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“Your Highness, wait. Let me accompany you,” Malek called firmly from where he was.
Alex saw Vasilis shoot his guard a look that made Malek go still. Once away from everyone, he turned to Alex and took her by the shoulders. She gasped as she stared up at his face. He looked furious. Without another word, he dragged her into his arms and lowered his head.
Her senses exploded as soon as his mouth touched hers. His arms went around her waist and he crushed her body against his, his mouth moving with a ruthless hunger over hers. He nearly lifted her off the ground as he ground her body against his.
Alex gasped under the passionate onslaught of his kiss and his tongue plunged into her mouth. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her hands squeezing between them to push him, but he was immoveable.
He tightened his hold on her as he continued to kiss her. Alarmed and excited, she felt his erection pressing against her and her stomach jolted violently at the flare of passion exploding in her limbs. His tongue explored her mouth ruthlessly and she stiffened, realising with a start she was kissing him back with matching ardour. She moaned under his mouth, trying to control her body’s treacherous response to his kiss, but couldn’t.
Darts of pleasure coursed through her body as he kissed her with a hunger that almost frightened her. He ran his hands up and down her back, releasing a strangled groan against her mouth and she nearly melted at the sheer pleasure threatening her defences. What if someone could see them? She tried pushing him away again, but he grabbed her hands from his chest and dragged them around to her lower back. He held her prisoner, kissing her with a brutal passion she found alarming and exciting.
Oh God, she was melting again and she drew her head back as another moan escaped her lips. He lifted his head, his expression taut with desire, his gaze almost predatory in nature and he growled under his breath.
“You drive me mad with desire, woman,” he said hoarsely. “I want to take you now.”
Alex was weak, her gaze wavering under his intensity and she closed her eyes. “Everyone will see,” she said, her tone husky.
He trailed hot kisses on her neck and instinctively she pressed her lower body against his hard member. He sucked in a harsh breath and stiffened violently. Slowly he released her hands and withdrew deliberately, his breathing laboured. She opened her eyes in a daze.
His nostrils were flared, his mouth tense, his breathing coming out in sharp rasps. He was staring at her with a smouldering gaze. “At least now I know why you travelled through bandit territory.”
She was transfixed by his eyes. They bore down so hard on hers, she felt like he was trying to penetrate her soul.
“To compete in my father’s blasted contest,” he added harshly.
“Yes,” she replied in a small voice, afraid.
“To have enough coin to help your sister?” he asked harshly.
She nodded numbly.
He swore roughly under his breath, running a rough hand through his hair. “From the first moment I saw the little one, I thought she looked pale because of the long journey. I didn’t know she was ill. Why didn’t you tell me she had an ailment of the lungs?”
“I didn’t think she was going to have another attack.” Suddenly, her earlier fears returned, splashing cold water on her unbidden desire and she panicked. “My God, it’s my fault she’s had another attack. The journey was too much for her. She…she always has attacks when…when she’s overly excited.” She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat.
With a grim face, he gathered her in his arms and held her close to his chest. “Hesta is the best in the land,” he said gruffly over her head. “If anyone can help the little one, it’s her.”
Alex closed her eyes and let the strength of his body calm her. The embrace was different from the one he gave her earlier. This one didn’t provoke passionate heat. This one made her feel profoundly safe, secure, cared for. She didn’t want this moment to end.
“Thank you for being so kind,” she mumbled against his chest. “And…and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was travelling to your kingdom to compete in the Royal Contest.”
A rough clearing of someone’s throat made her jump from his arms. Malek stood some ways from them with a look tinged with embarrassment.
“What is it?” Vasilis growled.
“I beg your pardon, Your Highness. I wanted you to know Ortega and Krako have finished setting up your tent.”
“Thank you,” Vasilis said, returning his gaze to Alex.
She was mortified. At the mention of Ortega and Krako, she instantly recalled their conversation at sunrise. Malek immediately took his leave and Alex gave Vasilis a glowering look.
“I see you’re back to being hostile with me again,” he remarked dryly. “Why?”
“I have my reasons.”
“You may act as though you feel nothing for me,” he began arrogantly, “but our kiss proved otherwise. Whether you win the contest or not, you will be mine.”
Her humiliation rose. “As what? Your mistress if I lose the contest? I won’t be anyone’s whore.” His face turned a dark shade of red, but she didn’t care. She was angry now. “You have enough women in your life. You don’t need me to add to your list of conquests.”
“What are you saying?”
“I know your reputation. You bed two or three women at a time and word is after you wed, you will continue to bed other women.” She pursed her lips. “I will not have the same life my mother did. She died giving birth to Ariel while my father was busy with a village whore.” He reached for her and she took a step back. “So don’t stand there all high and mighty and think just because I responded to your kiss I will fall into bed with you. I have things in my life far more important to focus on than a conceited, arrogant, womanizing brute.”
“I’m not the scoundrel you think I am. There are things about me you don’t know. Things you would never understand.”
She scowled. “I know that on the eve prior to our breakfast you were with three women. That night…that night I thought you…you…” She couldn’t finish. She’d believed he liked her, even cared for her and wanted to kiss her.
