My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Then he inclines his head and steps aside. Callum releases a breath, then grabs my hand again. “Run fast, little rabbit,” says Blake as we pass. “The Wolves are coming for you now.” “Thank you,” I whisper as we step into the courtyard. “Don’t thank me…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Doubt seeps through me as I pass the flask back. “Are you sure? You seem to be putting a lot of trust in a male who just betrayed you.” Callum takes a sip, then puts the water back in the pack. “Aye. I know my brother….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Be quiet,” I snap. “How is saying something repugnant like that supposed to help?” “Who says I’m trying to help?” When we reach the doorway, Callum steers me into the room. His hand is strong and comforting on my lower back. “It’ll be alright,” he says…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King There was something about the way he looked at me that worries me. Whatever his plans are, I do not think they will work in my favor. I have had no time to voice my concerns to Callum. He has been in meetings with the other…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I push my fingers into his mouth. He nips them playfully with his teeth. I giggle. “You are very drunk, Princess.” He glances at the writhing mass of people on the dancefloor. “Let’s dance.” “I don’t know the moves.” Callum nods at a couples of Wolves,…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King My mother used to tell me stories about Night-the deity who holds the keys to the Moon Goddess’s prison. He tempts mortals into making deals with him, offering them what they desire in exchange for their souls. Blake reminds me of him right now. Dangerous and…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I brace myself. I wait for the Wolf King to strike me down, to push me to my knees, or throw me into the dungeons. As my pulse calms, I notice his displeasure is focused on Callum-who has stepped forward, his arm in front of mine….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King He raises his eyebrows, and I smile-remembering how cold the water was when I washed at Glen Marb. From the grin on his face, I think he is remembering it too. He sighs, his breath misting in front of his face. “We should go.” He brushes…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “He won’t harm you,” says Callum, touching the small of my back. There’s a mass of Wolves in the Great Hall already, shouting and laughing as they wait. “Even if he doesn’t, the others might,” I say. “My people have just attacked your people once more….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I am aware of his hard length, pressing against my bare thigh. I should feel embarrassed, yet I do not think I have ever felt so relaxed in all of my life. He looks down at me, and smiles softly. “Well?” he asks, mischief in his…