My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King “Goddess, Blake! Are you going to tell me the message?” growls Callum. “Or am I going to beat it out of you?” Blake’s eyes glint. He clearly enjoys provoking Callum. “He’s in trouble. He needs your help.” “What trouble?” Despite the anger rippling out of Callum,…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King He pushes himself up onto his forearms. “Morning, Princess,” he says. He shifts so that his face hovers above mine. He keeps one arm over my body, cocooning me within his large frame. I keep my gaze on his, aware that if I look down, I…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King He saunters over to the alpha table and seats himself beside the acting Wolf King. “Aye, that he does,” says Robert, not bothering to lower his voice. “Something to do with the Southern lass, do you reckon? I wouldn’t be going around looking like I had…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King In fact, I no longer feel like stone at all. I feel as if I’m finally waking up. As the days pass, a restlessness grows inside me. It’s wild and dark and aching. It is as if my soul is responding to the crackle of energy…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Slowly, he turns around. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and a couple of dark strands of hair stick to his forehead. There are scars on his torso, too, but my gaze is held by the strange look on his face. I step back,…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I find out what it is when I burst into a clearing. A fast-moving river cuts the path ahead, crashing against the rocks and weaving to the right. I veer left but there is a thicket of thorns so thick there is no way through. “No…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King Blake’s head turns. I recognize the intent too late to do anything about it. Blake leaps on top of me as Callum races across the clearing. The wind is knocked out of my lungs. My pulse thunders as I push Blake’s head back, my fingers sinking…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I follow the group through the castle. We pass the kitchens, then head down a stairway to a dark room beneath the castle. We must be in the infirmary. There are shelves filled with small jars and pots along the walls, and a workstation littered with…

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I watch the gash in Ryan’s side, fascinated. The blood loss is slowing. Blake is hurting him, yes. But he’s fixing him, too. Becky doesn’t see it, though. She throws herself at Blake. With his free hand, he grabs her arm. “Take her outside,” he says….

Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King I don’t fight the smile that spreads across my face. Blake looks at me curiously. Then his gaze flits lazily to the door. “You seem to be in some pain yourself, little rabbit,” he says. “Muscular pain, from your journey here, I presume. If you come…