Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,39

her.

“You realize that’s only one-sided, right? Raven Gallagher—”

“Princess Fallyn,” Milos corrected.

“Whatever you want to call her, I don’t even care. The only thing I do know is that she doesn’t love you, the same way you don’t love me.”

“She doesn’t love me yet. But once she gets to know me better, she’ll love me. Just watch and see,” Milos told her.

“I’m pretty sure that if she hasn’t loved you during the five-hundred years during which she’s known you, your love will never be returned,” Iris replied. Then, bitterly, she added, “Join the unrequited lovers club.”

“Would you stop that? You know there are reasons why we can never be together, Iris. Good reasons.”

“The only reason I know of is Raven Gallagher,” Iris replied. “I’m pretty sure if she wasn’t on this earth at all, the two of us would be together—the way it was always meant to be.”

“Stop with that nonsense. You and me not being together has absolutely nothing to do with the Princess.” He paused for a moment. “I am going to leave you here with her alone to draw her blood. Can I trust you not to kill her?”

“You really think I would kill her?” Iris snorted with laughter.

“If the shoe fits.”

“I’ll draw her blood, but don’t expect me to be the one to deliver it.”

“Fair enough.” Milos paused. “I have more werewolves coming to kiss her later. The sooner we figure out who the third part of the Triangle is, the better. Then we can stop keeping her captive.”

“And then we can kill her,” Iris said matter-of-factly.

“We will never kill Princess Fallyn. How dare you suggest such a thing?” Milos asked.

“It would be the smartest thing for us to do. Otherwise, she can kill all three of us and eliminate the Triangle. It will be her first mission.”

“Princess Fallyn would never want to kill me,” Milos said.

I had to hold in a laugh at his confidence. I wasn’t sure why he seemed to think I was in love with him when I wasn’t. In fact, I hated him and if I ever got out of this dungeon, killing him would be the first mission on my list.

“You do realize that once we let her out of this hellhole, we’re going to be dealing with her mates, right?” Iris asked.

“I’d like to see them try. Once the Triangle has been formed, her mates will be too weak to do anything to physically harm me.”

I breathed a huge sigh of relief as the realization that he hadn’t said the Darken were dead.

I had tried to convince both Iris and Milos to tell me if my mates were okay, and neither of them had given me a straight answer before now.

I hadn’t felt like my mates were dead. It was hard to explain, but I could still feel a connection to all of the Darken, even though I hadn’t been able to communicate with any of them. It was this energy I felt sometimes, an energy that let me know they were still okay. But this was the first confirmation I had officially gotten that let me know they were okay.

“Besides, I’m not worried about her ever seeing her mates again once she leaves this dungeon.”

“I’m not sure how you figure,” Iris replied.

“Easy. I am going to marry her once the Triangle has been formed.”

“You plan to marry her?” There was an unmistakable jealousy in Iris’s voice. I knew it was because she wanted to be the one to marry Milos, not me.

“She will have no reason not to love me once I am one of the strongest Alphas in the entire world,” he replied, his voice just dripping with arrogance. “She will be my Queen, and together, we will take over the entire world.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Iris replied. “You’re already a really strong and powerful werewolf, and she wants no part of you.”

I heard the sound of his bones twisting and cracking then, and a moment later, a low primal growl came from his body.

I could see him on the other end of the dungeon: He had turned into a large, gray wolf.

Iris had really pissed him off.

“You need to relax, Milos.”

He growled at her again.

“I’ll open the door for you,” she said, climbing the dungeon stairs again. “I’m going to draw her blood.”

A moment later, I heard the sound of his padded feet hitting against the stairs as he climbed up them.

I saw Iris’s face as she came into view.

“Nurse Iris, at your service.”