“I wasn’t with anyone that night,” he said roughly. “Since I’ve met you, I haven’t been with anyone.”
“Excuse me, but I need to go back to Ariel.”
* * * *
Alex had been by Ariel’s side for a good part of the night.
“Child, I have seen this form of lung ailment before,” Hesta explained. “Her attacks will never be completely cured, but with the right medication they can be controlled.” She smiled. “Do not fear. The little one is strong.”
“Thank you so much, Hesta. I’m so grateful for all your help. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
The older woman smiled kindly at her and motioned with a gnarly hand to the door. “Go. Get some fresh air. I’ll stay here with the little one.”
Alex nodded and bent down to kiss Ariel on the forehead. Her little sister was fast asleep and didn’t stir.
“I love you,” Alex whispered. Straightening, she cast another grateful look at Hesta. “I won’t be long.” She then left the tent, stepping out into the cool night air.
She wrapped her arms around her torso and looked around. She saw Nolan and Falk standing guard in front of her tent. She smiled at them and they smiled back.
She walked by the horses tethered to a makeshift corral and saw her black steed and Ariel’s Shetland resting comfortably.
All seemed to be fine, except her.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Vasilis and his kiss. Her stomach jolted. He’d opened a door to her heart she never thought existed and for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel in control.
A part of her wanted to stay away from him and another part of her wanted to desperately explore the treacherous way her body behaved around him.
One thing she knew for certain—he was as attracted to her as she was to him, but could she trust him?
He said there hadn’t been any women since he met her. Could she believe him?
She wanted to believe him and…she wanted him to kiss her again. Her face flushed with heat. She pictured them lying on a bed, naked, male flesh against female flesh, his hands trailing a hot path over her body, his mouth on her breasts.
She felt her heart stop. Oh God, she had to stop this crazy fantasy. She had to put him out of her mind because falling for him would only bring her heartache.
She walked further along the campsite until she came to the outer rim. She paused and looked across the dry landscape. The sun was almost below the horizon and the guards had already lit the fires along the camp, but beyond that, there was only darkness.
She frowned. What was that?
She heard it again. It almost sounded like a stampede in the distance where the darkness lay. She frowned again. It was getting closer.
Alex gasped. This time she clearly heard it. A mixture of howling and growling up ahead. It sounded like a pack of wolves!
She spun around and saw all the guards had sprung to their feet, staring ahead into the darkness. Something about them scared her. It was their expressions. They didn’t appear to be afraid. They looked predatory, wild.
She saw Vasilis run out of his tent and look ahead into the darkness. What she witnessed next defied belief. She stood there, stunned as she watched Vasilis clench his fists at his sides, his legs apart and raise his head to the heavens. The howl he released from his chest was deafening, eerie, animal.
Alex heard the sound of the wolves behind her getting closer, but she couldn’t move. She stared at Vasilis, her mouth agape. His body appeared to be growing right before her eyes and as it grew, his clothes ripped from his expanding flesh, leaving only a black short covering over his loins.
His gaze snapped to hers and she jumped back in fright. He was a Lycan! Hiroshi was right. They did exist!
She then screamed as she watched in horrified fascination as all the guards around her shifted into their Lycan or wolf forms. Vasilis vaulted through the air and landed in front of her. Stunned, she craned her neck way up to look at his face. His nine-foot frame towered over her, his amber coloured eyes staring down at her. She couldn’t move as she stared at his jowls, his brows meeting at the bridge of his nose, his long menacing incisors that looked like they could slice a boulder. His body! My God, his body had expanded by a foot all around in pure muscle. She was terrified.
He reached down and took her by the shoulders, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the ferocity of his appearance.
“Hide in your tent,” he growled in an inhuman voice.
“You’re…you’re a…” She couldn’t breathe.
“Go, dammit. They’re almost here.” He shook her gently. “They smell the little one!”
Alex gasped. Ariel! Without another thought, she ran back to her tent, glancing back to see the guards, a mixture of Lycans and massive wolves, lining themselves along the camp’s perimeter. They were in direct line of the pack of wolves speeding toward them. Vasilis sprung in the air, over their heads and landed at the front of his Lycan guards who carried their swords and bows.
This wasn’t happening, she thought wildly as she reached her tent and threw back the flap. She fell inside, gasping as she saw Hesta towering over Ariel who was still sleeping. The healer was also in her Lycan form.
She raised a sharp hand. “Child!” Hesta growled. “Please do not fear me. I would never hurt you or your sister.”
Alex felt faint as she gaped at Hesta’s frightening appearance. “I know,” she said, willing her heart to stop racing.
The healer growled her satisfaction before she turned to Ariel lying on the cot. “Thank the stars the sedative I gave her is still in her system,” she growled. “I wouldn’t want the child to witness this blood-filled night.”
Alex choked back on a strangled sob. She had to do something. She couldn’t just stand there and wait. “Hesta, where are my weapons?” She couldn’t protect Ariel from the werewolves with her bare hands. She needed her silver.
“They’re in the black crate next to the horses, but you cannot leave this tent, child.”
