~ Rhys ~ It made sense that Xenos Desai was one of the leaders of the rebels. It was unclear if he became a rogue before or after the fall of the Shadow Moon pack. The events were close together long ago, before Rhys’ reign. Xenos strolled towards Rhys, his expression cold, his large body most likely meant to be intimidating as he approached his niece. Leaning forwards, he held Rhys' hardened gaze, then burst into laughter, smacking Rhys on the shoulder so much his body shook, and his bones seemed to rattle. Yet the humour on Amira’s uncle’s face did not reach his eyes, nor did his laughter seem genuine; it was cold and forced. Rhys could see straight through his little façade. He hadn’t been there long, but he got the impression that Uncle Xenos did not particularly like Amira. Or he was a cold bastard who seemed power-hungry. “Of course I am! I am just afraid your reputation is tarnished. You are the best and could not defeat the Alpha King.” Xenos sighed, turning away and look
~ Amira ~Waltzing through the palace without anxiously looking over her shoulder, Amira enjoyed the bows and curtsies towards her, well, Alpha King Rhys. She was used to nods of acknowledgement from guild members but nothing as extravagant as this!There were only a few servants around and guards posted throughout the palace. If there were courtiers, then they were all still asleep in their chambers. As they should be at this time. Amira was an early riser, especially since her view from her normal room at the guild had a view of the valley; it always made her want to get up before others when everything was peaceful and eerily quiet before the hustle and struggle of daily life.Whilst Amira’s mind spun with life back in the Wilds, she admired the grandeur of the place, trying to ignore Beta Baltir’s stares.“You act like you’ve never been here before. We need to go down this corridor..” He trailed off, looking at her strangely whilst pointing in the opposite direction. The polished
~ Amira ~ Amira didn’t flinch or tense up to Baltir’s sudden change in demeanour. Though he harboured suspicion, he had no way to substantiate that she wasn't the king. Moreover, she was confident that he wasn't entertaining such thoughts in the first place. Even if this Beta did figure it out, Amira wouldn't care. She'd wake up at some point. Remaining chill, Amira shrugged it off. “Look, some of my memories are a little foggy and mixed at the moment. It might bet the aconite messing with my head.” Baltir narrowed his eyes momentarily before he nodded as though it all made sense. “Yes, you’re right. You’d never admit you’re wrong,” he muttered beneath his breath, not meant for her ears. But she heard it anyway. Once that tense moment passed and Baltir seemed to watch the Alpha King more seriously though he did not fault her for wanting to have fun. Racing to the lake wasn’t the only activity they planned as the king’s day of ‘slacking off’. They were deep in the forest of the
~ Rhys ~ Amira’s uncle left down the corridor whilst Rhys and Zayyan went in the opposite direction, passing the chandelier and the droplets of wax on the wooden floorboards below it. "Do you not want to change?" Zayyan asked randomly. Rhys frowned up at him. "Why? What's wrong with this?" Amira didn't have loads of clothes to choose from. What was he talking about? There was no way he was putting on that corset. Zayyan held his hands up in surrender. "Nothing! I just wondered..." He trailed off and looked away. They walked in silence until the men sitting at tables and at the bar turned to look at them. Rhys was used to attention, but this was slightly different. Zayyan cleared his throat. “I’m getting an ale. Do you want the usual?” He asked, walking faster as some of the men started to approach them. Rhys nodded, watching Zayyan greet a few men before going behind the bar and greeting the barman. The men approaching him were twice the size of his current body. Some of t
~ Rhys ~ Sweet nipples?! Rhys looked at his white shirt, and for the first time in over ten years, he felt a surge of embarrassment. It shouldn’t be embarrassing. They were werewolves, and being freely naked in front of each other was normal among them. Why should he care if others see Amira’s nipples? It wasn’t his body. Yet. Yet a part of him was enraged by the thought of other men seeing what was his. Fuck. No. Amira was not his. They rejected each other. She was a rogue playing games with a bunch of psychotic rogues. She was nothing. Amira’s wolf whimpered in Rhys’ mind making him flinch at the pain he heard. It was tough thinking so harshly about Amira, his rejected mate, when her counterpart, her wolf, was there, listening. “Well?” The man’s hand went to his. Rhys’ eyes snapped back to the man's, rage swelling within his chest, heating his blood. Who the hell was this man to Amira?! It was apparent from the other’s reactions that this was normal between Amira and
~ Rhys ~ Clearing his throat, Rhys pulled on the corset, fitting it over the white shirt, grumbling his annoyance as he struggled to comprehend the stupid mechanics of such a garment. He already despised the apparel when removing it from the women he’d bedded. Now he loathed it even more after fiddling about with it to put it on properly. A quiet knock at the door stopped his movements. Rhys sniffed the air and strained his hearing to see if Caz may have followed him to his room. But the floral scent did not match Caz’s. In stepped a woman with short brown hair, pixie-like features, a pointed nose and sharp cheeks with a playfulness in her blue eyes. She was a few inches taller than Amira, and Rhys couldn’t deny how pretty she was. The clothes she wore accentuated her curves. Similar to what he wore, the woman was dressed in breeches, a corset and a long, jagged coat stopping just before her knees. All her clothing was in dark blues and navies that matched her eyes. “For someone
~ Amira ~ Amira grimaced as she stared at Rhys’ rock-hard cock. It seemed to stare back at her mockingly, twitching and urging her to take action. This dream had turned into a fricken nightmare! Why did her mind conjure up this image? Amira snorted as she glanced up at the leaves above. Who knew she had such a creative mind and made Rhys’ dick this big? He was a massive dick himself. That was the most reasonable explanation she could think of. He didn’t deserve the honour of wielding such a beast. Just those thoughts made her shiver in disgust. Was it because she was surrounded by men? Amira found them attractive but not to the point of making her underwear wet from desire, or in this case, a fricken erection! “I know the woods are nice and all, but I do hope you will take a piss and not toss one off with us around.” Amira’s head snapped to the side after hearing Zev’s comment. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, something she was never used to, but this was a whole new situa
~ Amira ~ Amira saw the men before Baltir could finish his sentence. They sprang out of hiding as though they had been waiting for them. How was that possible? This was not the king’s usual routine, and they didn’t venture that far into the forest. This wasn’t near the borders. Baltir cursed before hastily removing his shirt and lowering his breeches. As he transformed, his inked, muscular body quivered, and fur sprouted from his skin, morphing him into a magnificent grey and red wolf. Amira focused on doing the same, sighing when she realised her dream state would not allow her to shift into a wolf. She could only lucid dream to such a degree, she supposed. Baltir emitted a fierce growl as he lunged toward the men positioned at the nearby trees, simultaneously with other wolves and men. Amira sprinted to the spot she’d been sleeping on, skidding along the ground and inadvertently staining her trousers. She hastily retrieved her sword, unsheathing it, oblivious to the fact that t