Night Wolves: The Complete Special Edition Series

I lived in a gilded prison. There were fleeting moments, a few seconds here and there, when I forgot. And all I had to do to be reminded of my prison was glance over my shoulder. A demon was always a few feet back, watching me. Making sure I didn’t try to escape. Again.

I sighed and rinsed my mug in the sink, my eyes across the marble counter, where Minsi was seated finishing her cereal. For her, I tried my best to make this house—her house—not look like a prison, despite a second demon in the corner of the room watching her.

Worse than these two was the other half-wolf, half-demon who lived in this house as if he were the king. Well, in a way he was. Conri was the damn alpha, and we could do nothing about it.

I glanced across the family room to the left, where the foyer was located. Around a corner was the home office. Conri was in there and I knew that because of the two demons stationed outside the door. Demons infested this gilded prison.

A door opened.

I dropped the mug in the sink and went to Minsi. I pulled her chair back and helped her stand. “Why don’t you go upstairs and finish getting ready?”

She pointed to her unfinished cereal.

I grabbed the bowl and handed it to her. “You can finish it in your bedroom.”

Heavy footsteps echoed through the house.

“Just … go.”

Her hazel eyes widened, understanding dawning on her. With trembling hands, she took the bowl from me. The metal shackle on her wrist clinked mine, but we pretended we didn't hear it or feel it. I had decorated mine with leather straps and metal spikes and Minsi’s with pink yarn and bedazzle. Better to pretend these were pretty bracelets than shackles.