Rejected By The Prince, Hunted By The Lycan

ey Oliv

e sweat slammed into my senses the

cating weight

my brain, but the sharp surge of adrenaline instantly wiped away the

ayed collar of my linen tunic, rippin

k, his hot breath thick with the rank odor of cheap rotgut. "Second M

than being a common slave. Without an inner beast, you h

-the deeply buried memories and all my skil

tate while my parents were missing, and tonight they sen

hance to finish processing the though

not

not

nce of force this scrawny body possessed,

crunch echoed in

arg

face went instantly pale, his grip tearing free from my shirt as he tumbled off the bed. He hit the ston

nding on light feet, my gaze swee

e foot of the

to the second branch weeks ago. In her trembling hand, she clutched a long, wicked s

d, panic morphing into vicious fury across

ng the needle straight

glinted i

inch. I did

esh, tilted my head a fraction to the left, and wat

sgraced before the Crown Prince arrives!" she

smile pulled at the

ed her wrist, twisted her arm outward against the

ac

ing bone snapped through

r jaw dropped in silent agony, her eyes bulging a

nd snatched it out of midair. I drove the blunt silver

nd she dropped to the stones like a sack of g

the floorbo

murderous rage. He dragged one foot, drool leaking from hi

you cunt!" he roared, lungin

raphed strike with

ath his guard. My heel whipped around, ki

out of alignment

, his heavy momentum driving his chin s

ed teeth flew acr

ed his throat against the cold stone, pressing just hard

r finally overtaking the madness in his pupils.

til my eyes were

hispered softly. "I've

eg beside me and brought it down h

back, and his

up straight. My lungs burned from the exertion; this body was severely malnouris

th a heavy sedative, intending to catch me in bed with a common street thug so my betroth

hed bronze mirror hanging o

cheekbones, tangled silver-white hair, and

very single debt they owe m

o unconscious bodies sp

ying blueprint f

icit lust to present to the royal family tonight, I

ar of his grease-stained woolen shirt,