LOGIN“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
EvelynThe nausea starts to trickle in halfway through the Royal City.Lucas, Emma, and I are at the front of the rebel company now. We realized as soon as we crossed the bridge that another battle might break out in the streets between the rebels and the lycans trying to protect their homes.So the
We make our way to the end of the off-shoot toward the main hallway. The sound of clanging metal and screams gets my wolf’s attention. She wants me to shift.Wants to fight.Wants to defend her people. Lycan and werewolf alike.But I hold her back. Lucas still has a silver knife to Emma’s throat.Th
EvelynOn the day I’m supposed to meet my dad, one week after Alpha Jackson’s visit where he secretly passed me the note, Emma joins breakfast with me and Alexander, uninvited and interrupting our flirtation. She pouts about not getting any time with me and complains that Alexander is being selfish
EvelynI confided in Emma after Alexander left to investigate the guards who were killed. It’s too dangerous with the rebel werewolves targeting me to use Alexander’s absence to escape, so I was stuck sitting in his room, worrying for his safety.Emma assured me he would be okay, but I could tell sh
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







