My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Blake whispers something. There’s a shuffle, heavy footsteps, and Jack walks past me. He winks then disappears into the corridor and shuts the door. My gaze moves slowly up to Blake. I can’t help but think of the fever dreams I had-of his eyes, as black…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Callum and Ryan look up abruptly from the other side of the corridor. Both seem annoyed. Ryan’s face is flushed, and Callum has his arms folded across his chest and his jaw is tense. Callum’s brow creases in concern, a question in his eyes. I nod….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King He cocks his head slightly. “There is something I want above anything else. You know what that is, don’t you?” His eyes bore into me with such intensity that my breath hitches. The air in the room suddenly feels hot and thick. My skin prickles as…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “If both Alexander and Blake worship Night-” I say. “Fenrir worshipped him, too. He made no claim to be doing otherwise. He was horrifying, and I committed many atrocities in his name. If I could go back and change things. . .” He shakes his head….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Chapter Sixty-Three Iforget how to speak. As Blake stands before me on the cliff edge, the waves spraying the rocks below, I can partially understand Ryan’s desire to dip his head and get away from him. Dominance I hadn’t noticed before seems to roll off him….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I walk through an archway into a hexagonal room. Something about the shape seems familiar, and I recall the drawing of the labyrinth I found in Blake’s bedchambers. “It’s of no consequence to me.” Blake’s silky smooth voice comes from one of the archways to my…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Aurora, we don’t have time for this. Don’t-“ I lurch across the bed toward the door, and the bedsheets tangle around my thighs. The glass of water on my bedside table spills. He grabs me around the waist, and throws me back onto the mattress. I…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King A crack fills the air and I’m jolted forward as a whip slices through my back. The burning pain comes a second later. Tears spring into my eyes. My fingers curl around the chains that bind me. The cuffs bite into my wrists. I take a…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “You know why.” His mouth is close to my ear, and I’m not sure what he means. “Shh. It’s okay. We’re almost there.” The corridor I was brought through looms ahead. I let myself dare to hope, to water that small flower that raises its head…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King A version of my voice whispers through the foliage, stirring the leaves. Your mother was a sinner. The High Priest’s voice echoes around the church. And you are a sinner too. Do you want the Sun Goddess to be angered? What of my anger? For so…