Rejected By The Prince, Hunted By The Lycan

ey Oliv

ngth, his crimson eyes burning holes into my f

I would have been reduced to a

," I whistled softly, stepping right

its ornate scabbard. I drew the blade three inches; the steel gleamed with a fai

eciation, sliding the weapon deep into t

ion gold sovereigns and cut gems that clinked with the sweet sound of absolute f

a ragged, wet rattle a

at the corner of his lips. "Touch another thing.

y forearms on my knees, watching his he

f? With what? Tha

ted down to

dered with intricate silver runes, and the golden clasp at the collar bore the crest of the royal family. It was worth more

t to grasp the heavy velvet. "And you look like you're having qui

the clasp, Demonte's jaw snapp

hand tore free from the floorboards, shooting upward in

s. The air whistled as his fingers cut through th

e violent draft of his strike graze the tip of my

cost him

ck down onto the floor, his head hitting the wood with a d

d, my heart poundin

oak and wrenched it open. I seized the fabric with both hands, planting my boot firmly against his

oad, muscular back completely bare, slick w

velvet and swung it

sable trim engulfing my neck and the hem dragging along the

arried h

e like a heavy blanket. That same strange, electric tingle brushed again

looking down at t

said, crouching d

tapped his stubbled cheek

make sure to put your gene

g humiliation in his cr

ommander of the northern armies, and a filthy stre

a rage so profound it bordered on madness. "To the ends...

waiting."

nly rattled the mahogany double

dow Guard commander shouted through the wood. "We

groan under the impac

was

tered balcony doors, rea

estled inside my shirt. My fingers caught on something soft and thin tucked

got the be

up against the moonlight filt

p of faded, y

th clumsy, uneven threads,