My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Perhaps refrain from making any new ‘friends’ until we’ve dealt with this one. Yes?” The corner of my mouth twitches. “You’re the only ‘friend’ I’ve made recently.” “I’m glad to hear it. Keep the wolfsbane I gave you close by when you meet with Lochlan in…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Blake sits straight in his chair, and his hand is curled into a fist on the table. Beside him, Jack looks at him in concern. The full moon is tomorrow. I walked in on Blake last month, shirtless, his muscles clenched and dripping with sweat. He…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King He chuckles. “So pleased with yourself, little rabbit. Look at me.” His pupils dilate and his irises become threaded with amber. My breath catches. Blake doesn’t let his wolf surface often, and as it peers out from his eyes, it transforms his face. It seems to…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King His gaze, right now, is fixed on my face. “Do you think I’m beautiful, Blake?” I ask. He swallows, and a surge of power rises within me. For the first time, I think I’ve caught him off guard. But then he smiles. He steps closer, and…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Do I need a reason?” I fold my arms. “I hate you.” I don’t want him to know about my discovery. His whole plan relies on Callum not wanting to hurt him in case he hurts me, too. He must feel my flicker of triumph, though,…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Callum inclines his head. “I have no problem with that, though we’ll have to win it back when I’m king. The fort will be under the control of whoever has taken over the Borderlands.” Callum glances at me. “Do you know who the new lord will…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Claire looks guarded when her attention turns to the dark-haired alpha of Lowfell. Dimples puncture Blake’s cheeks, but his eyes are cold. “Welcome to Lowfell. Please, come and join us.” Her gaze falls on me. She looks like she’s assessing me, measuring me up, and I…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I snatch it, then turn and close the door behind me. *** Callum’s mood is lighter when we wake up early in the morning. He faces me on the bed, a marking from a pillow crease on one side of his face, and brushes his knuckles…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Aye.” She looks me up and down. “He’s not good at showing it, but he likes you, you know?” I lean forward on the cushioned seat, and my eyebrows knit together. “Who?” “My brother.” “Your brother is here?” “Aye?” Her forehead creases, and she looks at…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Every muscle in my body tightens and locks. Blake leans forward and tugs the book out of my hands. He flicks through, and stops at a random page. I feel his pulse of amusement. “The alpha slides his throbbing member into her wet folds. . ….