ordered the eastern flour?”“I have no idea. I’m the king.”“Then the king can carry these t
AllissaWe lost the children to the gardens before lunch, which was always the plan, because no treaty ever signed could hold a candle to what our gardens did for inter-kingdom relations.The twins held court first. Ciera melted over Mira, who repaid her by seizing two fistfuls of golden hair and attempting to climb her like the aforementioned chandelier. Gunnar, the most feared sovereign on the borders, extended one cautious finger toward Soren and was caught in the iron grip of a six-month-old who then stared up at him in unblinking judgment for a full minute. The Dragon King did not move the entire time. “He’s weighing me,” Gunnar said quietly, with what I could have sworn was respect. “Let him finish.”And then there was Lyra.My daughter had sp
AllissaThree days before the party, my daughter woke the entire east wing at dawn by announcing, at full volume, that today was a Thorin day.“A what day?” Darren muttered into his pillow.“You heard her.” I was already up, peeling Lyra off the foot of our bed where she had materialized like a small determined ghost. “The dragon royals arrive this morning. She’s been counting down on her fingers for over a week.”“She only has ten fingers.”“She borrowed two of mine.”My mate dragged himself upright with the expression of a man preparing for an audit. I knew exactly what was happening behind those green eyes, because it happened every visit. Gunnar he respected. Ciera he adored, though he would phrase it as diplomatic regard. It was one of the smallest members of the delegation who turned my fearsome king into a brooding thundercloud.“Be nice,” I warned, wrestling Lyra into the blue dress she had selected four days ago for this exact occasion.“I am always nice.”“You growled at his
“Mom …” What could I say? I didn’t need to state the obvious, that I was pregnant, but this was the first time she had met Darren. She had left me with Alfred, thinking I would be taken care of there. I walked up to her, and Darren kept his arm around me as he accompanied me. After the trauma he had
Dayanara moved closer to me, and Lyle came with her, still keeping a steady hand on her. Dayanara was on high alert as she held her hand in a defensive position.Look at those eyes. There is no fear. Nothing. They know what we are and look how they stand there confidently. Dayanara’s voice entered
Holding my baby in my arms was surreal. In a moment, everything changed. Yet, here I was, holding my newborn son who had been swaddled in fire silk—a type of material that self warms.“What will you name him?” Ciera asked, as she adjusted the pillows around me.Name? Darren said he didn’t care what
AllissaWhen I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Descending majestically before me was an enormous dragon, its sheer size casting an imposing shadow across the ground. Its scales shimmered like polished obsidian, reflecting the moonlight with an otherworldly gleam. Two vast black wings unfurled fr







