My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Callum grins, then brushes his lips against mine. “My wild and fearsome creature,” he mumbles against my mouth. “My wolf,” I say as I kiss him back. *** Something wakes me. Perhaps it is the dull throbbing in my side where James bit me. Or perhaps…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Can I help you?” I ask. The corner of his mouth lifts. Slowly, he dips his face to my throat and drags his nose over the sensitive skin there. He inhales deeply, and I breathe in sharply. “Are you. . . smelling me?” “Mmhm,” he mumbles….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “I’m here.” A tear rolls down his face. I want to reach for him, to brush it away, but he is too far away. My body is too heavy. He touches my cheek. “I’m here.” I smile. He makes a sound in his throat, a sob….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King The clouds block the moon, and the valley plunges into darkness. I am blind to the surrounding danger, yet I do not fear it. The shadows seem to curl around me. They protect me. There’s a murmur of voices, a skidding of hooves. Confusion rings in…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King His gaze drags down my neck, my collarbone, my breasts-leaving a trail of cold in its wake. He licks his lips. My heartbeat pounds in my ears so hard that if he were a wolf, he would know my deception. “Sebastian,” I whisper. I remember being…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I blink as cold air bites into me. I can breathe again, but it hurts. Goddess, it hurts. A wolf snarls. I force my head to the side so I can see. A large wolf, almost as big as James, is facing his king. His fur…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “My sweet betrothed.” His voice is as cold as the Northlands air. “Are you well?” Nausea rolls through me. The knife James gave me burns into my outer thigh. I make a silent vow that I will use it when I get the chance. I raise…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King It is like I am underwater. The room swims around me. The fire in the hearth, the battered armchairs, and James’s face pulse in and out of focus. He wants me to marry him? Fire erupts from the pits of my soul. It surges through my…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “I disagree.” He takes a sip from his flask, and my eyes snap to his throat as he swallows-suddenly aware of how bone-dry my mouth is. He puts the stopper back in, then threads his arm back through the bars of the cell. “The way I…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King When one of the men who brought me down here earlier walks to the cell door, I lift my head to meet his cold stare. I will not die tonight. “It’s sundown,” he says. “I’m to take you to the Wolf King. He awaits your decision.”…