LOGINPrincess Avalea, a Venusian Witch and the heir to the throne of the magical kingdom of Altair, finds herself on the run after witnessing the assassination of her father, the King. Helpless and hurt, she is forced to seek refuge with Aldrich, a Werewolf, a Cursed One. While Venusian Witches are the highest, the purest amongst all magical beings in Altair, the Werewolves, also known as the Cursed Ones are the lowliest, the crassest, the crudest. They're savages who have gained entry into Altair by deceitful means. Or at least, that's what Princess Avalea has been led to believe. With assassins after her own life and a traitor to weed out, the only person Princess Avalea can trust, ironically, is Aldrich the Werewolf. As he nurses her back to health, her prejudices begin to dissolve, and a bond develops between the savagely handsome werewolf and the pure, ethereally beautiful witch princess. But Aldrich has secrets. Deep, dark secrets that can shatter Avalea's heart and leave it broken beyond repair.
View MoreAvaleaDid Aldrich actually bite me? It hurts, but the pain feels so good. Why does it feel so good? I want more of it, more of him, more of everything. Something tells me he hasn’t even begun to pleasure me yet. Even then, I’m nearly out of my mind. I’m writhing underneath him, craving for him to make me his.He scrapes his teeth over my collarbone again, moving down, down, down. His face is nestled between my breasts. From there, he looks up, his eyes boring into me. I see the wolf inside him so clearly. It sends a fresh thunderbolt of desire right down to my core.The tight nub hidden between the folds of my sex is throbbing in earnest, begging for his touch. But Aldrich is taking his time. I want to urge him to hurry up. Something tells me he will not heed my words.His tongue darts out, circling one pebbled peak. I arch my back, begging for more. When his lips close around my nipple, I cry out his name, my hands pulling his head closer to my breast greedily. With his other hand
AldrichI cannot believe my ears. I cannot believe what I’m about to do next.Walking into the hut and seeing Ava naked–it blew my mind. She is exquisite. I knew she was beautiful, but she is beyond beautiful. She’s ethereal. Her skin is so soft, so delicate underneath my rough hands. I fear merely touching her will leave marks. But I want to mark her, want to make her mine. I want to bite the tender flesh at the junction of her neck and shoulder, right next to her collarbone where I can see her pulse racing. My wolf is dying to be unleashed. He wants to taste her too. He wants her to be ours.I tell him it cannot happen. She can never be truly ours. The huge chasm between us because of the circumstances of our birth can never be overcome.But at this moment, I have her. That has to be enough.I smoothen out the animal-skin rug on the pallet. It is dusty from our adventure last night, and I hesitate to lower Ava on it. She’s a princess, used to all sorts of riches. I wish I could
AvaleaSomething has changed between Aldrich and I. I felt it in that stunned look he gave me when I came out of the privy, and I can feel it now, the minute he walked into the hut.He’s avoiding my gaze and looking in my direction all too much.“Is everything alright?” “Yes. Sure. Why shouldn’t it be?”Why is his voice strangely high-pitched? He is behaving really oddly. “I’ll clean the hare outside. Wouldn’t want to get it all bloody and messy here.”“I can…”He steps out.“... clean it up.”Well, that was interesting. I’ll talk to him later, when he’s ready. Meanwhile, I have a ritual to prepare for. The Blood Ritual demands that one be pure, physically and mentally. I have to cleanse. I wish I could have a real soak in a steaming tub of hot water. Unfortunately, that’s not a luxury we have. But I have my magic. I hug my middle, a huge smile on my face. I have been feeling so invincible in my own power lately. To think I was only restricting myself to what the Council allowed.
AldrichLast night after our little chat, we slept in each others’ arms, just holding each other.I woke up earlier than Ava, before sunrise. It feels wonderful to wake up next to her, without having to worry about rushing back to the pack. I could get used to this. With a silent sigh, I force myself to move past this feeling. Ava and I are worlds apart. It’s never going to work between us. I need to keep reminding myself that.I have been given the privilege of keeping her safe—for a short duration of time. A very short duration. No long-term plans. We just need to focus on getting through the day unharmed.For now, I need to get us food and water. There are some essentials that I brought with me yesterday: dried meat and hard flour biscuits. Both of those things taste only a little better than dirt, but they’ll help us survive if going out becomes impossible. With so many enemies after us, that time might come sooner than I expected. We are under threat from three different fronts
AvaleaI don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I come to, I’m once again staring into the Werewolf’s silver-gray eyes. They’re not glowing this time, thanks to the bright sunlight flooding the hut. I try to sit up, but wince as pain shoots up my leg. I’m still feeling light-headed.The We
AldrichI run through the forest as fast as I can, my powerful legs eating up the floor. The forest serves as a boundary between the city with its civilized, refined residents, and us beasts. Until a month previously, we too lived in the city, albeit on the very fringes, in cheap housing complexes
AvaleaWhen the Werewolf leaves, I force myself to rein my tears in. Shame and unease wash over me. I should not have shown him just how much of a wreck I am right now. Werewolves are savages. And after what the Council and Father did just last month, they hate my kind more than ever. What’s to st
Aldrich I don't want to leave her, but the alpha is expecting us. I’m dragging my feet as I walk back, too tired to shift. I think Roark suspects I’m up to something. When Roark walked into the hovel earlier this morning just as I’d finished packing the essentials to take back to the hut, he was
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