My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Rory. . . You’re hurt.” “Don’t you want to take care of me?” He lets out a shaky laugh, and drags his gaze away to stare at the floorboards. “Aye, I want to take care of you. But I fear it wouldn’t be right.” “It would.”…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King He slides out the last piece of glass from my wound and gets up. He pours water from a jug into a wooden basin, then kneels back down again. He takes a cloth from the bowl and rings it out. “Just after my tenth birthday, there…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King James leans forward. “Why not?” “You’re not a strategist, James. If you mean to create a rift between Callum and me, it won’t work.” “You won’t kiss the lass, but you were happy enough to mark her and claim her as yours on the night of…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Goddess. “Blake, can you walk?” His skin is pale and clammy. Black curls stick to his forehead. “Goddess, never mind.” I hurl his arm over my shoulder, and wrap my other arm around his hips, careful not to touch his bare skin with my wolfsbane-dowsed hands….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I approach him, and he slings his arm over my shoulder. My hand around his waist, I nudge open the door and lead him inside. It closes behind us. Inside, a few rows of pews lead to a stone altar. Above it, a stained-glass window depicts…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “They rode away after Alexander left.” Blake uncurls his fingers from his weapon. “We’ll meet you outside.” Duncan nods, then heads out of the chapel. The door swings shut behind him. When I take a deep breath, the scent of blood fills my lungs and reminds…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King He looks significantly better than he did when we set off a couple of hours ago. Some of the color has come back to his cheeks, and though his dark hair is messy, it no longer sticks to his skin. He could pass for his usual…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I’m sure that both of them will try to find me. I only hope they get here before it’s too late. *** Where is he? The torchlight flickers. The hours bleed together. I shiver on the cot with my knees pulled up to my chest. Everything…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I’d broken the news of her death to Callum, but I didn’t disclose my suspicions about how she was murdered, gleaned when James told me about the fur coat that had arrived addressed to his father. I’d wanted to spare him that pain. I hate James…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Blake’s shirt clings to his chest and torso beneath his open coat. A few errant strands of his hair stick to his forehead. “I always feel better after it’s happened. Lighter.” “Is it the act of shifting you don’t like? Or being a wolf?” “Both. I…