LOGINCW: Non consensual content and graphic violence. skip if you're uncomfortable.
RAVEN I stumbled back in shock, my eyes widening in fear, how did he figure that out? What gave it away? My gears hit overdrive, the pain in my neck now so far beneath my worries. I optioned for denial. “I'm female, my prince, where is this coming from?” At this rate, with the way my heart beat increased I wasn't far from dying from a heart attack. I was praying he found it convincing. He growled, the sound menacing. I immediately knelt down and bowed my head. “Forgive me my prince and tell me my sin so I may atone for it.” He scoffed, going down on his knees next to me. “Why don't I confirm myself.” Fisting my hair with his left hand, he jerked my head up. I gasped, wincing in pain as strands of my hair pulled out. With his right hand, prince Eilís flipped up my gown, his hand going underneath. I could feel his hand sliding up my thigh as we stared at each other, his gold eyes burning. My body was frozen, the fear holding me down, my limbs locked and refusing to move. His hand reached my groin, my face flaming when he took hold of my cock beneath the underdress. “I'll ask again, what's your gender?” “Male.” I gasped when he squeezed to the point of pain. “Do you realize what you've done? Do you know what the punishment of your deceit will be?” His voice was eerily calm as he asked, it added to my fear, it was like the calm before the storm. “Let me answer that for you, it's death…death by hanging.” His hand tightened on my shaft. I groaned in pain, tears dropping down my face as I blinked. “I plead for mercy.” He laughed, the sound maniacal. He sounded different from the man who'd promised not to hurt me or touch me without my permission. His released my hair, his hand going to my dress. He yanked, sending the sapphires tumbling and the gown ripping. I gasped again at the sight of his large hand between my thigh, his eyes followed mine and a twisted smile appeared on his lips. “That's a pretty sight.” He licked his lips. At that moment my limbs decided to unlock. I scrambled up in an attempt to run. He hauled me back by my waist, pushing me to the bed and laying atop me as I tried to fight him off. He moved back, holding me down with his left hand on my neck. I struggled to breath and at the same time tried to remove his hand from my throat. He ripped what remained of my clothes leaving me bare with nothing to cover. “A gorgeous sight indeed.” “I thought you preferred females.” I asked in between gasps. “A misconception on your part, why would I choose when I can have the best of both worlds?” He collected saliva from his mouth, once again wrapping his hand around my cock. He jerked up and down, repeating the motion without stopping. I gasped in disbelief as a sharp burst of arousal made me arch upwards, still in disbelief I hesitated in my struggle as I watched my cock rise in response to his stimulation. He let go, collecting another drop of saliva as he spreads my thighs with his knees between mine. This time his fingers went to my hole, gently caressing it before pushing in a finger. I renewed my vigour, thrashing on the bed and tearing at him in a desperate attempt to escape as the sparks of pain increased. I could feel when he added the second and third finger, the pain doubling as I sobbed, still not giving up in my escape attempt. He pegged something inside me and I arched up involuntarily as pleasure raced up my spine, the pain disappearing in an instant. He mercilessly continued, targeting that particular spot that turned me into a mumbling mess as my brain attempted to get used to the new sensations wracking my body. My body reacted traitorously, heat flaring even as my mind screamed no. I moaned and gasped, my body moving on its own, chasing the curve of his fingers in my ass so it relentlessly pressed against that pleasure spot. I felt high with the new found pleasure I was receiving. He removed his fingers much to my body's disapproval and unbuttoned his trousers. The sight of him taking out his cock jolted me back to my current predicament. He was long and thick, the crown leaking as he stared at my hole in what was akin to anticipation. “You promised not to touch me.” I said in a last attempt to reason with him. “I never made that promise, Eilís did.” “You're Eilís!” I shouted, taking in bursts of deep breaths when his hand released slightly from my throat. He smirked at me as he pushed in. “I guess I am.” I screamed. “It hurts,” I said, grabbing at his wrist where it rested next to my hip and digging in my nails as if for revenge. “It feels like you’re tearing me apart.” He checked to be sure, pulling his cock out the three inches he’d managed to insert it before shaking his head. “No blood. You’re fine.” I gaped at him. Then with a grin, he thrust forward, pumping his cock into me straight down to the root. His balls, slapping against my ass. I was crying and now both my hands were struggling to shove his shoulders and push him away. “Breathe through it,” he instructed calmly. “You got this.” “I fucking do not!” I ground my teeth. “I also fucking hate you!” “You hate my cock,” he corrected, “but that’ll change in a minute. Trust me.” He gave a tentative roll of his hips. A long, drawn-out moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. He smirked and resituated himself so that he