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She’d taken me in as a kid when I was on the brink of starvation, chased by dud-hating hordes, having no coin and nowhere to go. She gave me a home, found me this job, created connections with sketchy shadow markets and forced this village to (mostly) leave me be. She was my guardian angel. My divine intervention. I owed her everything.
And just like that, Granny sounds suspicious as hell. Especially since her Guardian Angel has her making and selling drugs, hallucinogenics… not medicine.
Even though leaving without permission hadn’t been my intention, I’d gracefully accepted the punishment: a hardcore beating by Granny’s watchdog, Alexander.
Oh yeah, she’s definitely brainwashed… and a follower…
my heart swelling at the thought of seeing Granny. She wasn’t just my benefactor and savior; she looked out for me, provided protection from the outside world, and ensured I had all I needed.
Yep. What’s this called, Stockholms Syndrome, or something like that?
Ancient trees leaned far over me and strangled what little light the moon shed. Branches entwined along the sides as though in an intricate dance. With each step, the forest floor surrendered below my feet, cushioning my passage as though the path itself remembered me.
She seems more fae or fairy than wolf shifter.
We wanted for nothing. All we had to do was make certain the product was quality and consistently ready for pick-up.
What product? Do they make something as well because she jut said only she makes the drugs?
It was at about this spot that I’d spied the Moonfire Lily’s glow in the trees.
Yet somehow they thought she was running away when her lantern was right outside of Granny’s house and could prove her story?
I was the anyone of value they’d be seeking. Granny had taken painstaking efforts to ensure I knew what might happen to me if I was taken. What they’d do to make me cooperate. How they’d treat me when they found out I had no magic.
Granny gaslit her. How could she be “THE anyone of value” and so much of “useless person” at the same time?
I was going to find more Moonfire Lily if it killed me.
🤣🤣🤣
“You acted exactly how an alpha would have,” my wolf argued. “Except you should’ve knotted her and pumped our seed deep inside of her.”
Yep. And called her mate. Lol
Yes I fucking did. In this forgotten, out of the way village I’d found something so incredibly rare, so absolutely precious, it was almost a myth.
So why fight it?
It didn’t matter. I was stronger than this. I had worked my whole life on developing my iron-clad will. She’d taken me by surprise—fine. Now I knew. Now I could prepare. I could get my head in order. She would not derail me.
Prepare you to what? Kill your mate?
I’d just been so thoroughly in the moment that my primal sense had kicked in—my need to protect what was mine. Because she was mine.
So why not plead for her?
Her gaze traveled my face and then swept down my body, coming back up and pausing on my hair for a moment. Her nose flared slightly in distaste. A rush of anxiety made me wonder what I looked like.
But not wonder what you smell like? She’s a wolf…
“So, tell me about this new drug that has you looking like a woman freshly and satisfyingly . . . seen to.”
Lmao. Yep. She definitely smelled it.
Good girl. That voice stole my focus for a moment. The sentiment dribbled heat through my core. So dirty. So delicious.
Lol
I frowned at her. “The stardust tonic? I thought that only worked on shifters and goblins as a calming agent.”
I figured her stuff was being altered when Weston spoke of what it was doing to people.
He was trying to smuggle out some—“ He slid me a side-eye. “More to follow after you suck my cock.” “I’d better not. Small items are a choking hazard.”
🤣🤣🤣
Otherwise, I have to rely on my directional sense.” “And?” “I don’t have one.”
Lol
“How so?” “My eyes keep trying to adjust to their light, as feeble as it is, and it’s harder to see in the dark. It feels like I’m not able to peer through the shadows.”
I feel like that’s more Weston than the emberflies.
Work topics so often blotted out reason, eclipsing my fear of him. “Is pretending to be stupid your natural high? No, I can’t see in the dark. You know this. Everyone knows this. Why do you think Granny got me this lantern?”
How is that a work topic?
Keep you happy, keep our clients happy. That’s why she got it.” He paused for a beat, staring me down. “And because you can’t see in the dark, yeah. But like . . . not at all, though? The moon is out tonight.”
🤣🤣🤣🤣
I found it quickly and didn’t waste any time in setting it to glow,
Yes, light up your spot…
Everlass elixir.
Everlass elixir! What a minute! This is THE Weston! I forgot I saw he had a book! So the Dragon King and Queen are Nyfain and Finley. So this is after their book series. He just said her name too and I glossed over it.
