"Tell me it meant nothing to you. Tell me I mean nothing to you. Look me in the face and tell me, but don't you dare lie to me."

His jaw is rigid as he looks down at me, his eyes stormy and so dark blue that they are nearly black. 

"If you meant nothing then this would be easier," he says. His hands are trembling, fisted in my shift and I press myself against him. "If you meant nothing," he says, his lips just above mine. "Then I would not have to walk away."

***

Ella Crow was going to be the next Alpha of her pack, instead turning out to be an outcast with no supernatural gift.

Christian St Clair is a royal vampire who seems unable to control his hunger for Ella. Everything around her seems to be one mystery after another and it's not a world that a country girl from a woodland pack knows how to travel. 

Is there love to be found on the brink of war?

The Children of the Moon is created by Harriett Nielsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Children of the Moon

My cell is comfortable for what it is. I expected a damp hole with bars and no light, or maybe a cage. I expected to be starved and beaten but instead the room is tidy and clean, the bed is hard but not dirty and there are three very simple meals a day. 


It's almost comfortable. I'm not sure whether I should be encouraged by this or saddened that it's better than my own father used to treat me. 


"I'll send missives to my father," Isabel says, stalking back and forth outside the one door into my living quarters. It is all bars, too close together for me to slip through. I lounge on my bed watching her pace and a warmth flutters in my chest every time she glances at me with that mingling of worry and rage in her eyes. 


My only friends in the world are perhaps the most powerful beings in this camp and they are spending so much of their time trying to save my life. They still want me. That makes me cry a little on very lonely nights. 


Chapter 40: In prison