Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
The wind carried the scent of burning cedarwood as I strode down the aisle, the weight of a hundred eyes pressing upon me. The wedding was held in the Sacred Lunar Courtyard, an open ceremonial space where only the highest-ranking wolves were wed. A towering stone archway stood behind the altar, engraved with the ancient…
The priest opened his mouth, perhaps to argue, but I turned my head slightly-just enough to meet his gaze with a cold, silent warning. He swallowed thickly and shut his mouth. A shift rippled through the crowd. The guests were beginning to realize what was happening. I wasn’t asking for Meredith’s hand. I was taking…
So I sat still. Silent. Unmoving. Refusing to let them see that it hurt. Then, finally, a servant approached. Without a word or even a glance in my direction, she lifted a pitcher and began pouring wine into my goblet. The relief was short-lived because the next moment, she spilled it all over my dress.…
He simply continued playing the perfect Alpha host, as if defending me had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience. I hated him. When the music ended, Draven finally stood. Without a word, without so much as a glance in my direction, he turned and walked away. His Beta, Jeffery followed him, along with another…
“That strange grip you had on the table,” I continued. “You were about to flip it, weren’t you?” Meredith didn’t flinch. “I wasn’t.” I studied her for a long moment. “It’s good to be angry when you’re mistreated,” I said finally, “but anger alone isn’t enough to change anything.” Her brows pulled together slightly. “What…
A sharp clap snapped me from my thoughts. Madame Beatrice had brought her hands together, drawing the servants’ full attention. “You don’t have all day,” she said. “Undress the Alpha’s wife and take her for a bath.” Alpha’s wife. Not Luna. I wasn’t sure if that was intentional or not. I didn’t care about titles,…
She didn’t dare scream. She knew the rules. Making a scene would only make things worse. Still, panic surged through her. “Where are you taking me?” she whispered frantically. “Please! At least tell me-“ But no matter how many questions she asked, she was met with silence. The guards led her through the back exit…
She had wanted answers, clarity, anything to make sense of why he had chosen that woman and what he planned to do with her. Instead, she had been brushed aside like an afterthought. She inhaled deeply through her nose, willing herself to remain composed. Lately, she felt like she was always grasping at shadows when…
Had I really been about to flip the table? Would I have actually done it if Draven hadn’t stopped me? I hesitated before whispering internally, Was that my wolf? The thought sent a ripple of something-hope, fear, uncertainty-through my chest. Tentatively, I tested my thoughts. Hello… are you there? Silence. I swallowed, waiting. Listening. But…
I felt small under her scrutiny, but I couldn’t deny the truth in her words. Taking a slow breath, I exhaled, trying to release the tension in my body. Madame Beatrice allowed me a moment before continuing. “Get ready for your bath. The doctor will be here soon.” I frowned. “Why do I need a…