Taming the Wolves (Viking Omegaverse, #2)

by Lyx Robinson

I see now the sense in Thrain’s words, how there is a stark difference between making the choice yourself and bending under the unstoppable rush of events that are out of your control.

Choosing me… and it feels just as much of a stolen moment as it did before.

“Don’t think I do not want this,” I tell her. We’re still speaking quietly, as though the moment were so fragile that to speak too loudly would break it. “But there’s so much I would want to give you that I’m in no position to give.”

He laces his fingers between mine. The contact is familiar now, but it still pulls me closer to him somehow, like stitches tying together two seams.

Princess of Strathclyde. Causantin’s pawn. Uradech’s bait.

That is perhaps what a daughter’s love is; caring even after the one you love spites you, calls you cursed, tells you that you are what is wrong with the world. You can try and fold yourself into a good girl as much as you like, it will not earn you their love in return.