Belle wandered through the tunnels of the cave, when she hoped to return here she hadn’t expected it would be merely a week later. Nia was pacing within her, anxious to get on with it, desperate to see if Layke could live up to his word when he promised his dominance. Belle, on the other hand, was sceptical still. Layke dropped their bags in the living room with a loud thud as his phone began to ring. Belle turned to face him with a smirk, “need to get that, Charming?” She was challenging him and he knew it, he quirked his brow at her. She had no idea how wrong about him she was. He could also sense how hard her wolf was riding her to have him, but Belle had promised him a struggle. He glanced at his phone, he really didn’t want to answer right now but when his saw his father’s name on the caller ID, he figured he better. He glanced at Belle expectantly before nodding towards the tunnel which led to their bedroom. “I’ll be following you in there in 10 minutes. We’ll let the struggli

“Did he say why he wanted to meet us here?” Belle asked, tapping her finger against Layke’s desk impatiently. Layke shook his head. “He said the attack was over shortly after it had begun.” Rai slumped into one of the chairs. “Did he say anything about casualties?” “No,” Layke replied. “Just that they had been attacked and to meet him here.” Immi tilted her head in thought. “Perhaps the witch we were tracking today was there. That would explain why she wasn’t home.” Belle frowned, leaving Layke’s side, sitting beside her friends. “Perhaps.” Layke narrowed his eyes at her, instantly missing her closeness. God damn mark. Before anyone could raise any further questions, the door to Layke’s office swung open and Prince Henrie marched in. His auburn hair was scrapped back, frown lines creasing his face. He appeared stressed, but not as stressed as one should be when their entire kingdom was just attacked. Prince Henrie stepped to the side, allowing a petite raven-haired woman to ste

Belle squirmed in her sleep, her general drowsiness fighting against the feverish pleasure dancing along her neck. She hummed, briefly feeling Layke’s lips twist into a smirk against her skin. Balancing in the in-between state of being awake and fast asleep, Belle felt his rough hands gently trail down her arms, before he cupped her bare ass and pulled her closer to him. His kisses trailed down her back to her shoulder, sending little electric pleasure shots straight to her core. Not wanting to get into a battle for dominance so early in the morning, Layke took what was his and let his thick, talent finger begin stroking in and out of her while his sharp teeth continued to nibble on her shoulder. Belle’s sleep fog soon cleared up, there were no room for thoughts as the pleasure kept spiking through her body. She didn’t know if this was a dream or reality, but she didn’t care. After they had found those bodies a few days ago, her stress had been building and this was the only way she

Belle swirled in front of the mirror, basking in the way her floor-length, wine-red velvet dress twirled around her. The off-the-shoulder leaves continued into a sweetheart neckline, before creating a silhouette down to her upper thigh where the material ended at the front. At the back, the velvet material continued into a chapel train. Her blue hair was styled in loose curls, sported in a half-up half-down do while her neck was dripping in diamonds. “Layke is going to die when he sees you in that.” Sutton grinned, putting on the final finishing touches of her own outfit. She had gone for a black corset style dress, which flowed into a short skirt amplifying her long legs. “That just means she looks hot.” Immi winked, fiddling with her bangle. “I hope Beau thinks the same about me tonight.” She sighed dreamily, doing a final look in the mirror. Immi had gone for a similar dress to Belle, only hers was emerald and rather than it being off-the-shoulder, her dress had a square neckline

Belle had joined the training session with Beau, deciding she needed to let off some steam after her encounter with Beryl. She didn’t know who irritated her more, the Wicked Witch of the West or the Barbie doll. But either way, between the pair of them, Belle had a lot of pent-up anger. The warriors were getting into great shape, learning how to use their new strength to their advantage brilliantly and Belle was impressed by the work Beau had done so far. He’d trained them well, helping them individually figure out their strengths and weaknesses and working deeper on each of them. She could see why Beau had the title of head enforcer. Belle even got to spar with Beau for a while. He wasn’t up to Layke’s standard, meaning she had an advantage over him, but he still gave her a run for her money. When the training was done, Belle was in need of a serious shower, but first… something had been playing on her mind. “Have you seen Sierra lately?” she asked Beau, tilting her head as she wa