Zedkiel
I don’t know what to expect from her anymore. I retreat to the back courtyard, leaning against the castle walls and staring out at the gardens, trying to clear my head.
I’m letting it get to me too fucking much, the way she makes me feel. Her every action is something I’m beginning to overthink, every word that leaves those plush lips of hers, and I don’t like it. The pull I feel towards her is only growing stronger with every passing day.
The sound of footsteps reaches my ear, and I know who it is before I even turn.
“So, what are you doing out here without your little wife?” Ragnar says, smirking as he leans against the wall next to me.
“And why do you care?” I ask, not bothering to look at him.
“I don’t. But after what happened, I would expect you to be joined to her by the hip and watching her ever so closely." He crosses his arms, and I don’t reply.
“What do you really want, Ragnar?”
“Nothing. I’m just curious about your choice of woman. Don’t get me wrong, she is a gorgeous one but doesn’t seem very fitting for Luna. I mean, she doesn’t even have a wolf. Odd choice, wouldn’t you agree?”
I now turn and look at him coldly. “You don’t need to worry over my woman. Move along and stay out of my business.”
“I’ll try,” he replies. I glance back at him, but he has that same arrogant look in his eyes that he always does, and the amusement that plays on his lips is obvious, too.
I turn away and am about to walk away when he speaks.
“The vampires tried to sneak into the city. Did you hear, or has Father tried to hush it up? I heard they were looking for something,” he says casually.
I clench my jaw. My brothers know exactly what I am. For him to mention it out here in the open, irks me.
“Yeah, well, I don’t really care what they were looking for,” I snarl, and it annoys me further when his smirk grows.
“There are rumours… I’m surprised you haven’t heard, considering you used to be quite on top of all this. Well, that is, until you became extremely distracted since that little omega came into your life,” he drawls.
“What rumours?” I ask, ignoring the rest of his statement.
“Well, I’m not one to spread rumours, so I’m afraid you are going to have to find out for yourself,” Ragnar says before he pushes past me. “Besides, I’m certain it’s nothing for any of us to worry about, right? Bloody vampires.”
I frown, watching him leave, but say nothing.
Why are they here?With the growing unrest between our species, not to mention the rogues, it doesn’t make sense. What are they searching for? I need to find out what Ragnar even meant.No. Not now. I don’t need any more crap right now. This is vital for me.I shake my head, casting a glance around before I decide to prepare a little for tonight. The words from Franco that remain in my mind are, ‘There are no rules. Anything goes in a fight to victory!’
If anything goes, then I guess I have a couple of things to prepare.
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It’s late in the afternoon, and I finally return to our bedroom. I may have kept my distance from her, but she remained on my mind through the evening. I did inquire earlier with Alistair, who I had ordered to keep an eye on her, but she had returned to our quarters and hadn’t left since. Unlocking the door, I enter to see her sitting on the bed in a figure-hugging red dress.
I stop in my tracks, taken aback by her. She’s leaning back on her hands, her legs crossed, showing off her sexy thigh as the dress slips aside from the slit. It’s one of the ones that were part of the new outfits I had asked to be ordered for her. It suits her perfectly. The strap slides off her shoulder, and her black hair tumbles down her shoulder, covering one eye.
She’s the picture of sinful beauty.
My dick throbs as I try not to stare at her hungrily. Her red lips are set in a small, seductive smirk, and I frown.
What is she playing at?“Zedkiel,” she says, standing up.
I close the door behind me and lock it, my eyes not leaving her body as she approaches me. With each step she takes, she works that body, and although I’m certain she’s playing at something, I am not going to complain. I’m angry at her, but if she wants something, I’ll give it to her willingly.
“I see your mood seems better now than it was last night,” I say, grabbing her neck the moment she’s within reach.
She pouts and tilts her head. “I’m sorry for pissing you off… you can punish me if you want?" she suggests seductively, her hands raking down my abs, stopping at the band of my pants as she slowly turns and presses her ass against my cock.
Punish her…