“Something's different about you, Selina,” Henry said as he put a hand on my waist while gripping my hand with the other. We were in the middle of Lyall Palace's great hall, about to partake in the tradition to be the very first to hit the dance floor at every party. I had organized this one in honor of the winter solstice.It was like my heart stopped for a second and I swallowed nervously.“W-what do you mean?” I asked, grasping his shoulder and his hand, trying to sound casual. I purposely gave our chests space so that he wouldn't feel my heartbeat. Did he know? Had he found out about me and Jasper? How? Did Jasper talk? My eyes scoured the ball room for the man in question and I saw him sitting on the fainting couch in the corner with a girl in each arm. While I was being questioned, he was out there laughing and flirting with girls. I tried to keep my composure. All the nobles in the land were in attendance and everyone was watching us. The moment the music started, Henry and
“What do you think about magic?” I asked, looking at Clifford intently.My personal butler stopped pouring my wine for a split of a second before finishing his task and standing beside me again.“I believe magic is dangerous, Your Royal Highness. It should be considered illegal,” he replied, his face darkening for a few seconds before being formal again.“Why do you think that?” I was surprised that he had such a strong stance about it. Something must have happened in his past for him to react that way. I listened carefully as he spoke, hearing the conviction in his voice loud and clear.“Magic is unnatural, ma’am. It goes against the natural order of things. It can have unpredictable consequences and can be easily abused by those who wield it.”“But magic can do good as well. Maybe heal someone from a disease or help us in battle?” I pressed on, waiting for the perfect moment to insert the topic of love potions into the conversation.“I understand your point, ma’am, but I have seen to
“No. Absolutely not!” I got up from the bench outside of the establishment and looked through the window. Shania was arguing with an older woman with long, white hair behind the counter. I remembered her as the same person I met in that same bookstore a few months ago. If that was Vevila Callaghan, it was no wonder there was a witches’ bible on the shelves back then.“Are you trying to get me arrested?” the woman hissed. She walked briskly past Shania and locked the door of the store. Vevila gave me the side eye when she passed by the window to return to her POS terminal, but didn’t say anything.“C’mon, Vevila, help a girl out,” Shania said while leaning on the counter. “My friend is head over heels in love with this guy, but he’s completely clueless. She thinks a love potion could help her out, and I thought, who best to ask than a witch, right?”“Wrong, and don’t call me by that name.” Vevila took a stack of books from the counter and put them on the shelves behind her. “I’m calle
“That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!”“You’re—kidding...” I muttered in shock.“I wish.” Shania picked up the heavy, leather bound book and brushed off some lint or dust. “Do you know how much I’ve tried so hard to find this book over the years?” She wasn’t slurring now and must’ve sobered up. “All this time, it’s just right there outside.”“Wait, wait,” I said, still confused. I tapped the book with my index finger. “That can’t be. I’ve seen a witch’s bible before, in that store, too. This isn’t it.”“So there’s two? Fascinating.” Shania sat on her bed. One could tell there was something brewing in her mind when she fell silent, flipping the pages of the Grimoire slowly. I almost jumped when she looked up at me, her face blazing with emotion. “Can you really read this?”“I mean… I can only see the scribbles, not read them but… I can try.”“Then try. Here.”I scanned each yellowish-brown page carefully with my eyes, squinting and turning it this and that, side to side, to see
“I’m pregnant.” Oh, my gods, I’m pregnant. That fact just felt more real when I said it out loud. Jasper stopped polishing the short sword he had in his hand to stare at me. He didn’t look angry or anything. His face was devoid of emotion and I think that was even scarier. “Congratulations,” he said. “Y-you're… the father.” I said the last bit in a whisper. I was nervous before, but after I said that, I was terrified. I realized I shouldn’t have confronted him all alone in the large gym, and while he was handling a blade like that. After I asked him to stay away from me, there I was weeks later, announcing the end of his bachelor life. His literal life if anyone ever found out. I touched the concealed pistol I always kept on my thigh. I know he’s faster, but if he even looked at me wrong, I would— “Are you sure you're pregnant?” he asked, making me flinch in surprise. There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, but overall, his countenance was calm. I relaxed. Calm was good. A
“Ahhh, s-stop...” That was a pathetic attempt to stop Jasper from ravishing my b reasts, even I knew it. I heard it. My moans and gasps. The lewd sounds our bodies were making as we did it in the dark, cramped storage room behind the gym. It was humiliating... a princess like me, being taken by an occult standing up, with clothes on, in that dusty place. But the thought that anyone could discover us there does wonders to my mind and body. It was thrilling. It was scary. It was dirty. I was delirious with desire. It must be the same for Jasper because he was pounding on me like mad. He was stirring my insides, hitting my sweetest spot. He was relentless. I stared at his face when his mouth left my b reasts. His eyes were big with wonder as he stared back at me. I don’t know if it’s still my pregnant brain’s doing again, but I want to kiss him so badly. And that’s what I did. I grasped both of his cheeks and leaned in. I teased his lips and they opened,
“Would you like to take a shower?” “No, thank you!” I pushed him again and as soon as he yielded, I bolted out of the storage room and into the afternoon light. However, there were so many people roaming around in the quad, I couldn’t bring myself to walk past them in the state I was in. I mean, if I was asked why I was so dirty, I could just stay silent and ignore them. But thinking about the rumor that it would start... I hid behind the bushes and sat there, not knowing what to do. Maybe I should have listened to Jasper and stayed in the storage room until the sun set, taking up his offer of a shower because I was itching like crazy from all the dust... but being with him in the same room was dangerous. Now that I had the time to mull things over, I realized how stupid I was to let the Lycan duke get in my pants again. I was doing great all those weeks ago when I was avoiding him, but as soon as we were alone in the same room, we couldn't keep our hands off
He didn’t stop until he was satisfied. Which meant we did it in every corner of that shower room: by the lockers, the benches, by the door. I wasn’t sure how many times we did it, but we did it until the sun came down and the gym was flooded in darkness. “Hey, watch it!” I said, annoyed when the duke’s hand brushed my red, swollen n ipples while he was soaping me from behind. They hurt because of how much he manhandled them earlier. Actually, my entire body ached, especially my pelvic area. He was a monster. “Sorry.” He apologized but I could hear that he was smirking and true enough, he rubbed my nips with his thumbs, earning a whine out of me. “S-stop!” I cried in between moans of pain and pleasure. Jasper stopped, chuckling, before pumping some more liquid soap into his hands to continue washing me. His hands were so hot, so rough. Every part of me that he touched felt like an erogenous zone. “I wanna try this one next time,” he whispered as his mi