was sure would be death. Standing beneath the water spray until it grew cold, she accepted the finality of the way things were and what she had to do. Her father made himself clear about the sacrifices for her kind that had to be made.
Bridon may have gained what he wanted, and she hoped he enjoyed their time together while it lasted. In the end, nothing would change.
The vampire king was doomed to lose his Fated.
Only this time it would be forever.
* * *
The Otherworld
Province of Fenrir and the Kingdom of Norvallen
“You have to stop this, Dom.” Amber groaned in exasperation. “I’m fine—the baby is fine.”
“I wouldn’t recommend going there with me,” he grumbled, returning her stare, brown irises flashing gold. “I’m still furious with you.”
She sighed, relaxed, and reclined in the multitude of pillows at her back along the headboard of their bed. Dom returned to his task, situating things around their bedroom so she wouldn’t have to wander far in the event he wasn’t nearby to assist her. If she had another eight months of this to face, she wasn’t sure she could endure it. Dominic was domineering enough as it was. Like this, he would be unbearable.
“The doctor said I was fine. Bed rest isn’t necessary.”
He stopped and turned. He was magnificent, even when furious, and not in the least bit threatening to her, though he stood well over six and a half feet. His short brown hair matched the thick brows that arched slightly over his glistening eyes.
“You will stay exactly where you are, sweetheart. No more unnecessary risks.”
“But Willow—”
“No, Amber.” Dom’s tone brooked no tolerance for argument.
“We owe it to Micah.” Amber tried to keep her composure, walking a precariously thin line. “We gave him our word to watch over Willow. You know what her father intends to do. It’s no better than what he did to his son!”
“Shh!” He growled and rushed to her side. “Do you want someone to overhear you?”
Scoffing at him, she motioned toward the magikally enchanted bedroom walls. “No one can hear our conversations here.”
“Still.” He kissed her softly and pulled away, the scent of concern and fear coming off his skin. “It’s not worth the risk. We are still being monitored, keirah .”
She smiled, adoring the rare occasion when he spoke to her in Wolven tongue and called her the love of his life. It was an endearment reserved for the most intimate of moments—when they made love or conversed in private.
Dominic was a powerful beta and would have been Micah’s second if things hadn’t taken such a tragic turn. Watching as her Fated was forced to submit to the king was heartbreaking. She knew if it hadn’t been for his vow to protect Willow or his love for her, he would have left the pack and gone rogue long ago.
“We have to do something,” she said softly, meeting his gaze. “Willow sacrificed herself for our child. We are in her debt.”
Dominic’s hand came down, curving around her still-flat abdomen. “I can make a trip to Mathilda’s and attempt to speak with Trace Locke. Everyone knows he’s close to Bridon. Perhaps he’d be willing to share information.”
“What if she’s hurt?” she whispered as tears came to her eyes.
“That’s not possible, keirah . You have to stop listening to the rumors spread by the pack and remember something. The way that we feel about each other is the way it is for all Fated mates. Bridon would never harm Willow. It goes against everything he is as a male.”
“But he’s a vampire.”
“So?” Dom shrugged and lifted his hand, brushing a strand of her thick black hair behind her shoulder. “Savannah was a vampire, and you saw her devotion to Micah. We may be different, but our hearts functions exactly the same. Willow is safer with Bridon than she is among her own people.”
“That’s why we have to stop her before it’s too late. There is so little time—”
She started to
Bridon may have gained what he wanted, and she hoped he enjoyed their time together while it lasted. In the end, nothing would change.
The vampire king was doomed to lose his Fated.
Only this time it would be forever.
* * *
The Otherworld
Province of Fenrir and the Kingdom of Norvallen
“You have to stop this, Dom.” Amber groaned in exasperation. “I’m fine—the baby is fine.”
“I wouldn’t recommend going there with me,” he grumbled, returning her stare, brown irises flashing gold. “I’m still furious with you.”
She sighed, relaxed, and reclined in the multitude of pillows at her back along the headboard of their bed. Dom returned to his task, situating things around their bedroom so she wouldn’t have to wander far in the event he wasn’t nearby to assist her. If she had another eight months of this to face, she wasn’t sure she could endure it. Dominic was domineering enough as it was. Like this, he would be unbearable.
“The doctor said I was fine. Bed rest isn’t necessary.”
He stopped and turned. He was magnificent, even when furious, and not in the least bit threatening to her, though he stood well over six and a half feet. His short brown hair matched the thick brows that arched slightly over his glistening eyes.
“You will stay exactly where you are, sweetheart. No more unnecessary risks.”
“But Willow—”
“No, Amber.” Dom’s tone brooked no tolerance for argument.
“We owe it to Micah.” Amber tried to keep her composure, walking a precariously thin line. “We gave him our word to watch over Willow. You know what her father intends to do. It’s no better than what he did to his son!”
“Shh!” He growled and rushed to her side. “Do you want someone to overhear you?”
Scoffing at him, she motioned toward the magikally enchanted bedroom walls. “No one can hear our conversations here.”
“Still.” He kissed her softly and pulled away, the scent of concern and fear coming off his skin. “It’s not worth the risk. We are still being monitored, keirah .”
She smiled, adoring the rare occasion when he spoke to her in Wolven tongue and called her the love of his life. It was an endearment reserved for the most intimate of moments—when they made love or conversed in private.
Dominic was a powerful beta and would have been Micah’s second if things hadn’t taken such a tragic turn. Watching as her Fated was forced to submit to the king was heartbreaking. She knew if it hadn’t been for his vow to protect Willow or his love for her, he would have left the pack and gone rogue long ago.
“We have to do something,” she said softly, meeting his gaze. “Willow sacrificed herself for our child. We are in her debt.”
Dominic’s hand came down, curving around her still-flat abdomen. “I can make a trip to Mathilda’s and attempt to speak with Trace Locke. Everyone knows he’s close to Bridon. Perhaps he’d be willing to share information.”
“What if she’s hurt?” she whispered as tears came to her eyes.
“That’s not possible, keirah . You have to stop listening to the rumors spread by the pack and remember something. The way that we feel about each other is the way it is for all Fated mates. Bridon would never harm Willow. It goes against everything he is as a male.”
“But he’s a vampire.”
“So?” Dom shrugged and lifted his hand, brushing a strand of her thick black hair behind her shoulder. “Savannah was a vampire, and you saw her devotion to Micah. We may be different, but our hearts functions exactly the same. Willow is safer with Bridon than she is among her own people.”
“That’s why we have to stop her before it’s too late. There is so little time—”
She started to
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