ebony box resting on his gauntleted palms. "My master, Prince Alexander Valerius, has achieved total, crushing victory over the rebels in the Northern Wastes. He will soon return to t

lexander

king away as if they had just been handed a death sentence

ent, and wielding a massive silver greatsword that could cleave a dozen rogue Lycans in half with a single, devastating swing. He was a true demon of the battlefield, a male who inspired nightmares, not romantic fantasies.

at made the air heavy and hard to breathe. "Does your master not k

My master said that until the mating mark is bitten into the flesh and the vows are sealed before the Moon Goddess, anything can ch

al silver light. It was the legendary Night Star, a flower that only bloomed in the harshest blizzards of the north. "My lady, this is

e gift, Doyle snarled, taking a threatening step forward. "Elena, d

ebellion at Doyle's possessive, commanding tone. He had just tried to humiliate her, he was currently standing over a kneeling female

why can't I accept a respectful gift from another male?" Elena ask

is fists clenching so tightly his leather gloves creaked. "

ith steady hands and accepted the heavy ebony box from Rook. The cool, soothing light of the Nigh

s, a dry, rasping cough escaping his lips-his t

u have graciously accepted my master's gift, my lady, would you be willing to bestow your scent

and murder the knight where he knelt.

he dare to do? He had already shattered

nt crest-a delicate hawk mid-flight, infused with her natural scent of j

ant grin. "Thank you, my lady! My master swore on his honor that he

ight over his heart. He rose to his feet, bowed once more, and turned, vanishing into

ed her back on the fuming Duke, the kneeling Dahlia, and the scheming Consort. With Zosia trailing nervously