Nate’s P.O.V A low growl escaped my lips, as I tightened my grip around Serena’s waist. Anger fuelled me, as I slammed my wrist down on my desk causing those around me to jump out of their skin. If anyone thought they would even get remotely close to my mate, they would have to come through me first and I wouldn’t hesitate in ripping them to shreds. Serena softly placed her hand on my cheek and nuzzled her head in my neck. Her sweet lavender scent swirled around me, instantly putting out the flame that ignited the fire inside of me. Her scent was an aphrodisiac and I couldn’t get enough. She was everything to me. “Everything to us” Roman prompted, causing me to internally roll my eyes. “Not the time Roman” I growled. “I’m just saying”. I brushed the tip of my finger under her chin, pulling her up to look at me. Her bright, ocean blue eyes stared intently into mine, causing me to melt instantly on the spot. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t nervous. She was calm and confident. Her

I was running as fast as I could toward the end of the corridor but every time I reached the exit, the ground would swallow me up and I would be stood back behind the silver, steel bars. I grunted in frustration. It was a vicious cycle which had replayed for the 3rd time. I scrunched my nose at the awful smell. It smelt like rotting flesh and the freezing conditions didn’t help to dim down the scent. “Leia?” I asked mentally. Nothing. “Leia, are you there?” I whispered. I don’t know why I whispered, no one could hear the conversation in my mind. I could feel her stir inside me, but she wasn’t talking. I would have to figure that out once I got out of here. But where was here? I looked down to the padlock on door to my trapped room once more, and like I had previously, I twisted my wrist in the air causing the padlock to twist and break off the the bars. At this point, I realised silver didn’t burn me. Or at least it didn’t right now. I pushed the bars forward and ran out the d

“So where are the dungeons kept, anyway?” I asked Nate, as I swung our interlaced fingers back and forth in excitement. I wasn’t excited about questioning the rogue, more like where we were off too afterwards. I was however, intrigued to find out what the rogue had to say and if he could provide us any more information that would help us locate Skylar. We took a steady pace back toward the castle, too steady for my liking. I was practically skipping against the white gravel, eager to begin our trip, but Nate continued to take peaceful strides and restricting me from pacing ahead without him. Not that I would, but only because I didn’t know exactly where we were going. He gently squeezed my hand, silently instructing me to steady my pace. “It’s not far from home. You’ll soon see”. The vagueness in his voice causes my eyebrows to furrow whilst cocking my head to look up at him, to which he chuckles in response. “Let’s just say it’s in a safe place. Only the Royal family and the truste

30 minutes later we had arrived at an airport, to my surprise. I was certain wherever Nate was taking me was still within the UK, but as he pulled up outside a sleek black, private jet with the Amaris Moon symbol delicately painted before the wings, I realised I couldn’t have been more wrong. The flight wasn’t too long, I spent the most of the journey continuously asking Nate where we were going, hoping to break his silence. But damn, this man was dedicated to the cause. He refused to budge; telling me if I asked once more I’d build a list of spanks he owed me. However, I couldn’t help it. I was ridiculously impatient and I had a horny wolf inside my mind encouraging me. By the time the 2 hour flight was over, I’d built myself quite the number of spanks owed. Although truthfully, I’d only continued asking for that reason. Joel and his men sat on the far end of the jet, allowing Nate and I to have some form of alone time on the sofa further up. The black suede sofa had been big enoug

Wrapped in Nate’s abnormally large, tattooed arms, in the blissful mahogany bed, I couldn’t have felt more content. As the back of my head rested against Nate’s bare chest, the drum of his heartbeat sounded like my favourite song. I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would end up with a mate like Nate. Months ago, I doubted I even had a mate and yet, here I am, in the Wolf King’s hold. The room we resided in was beautifully simple, with white plush carpets and a vintage, mahogany dresser against the back wall. A candle, waterfall chandelier fell from the ceiling, directly above Nate and I. Beside the door stood an antique, French wardrobe with the Amaris symbol hand carved along the top, complimented with a full length mirror on either door frame. To my right, stood double white, wooden doors that led out to a wide, spacious balcony. It was perfect. It was classic, vintage. I loved the modern interior back home, but the decor he