“Wicked fast,” Sixten repeated. “She nearly sliced off a tit. I didn’t see it coming and I was the third to get a whack.”
🤣🤣🤣
“Fuck this hurts. Like . . . this really fucking hurts. I want a numbing agent too. An axe? This is the first time I’ve been cleaved. Cloven? I don’t even know the right term for it!”
🤣🤣🤣
“It sucks—that’s the term for it. I just stood there and watched as it happened, too.” Niven straightened up a little, his expression tight. “I saw her cut into you, then just stupidly watched her prance toward me with the edge dripping blood.”
She pranced… 🤣🤣🤣
“Put her in Hadriel’s care.” I pulled my fingers away from her and forced myself to stand.
Hadriel!
He’d followed me to the dragon kingdom and stayed with me there, challenging to become my next in line.
What happened to Echo, Enco, Ecco, his second? Or one of them.
We’ll protect her until we can get her back to the dragons. Then we’ll hand her over. They are not a forgiving breed. She’ll see her justice.”
So that plant she was looking for must have been everlass, but was it also called Morning Lily or whatever?
She’d probably try to loosen me up, to work on my primal desire to protect her so I’d let her free.
Weston didn’t seem so jaded in Nyfain and Finley’s books. He seemed reasonable and level headed. A good alpha.
“Is Hadriel not an odd choice to watch her? He only wanted to come on this expedition for a little excitement and to see his old kingdom. I know he was entrusted to watch the queen back when the kingdom was cursed, but he turned into her accomplice more than her jailor.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
He’s a lot more than he looks, trust me. He’ll manage her just fine. She’ll be there when we get back and he’ll stay the course as befits the kingdom.”
Yes, and he will discover that she wasn’t the one making the bad drugs.
The pack might not be within the village yet, quelling any rebellion.
Likely won’t be any…
Tanix took it, his face glowing pink as he peered in. “That’s pretty. I’ve never heard of a glowing flower.”
So not the same as everlass then…
“You guys here to take that dud?” he asked immediately, his busted lip curling.
Smh. Wrong thing to say bud…
I’d barely been able to breathe by the end of his tirade, shaking with rage. Everything might’ve been true. Certainly seemed so, at any rate.
Seriously? After reading the notes he had on his desk you that easily take his word?
She’d purposely kept the woman suppressed, and in so doing, ensured the woman would be despised by her co-worker and likely many others in this backwards village.
Now think bigger Weston… that’s not the only reason she would keep her suppressed. Don’t gloss over it.
A few benches ringed around the edge, all empty, and sheds lined the north side.
Isn’t it the middle of the night?
“But they must have a market for personally made items, little things to trade to keep their community going.”
They do speak so why not just ask
“What sort of a neighbor is this woman?” I asked, stopping in the middle of the walkway.
Is Weston still walking around naked?
They said her mama went to all sorts of alphas—one that got her with child, if you can believe that.
What? That doesn’t make sense.
Why was Granny keeping this village locked in a time warp? To control them?
Obviously. You just found out how they are able to leave the village…
She has a collection of spices, as well. Grab those.”
🤣🤣🤣 The spices though Weston! 🤣🤣🤣
“Good almost-morning, Highness. How did you sleep?” he asked pleasantly. Then he grimaced, a silly, pencil-thin mustache pulling tight over full lips. “Oops. Sorry, wrong job.
Lordt, Hadriel…
His smile practically glittered and, strangely, it seemed utterly genuine. Almost comforting.
Yes, that is Hadriel for you…!
“Well, the last time something like this happened, that woman happened to be a rage-monger dragon and I was lucky she didn’t take it out on me.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
I can’t find anyone to play ‘open wide, here comes the cock’
Wow… 🤣🤣🤣
If a guy can’t figure out the right time for a hard asshole fingering, what fucking good is he, know what I mean?” He shook his head. “I just can’t help him.”
🤣🤣🤣
but this guy? It was like he was burrowing into my mind and scrambling everything until I couldn’t help but come to the surface to get some air.
Yep. That’s Hadriel for you!
I twisted my wrists, pulling at the binding. I didn’t give a shit if someone found me later, so long as it was someone else. Anyone but this guy. I needed to escape this madness.
Did she miss the whole “killed too many people” bit?