Her heart raced as she heard terrible noises coming from outside. She heard growls and sharp yelps, howling and thrashing. Her mind went to Vasilis and for a split second, she feared for his life. Panicked, she turned to the tent’s entrance.
“I have to get my weapons!”
“Stop!” Hesta growled. She threw her bow and arrow across the tent. Alex caught it. “Use my silver. I have my dagger.”
Alex nodded and crouched by the entrance, opening the flap enough for her to see what was happening outside. “Sweet Mother of God,” she whispered hoarsely, seeing the guards battle the wolves. Limbs were gashed, blood covered the site, arrows pierced fur. She felt sick watching a wolf gnash a chunk of flesh from another wolf. She prayed it was one of the guards who was the attacker and not the other way around.
She stiffened violently as she saw a wolf running toward her tent. With instinctive reflex, she drew back her bow and shot an arrow straight through its heart. Almost immediately, the wolf transformed into the figure of a naked man, the arrow trailing a string of blood on his bare chest.
Alex screamed and snapped her gaze back to Hesta. “It changed to a man!”
“Aye. We all do in death,” Hesta growled. “They’re an evil bunch, child. They hide in the mountains and attack on full moons to turn humans to their dark side.”
Alex looked back at the war going on outside, her bow readied for attack. “But it’s not a full moon tonight.”
“Tonight they want to feast on the little one.”
“They will have to die trying,” she said grimly as she kept her hand steady on her bow, ready to kill anything that approached her.
She caught her breath as she saw two grey wolves racing toward the tent. She drew back her bow, ready to release it, when she saw Vasilis in his Lycan form spring between them and grab their heads with his massive taloned hands. Alex froze as she watched the wolves twist and writhe from his grasp, biting into his flesh. He grabbed one by the neck and threw it in the air as a brown wolf approached menacingly from the left. Alex sucked in a harsh breath. She had to help him. She drew her bow back and aimed for one of the wolves, when Vasilis shifted into his wolf form. All she could see was a mass of fur and fangs, gnashing and ripping and she panicked. Vasilis was the massive black wolf, but they were all moving so fast she was afraid she was going to hit him by mistake.
She got a clear shot of one of the grey wolves and released her arrow. It struck him in the chest and the wolf immediately transformed into the body of a man as it fell dead to the ground.
The battle around the camp was dying down and she prayed none of the guards were hurt, but she couldn’t pay much attention to that because she still had her gaze pinned on Vasilis.
She watched him rise on his haunches, growling ferociously at the brown wolf. Slowly, he circled it, ready to pounce. Alex threw back the flap and stood outside of her tent. She drew back her bow and released another arrow to the grey wolf that was ready to attack Vasilis from behind.
Vasilis shifted into his Lycan form and snapped his amber gaze to her face. “Get back inside! Now!”
“You’re bleeding!” she yelled, feeling sick with fear at the bloody gashes on his chest.
With lightning speed, he vaulted to her and grabbed the arrow from her hand. Sprinting in the air, he landed on top of the brown wolf, digging the arrow deep into its chest.
Alex dropped her bow and stared numbly at the bloody scene all around her. Bodies upon bodies of naked men lay on the ground with either arrows through their hearts or deep gashes on their chests made from silver daggers. She saw the guards shift into their human forms, naked, as they collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. She inhaled sharply as their cuts and gashes and sliced flesh slowly disappeared.
She looked back at Vasilis and watched him shift into his human form.
He was naked, but she didn’t have time to pay attention to that startling fact because she was gaping at his torn flesh slowly healing and returning to normal.
He was breathing hard, his fists clenched, his face grim, as he slowly walked toward her. She parted her lips and released a tremulous breath as she ran her gaze over his muscular physique. A tremor shot through her body and the ground wavered beneath her feet. She whimpered, reaching out blindly to him as darkness surrounded her. She heard him swear roughly under his breath as his arms went around her. She was drifting away and couldn’t do anything about it.
He lifted her in his arms as she began to lose consciousness.
“My darling,” she thought she heard him say hoarsely as blackness overcame her.
Chapter Seven
She opened her eyes slowly and realised she wasn’t in her tent. She turned her head and saw Vasilis sitting next to her, staring at her with a curious mixture of regret, concern and something else she couldn’t define. Malek stood behind him while Hesta hovered over her like a mother hen.
“Oh, my poor child! What you had to witness,” the healer said.
“Leave us,” Vasilis said.
Malek immediately took his leave as Hesta fixed the blanket around Alex.
“I said leave us,” Vasilis said harshly. “That means, you, too.”
Hesta stopped what she was doing and gave him a small nod before hurrying away.
“Your sister is fine. She knows nothing of what transpired. All the bodies have been moved and buried,” he began in a grim tone.
Relief cascaded over her body. “And your guards? Are they…did anyone…”
“We lost no one, but our youngest, Roarke, is without his left leg below the knee.”
She gasped.
“We heal automatically,” he continued, “but if you lose a limb, you have lost it forever.”
She raised a shaky hand to her mouth. “Oh my God. Poor Roarke,” she whispered.
He leaned forward and braced his hands on each side of her body, his face close to hers. “I told you to stay in the tent. You could have been killed,” he said.
