ログインBetty POV
"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to help me pack?"
Mitchell froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. The dining table sat between us like a frozen lake. For five days, nobody had made a sound in this house. Everyone walked on their toes. Everyone breathed in quiet, careful rhythms.
"Pack for where?" Mitchell set the fork down without a single click against the porcelain.
"The knight kingdom." I gripped the edge of t
Betty POV"Get off me if you want to breathe, Betty."Mitchell grunts against my thigh, his fingers digging into the mattress as I press down harder. The heat between us is a slick, burning friction, but it is not enough. I want more. April is roaring in the back of my skull, drunk on the memory of tossing Adriel straight through the window frames. She wants blood. Ashlyn wants dominion."Shut up and take it," I snap, my voice dropping an octave as the fever in my veins spikes.I grind against his jaw, desperate for the click of pleasure that refuses to come. My own mind is turning into a cage match. The wolf and the lycan are slamming into each other behind my eyes, tearing at the walls of my consciousness.Mitchell groans, his tongue tracing a sharp, desperate line up my skin, but his grip suddenly slackens. He stiffens beneath me. His nostrils flare, catching the air."Betty, stop. You are bleeding."I look down. My fingers have cu
The King’s POV"You need to step away from the children, Kinslee."The words cut through the heavy, stagnant air of the ground floor corridor. My voice did not shake. It carried the full weight of the throne, even if my chest felt like it was being compressed by iron bands.Kinslee did not flinch. She kept her back to me, her fingers resting lightly on the shoulder of the small girl from Betty’s old pack. The child blinked up at me, her blue eyes wide and entirely too innocent for this castle. She reminded me of Nina. The similarity twisted something sharp and bitter deep inside my gut."I was only showing her the way to the courtyard," Kinslee said. She turned around slowly, her skirts sweeping across the stone floor with a dry, hissing sound. Her expression was a mask of perfect, chilling calm. "The palace is far too large for a little thing like her to wander alone. Don't you think?""I think you have played the caretaker for long en
Betty POV"Open your mouth, Betty," Adriel says.His voice is low, a rough command that vibrates right against my bare skin. I look up at him through my eyelashes, my heart hammering against my ribs. My arms are pinned. I try to move my hands, but the muscle memory of the restraint holds me completely still.He dips his head down between my thighs.I catch my breath as his warm breath hits my inner leg. He blows gently on the skin, a deliberate, agonizing tease that makes my toes curl against the mattress. I want to squirm away from the heat, but he grips my hips with blunt fingers, anchoring me to the sheets.Then his tongue sweeps upward.The first stroke between my folds makes my spine arch completely off the bed. I open my mouth to scream, the pleasure sharp and sudden, but the sound is cut off instantly.Adriel shifts his weight. He drops his hips forward, pressing the heavy head of his shaft directly against my lips.The
Adriel POV"Wake up, Betty, because I am not going to ask twice."My voice rasps through the dark room. The air is thick, choked with the heavy, sweet scent of her heat. It coats the back of my throat. It drives the wolf beneath my skin insane.She lies on the mattress, her hair a messy tangle against the pillows. Her skin is flushed pink, radiating a feverish warmth that fills the entire space. Outside, the rain slaps hard against the window pane. Inside, there is only the sound of her ragged breathing and the thud of my own pulse."Move over," Mitchell growls from the edge of the bed.He shoves past me. His shoulder digs hard into my chest. He is already half out of his mind with the scent. His pupils are dilated, turning his eyes into solid black discs."I am first," I say, my hand snapping out to grip his forearm. My fingers dig deep into his muscle. "Do not crowd her."Mitchell grunts, baring his
Betty POV"Selene, we need to get back now." I shout the words through the blinding mist.The moon goddess appears out of the white haze. She carries a massive, knowing smile that grates on my nerves."Yes, I noticed that as well." Selene glides closer, her eyes gleaming with ancient power. "But I need you to do one more thing before you can go down there. Please let go of the king's hand first."I blink, looking down at my fingers locked around the phantom grip of the dead king. I nod slowly."Please, tell them that I will come back soon." I look into the king's fading eyes.The king smiles. He gives a single, firm nod.I let go of his hand. His form dissolves into silver dust, blowing away into nothingness. Nearby, the little ghost princess pouts, turning her back on us to splash uselessly in the glowing water."Betty, please before you go."A soft voice cuts through the mist. The dead queen steps forw
Betty’s POV“Novalee is your daughter.”My words did not drop between us. They cut straight into the freezing mountain air. The old King stood entirely still on the gravel. His heavy jaw tightened until the skin over his cheekbones turned white.He gave a single, rigid nod.“Yes. But she does not know that.”“Then you need to recognize her,” I said. I turned my head toward the dark stone walls of the castle. My hands were balled into tight fists inside my pockets. “You need to do it properly this time. Let her be a princess. Give her the title. If you do not do that - ”A low, vibrating rumble started deep inside his chest. The vibration hit the gravel beneath my boots.“I cannot do that.”“Then the curse stays broken.” I stepped closer into his space. I forced him to look down into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”The King did not blink
Betty’s POV"You need to leave before I tear your throat out," Luka growled, his massive Lycan jaw snapping inches from Madeline's face.The three triplets scrambled backward, their heels catching on the gravel as they shoved Madeline into the passenger seat of their sports car. The engine screamed
Betty’s POV"You are nothing but a broken genetic mistake, Betty, and you will not embarrass this family at the royal ball tonight."My father slammed both of his heavy fists onto the wooden kitchen table. The wood groaned under the impact, rattling the ceramic coffee mugs and sending a splash of d
Betty’s POV"You are going to frighten the locals if you keep projecting your scent like a weapon," I said.The stranger did not flinch. He stood by the rusted flank of the pack jeep, his frame blocking the driver-side door. His eyes were the sharp, smoked-gray of a non-royal Lycan, completely devo
Betty’s POV"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself."Madeline’s voice sliced through the damp, heavy air of the Blue Claw storage pavilion. She was balanced on the balls of her patent-leather heels, her pink lips curved into a cruel, perfect line. In her manicured hand







