Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Garrick has been named as the heir to Aurevale. My parents are getting old, and I think they’d like to retire, so Garrick will be the next king. It’s a good choice. I’m happy for him and I know with him on the throne, our two kingdoms will both be healthy and prosperous for a long time to come.
“Bellara!” my second oldest son Fenrik shouts from the wall of the castle. “They’re here!”
I smile when I see my four girls bursting out of the water, phasing into their wolves mid-stride, and taking off like a hungry Hollowborn is on their tails.
“Don’t approach the horses as wolves!” I shout after them.
They don’t turn around. Those poor horses are going to have the fright of their lives. Just like I did when I arrived.
But luckily, I had my two mates waiting for me, which turned my nightmare into a dream.
I smile as I remember how fresh and inexperienced I was with my pink dress and silk slippers. I’ve come a long way since then.
The past decade and a half with Cassius and Tovik by my side has been magical. I feel like I’m living in a fairy tale whenever I see the possessive way they look at me.
I start to get a tingling heat down there, and that’s something only the Blood Alphas of Varkhar can take care of, so I wipe myself off, get dressed, and head back to the castle.
My arousal is a full-on inferno as I walk into the Kings’ room and see them both hunched over the large map.
Cassius, who undoes me with nothing but a sly look and a wicked grin, who still makes my breath catch after all these years.
Tovik, whose strong hands on my skin feel like coming home every single time, whose growl I will never, ever get tired of hearing.
My kings. My mates. My whole heart, split perfectly in two.
Somehow, impossibly, these beautiful Wolf Kings belong to me.
“Princess,” Cassius says with a grin when he sees me slipping into the room. I’m the queen, but when it’s just the three of us, he still likes to call me that. I never tell him, but I like it too. It takes me back to being a young, inexperienced virgin when they showed me what it meant to be their mate. “Just the person we want to see.”
“You’re not sick of me yet?” I ask with a grin.
Tovik shakes his head fiercely. “Never, my mate. Never.”
I grin as the fire in my belly burns hotter. They can sense my arousal and it sparks their own. I can see it in their flaring nostrils and heated eyes.
I close the door and secure the lock.
The Kings are in a lustful mood.
This is going to be fun.
The End