LOGIN“So please,” Dr. Zorinski adds, “continue to stay in this bed. Keep doing what you’re doing, or maybe more accurately in your case, what you’re not doing, so that we can continue to have good days for both you and your baby, okay?”I nod enthusiastically now.“Okay.” Dr. Zorinski takes a step back t
EvelynAlexander is sitting between me and Emma, holding both our hands when Dr. Zorinski returns. She smiles at the sight of us, making her way over.“How are they?” I ask. “The injured werewolves in the dungeon. I assume that’s where you’ve been?”She glances at Alexander. “What happened to not up
“It’s okay,” I say, trying to reassure him with a smile he knows is false. If he couldn’t already read it on my face, I know he can feel my unease through our bond. It’s so hard for me to lie here still.Doing nothing.“Maybe you could try talking to her?” Alexander suggests.I glance at her face, w
EvelynI want to be sitting in the empty chair next to Emma’s bed. Dr. Zorinski told me to stay horizontal in my bed, and I nodded, completely intending to ignore her instructions once she was out of the room.But she knows me too well.“Evelyn,” she said, “listen to me. You and your baby are safe,
EvelynThe restraint that Alexander displayed in wolf form was monumental.I rushed out of the tent when his roars approached, and I watched as he tore through the temporary camp. I watched as he sent tents flying—but didn’t touch a single werewolf.Lucas grabbed me and started to run, but the snarl
EvelynThe first blow is so quick and shocking that I’m down on the ground before I fully process that Lucas punched me. Not a slap even. A closed-fist sucker punch to the face.Strangely, my first thought is to avoid the nearby pile of my own puke.Maybe it’s that trivial concern that gives Lucas e
AlexanderMarcel is terrified.I do my best to block out his thoughts, though it’s nearly as taxing to actively not pay attention to his thoughts as it is to have them swirling in my brain. My sword is already drawn as my Beta and I step between the bodies of my fallen guards.Or at least what’s lef
Marcel walks in to a pouting Evelyn while I button her pants, still shirtless myself. Marcel’s gaze dips to the tent in my pants before avoiding that general area very obviously.I’m the King. Evelyn’s my shikra. My Beta can deal.“Marcel,” I greet him as I stride over to my desk. “I have a letter I
AlexanderI button my pants as I get dressed for the day, remembering fondly how I felt hilt-deep inside Evelyn just a few minutes ago. I look up at the beautiful sight of her, pausing my motions to focus on her ass as she covers it with her own pants, and the way her breasts bounce as she pulls the
EvelynBy breakfast the next morning, Alexander is doing well enough to take the meal in the sitting room. Dr. Zorinski just left after having rebandaged his shoulder and apologizing profusely for the incident with Sophia. The doctor promised to deliver the pain reliever herself from now on.“Thank







