Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Prince Aurelius returns home early from a diplomatic mission, surprising his father—the mighty dragon ruler Cassius Decimus—and unsettling rival houses eager for his downfall. Torn between duty and doubt, Aurelius faces a court rife with hidden agendas and a world where human technology threatens the survival of magic itself. But his true battle is only beginning.
“Elle.” Aurelius smiled weakly. “Aurelius.” I lunged forward, but a healer caught my arm and hauled me back. Rasp and Vince growled low, their eyes narrowing. “Let her see him,” Vince said. The healer patted the air in a calming gesture. “Let us work. I assure you, you’ll get to spend time with the prince…
The guy then leaned down, resting an elbow on the open window, a universal douchebag pose. “Boy, do you know who I am?” Carlisle asked. Anger flashed in Freddy’s eyes. “I don’t give a shit who you are. I’m Frederique Laurent. You work for me. Can you please move your car out of the way…
Before I could do more than blink, a heavy, furry body slammed into my back, sending me sprawling on the ground. Hot, wolf breath hissed along my back, and teeth grazed my skin, trying to find purchase at the back of my neck. I screamed out to my dragon, desperate for any help he might…
I shook my head to clear it and looked at the leaders of the fae. “If we are true allies now, then take all your people to castle of King Decimus. Now. Can you do that?” Achakos nodded hesitantly. “We can.” “Good. Do it now. Go.” They gathered together and made their way back to…
“What do you know of Haruspicy?” he asked, giving the blade an experimental swing. “What?” “Haruspicy, you dumb fuck. It’s an ancient, dark branch of necromancy magic. Certain practitioners can read the future and gain secret knowledge by reading the spilled entrails of a sacrificial animal.” He pointed the blade at me, and flashed that…
“You need to be careful,” Vince said. “The healing isn’t done yet. Don’t hit his head.” “The hell are you all talking about?” Confusion made me dizzy. They were all acting strange. “Tie the bag,” Dad said. “Make it look like it’s nothing but garbage.” “Got it,” Rasp said. “Jesus, he’s a heavy motherfucker,” Vince…
I’d held out hope, but deep down I’d never really believed I’d get out alive, especially not with assistance from one of the Laurent family. “Fingers crossed,” Freddy said. “Stay back there. If I start banging on the window, dig in under the trash.” “Where are we going?-“ Freddy slid the small metal window shut…
“Oh God,” I cried, forcing myself not to gag. “What the fuck is that?” “Concentrated wolf shifter pheromones,” the healer said. “Shit,” I muttered. “Is this necessary?” “It’s concentrated. That’s why it smells so strong to you,” Freddy said. “It’ll hide your dragon smell even better than the trash. Usually, it’s only a slight smell…
Her mouth dropped open in shock and surprise. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Don’t start acting all high and mighty now. You’re the one sending your firstborn child away. Treating me like trash just because I can’t shift. You know what I say about that? I say you’re the one who’s trash. You’re the one…
“Right about what?” I asked. “That the only way to get all the fae on board is to see what the wellspring says. They sort of worship the thing, right?” “More or less,” I said. The reality was that all magical creatures had a sort of symbiotic relationship with the Wellsprings. Their magic fed into…