Grace Harper has always been unwanted—until fate binds her to the cold, powerful Lycan King. As secrets unravel and danger rises, Grace must face a truth more powerful than love or freedom: she wasn’t born to escape her past… she was born to rewrite it. And the king who never wanted her might be the one who can’t let her go.
Limbo has me in a chokehold, leaving me hovering between desire and reason. “What if I don’t want to be yours?” His lips quirk into something almost resembling a smile-the first I’ve seen from him. Ah. When did the scary aura around him fade? “Then why are your legs still wrapped around me?” he asks,…
he demands, pushing off me to grab both sides of my hips and lift them higher. He rocks forward again, a desperate tease of what’s to come. “Tell me I’m not alone in this madness.” I can’t say anything. Breaking his stare, I turn my face away, wishing my cheeks weren’t so red. Wishing embarrassment…
“Or I call the cops, okay?” I bare my teeth. Bob quickens his retreat. “What the hell was that?” I demand of Jack-Eye once he’s out of earshot. “Since when do we bow to humans?” My beta looks uncharacteristically serious as he crosses his arms and widens his stance. This is body language I know…
“What?” I ask, genuinely confused. “I never thought I’d feel sympathy for a wolf.” Her nose wrinkles. “Yet here we are.” This doesn’t sound good. “Is Caine… Did he… is Rafe dead?” I step closer, a little panicked now. Much like Andrew, I don’t really want Rafe’s life on my hands. I also never want…
She fills a glass with water and hands it to me. “Drink. You look like you might pass out.” I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth was until the cool liquid touched my lips. I drain the glass in one go, guzzling it down like I’ve ran a marathon in a desert. The emotional strain…
I mumble. “What does?” “Oh. I think I figured out why Caine’s hunting me down. Werewolves are purists, you know? They don’t like it when humans mix with their pack. Even before everything went south, it was pretty rough for me.” Setting her phone on her lap, Lyre gives me her full attention, her eyebrows…
“You hate blueberry muffins,” I blurt out. His steel-gray eyes don’t leave mine. “I’m reconsidering my opinion.” He bought this specifically for me. Not because he likes them, but because… Oh. He’s probably trying to placate me before dragging me back. Now it makes sense. CAINE The Lyre girl’s scent is strange, but I can’t…
Without thinking, I scramble over Lyre, ignoring her startled “Hey!” as I push past her and Caine’s broad frame. My elbow connects with his solid chest, but he barely budges. I have to shoulder my way around him, my heart thundering in my cars as I dash for the door. Humid night air hits my…
Caine finally snaps. “But we’re staying too.” “No, you’re not.” Lyre’s denial is swift and firm. Fenris makes another huffing sound and nudges Caine with his massive shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance, Jack-Eye coughs behind his fist, but by the way his lips keep quirking, I’m pretty sure it’s to hide laughter. Must be…
Thom sighs. “Same as thirty seconds ago, Your Majesty. The girl hasn’t moved. She’s been stationary for hours.” “And the interference?” “Still present.” My fingers tap against the steering wheel. “Is she in danger?” I’ve asked this a hundred times, at least. “I don’t believe so. It isn’t malevolent, but it’s impossible to tell for…