was holding himself up on his forearms at either side of my head. With no other warning but that, he gave into his nature. His cock pounded into me over and over again, pummeling my insides with rapid strikes. On each inward thrust he buried himself as deep as he could go. I screamed beneath him, eventually wrapping my arms around his neck for purchase as my body was forced into the bed. My dick was caught between us, being rubbed against the trail of wiry black hairs that led down from his navel to my swollen cock. I was digging my nails into his shoulders and gasping by his ear. My thighs squeezed around his waist. “Come for me,” he ordered, bending down to deliver a possessive kiss, biting hard on my bottom lip at the end. Maybe it was the inkling of pain, or me simply liking to be dominated. Either way, one of those things shoved me over the edge, and in the next instant, I was crying out, my trapped cock spurting between us. I twitched, eyes rolling back and my mouth parting on a silent scream. He came, driving his cock into my hole one final time and keeping himself there. As my eyes closed, the stress wearing me down, Eilís's twisted smile lingered, his breath whispering against my ear, "The fun is just beginning."To my amazing readers, We have officially reached the end of Eilis and Raven’s story! When I first started writing this book, I knew their journey wouldn't be easy. They went through so much pain, deception, and heartbreak to finally reach the peace they deserved. Writing their healing—and getting to see them build a real family with Lysander and Amias—has meant the absolute world to me. Thank you so much for sticking with them through every twist, turn, and emotional high and low. Your comments, support, and love for these characters kept me motivated every step of the way. I couldn't have finished this book without you. A huge shoutout to everyone who continuously dropped votes and boosted this book on the rankings! Your dedication blew me away throughout this entire story. Thank you for showering Eilis, Raven, and me with so much support—you guys are the best! While Eilis and Raven’s story is complete, this isn't the end of our journey together. Don't forget to drop your final
The doors of the council hall were already propped wide open, the loud hum of voices spilling out into the corridor long before we even reached the threshold. Five years ago, walking down this hallway meant bracing for tension, cold stares, and the bitter reek of old hostility. Now, everything was different. I no longer wondered if anyone liked me. I knew my place now, and that was beside Eilis and being the king's consort.Eilis walked beside proud, holding Amias securely against his hip, while Lysander marched two steps ahead of us, puffing his little chest out as if he were leading a regiment into battle."Announcing the King and the King's Consort," the guard at the entrance called out, his voice echoing.The room fell quiet for a brief second, but it wasn't the terrified silence of the past. Coven elders in green robes sat right next to wolf commanders in leather armor, unrolling maps across the long table. King Nicholas sat in a high-backed armchair by the hearth, looking rela
Raven The morning sun warmed the floor of the playroom. Four years had passed since the war ended, and the palace was now full of the non-stop noise of two growing boys. Amias sat on the rug by the fireplace, his big green eyes fixed on a small carved wooden bird in his hand. His blonde curls fell over his forehead as he focused hard, sticking the tip of his tongue out. With a little gasp, a tiny spark of green light popped from his fingers, making the bird hop an inch on the rug. He was quiet and liked to watch things. "Amias, look!" A loud crash shook the room. Lysander sprinted across the playroom, his bright gold eyes—just like Eilis’s—shining with wild excitement. Lysander looked just like his dad, right down to the stubborn streak that kept the castle guards running around all day. Before I could say a word, Lysander jumped off a pile of pillows and landed right next to his brother, knocking over a tower of wooden blocks. "Lysander, stop!" Amias cried, pulling h
I handed Lysander and Amias over to Calani, watching her settle them in before I walked back down the quiet corridor alone.Eilis was standing in his usual spot across from my door, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The moment he heard my footsteps, his head snapped up. I unlatched my door and stepped inside, leaving it wide open behind me."Calani has the boys," I said softly, turning back to look at him. "Come inside, Eilis."He froze for a second, looking like he couldn't quite believe the words. Then he pushed off the wall and walked in, stopping just past the threshold as the door swung shut."Sit down," I told him, walking over to the small sofa by the fire.He didn't argue. He sat on the very edge, back stiff, hands pressed tightly between his knees.I sat beside him, closing the distance between us until our arms brushed. "Do you think you deserve my forgiveness?" I said, looking right into his eyes. Eilis swallowed hard, his voice thick.
The main hall was louder than it had been in months. Long wooden tables stretched across the room, piled high with roasted meats, warm bread, and dark ale. .The King had called a celebration for Amias and Lysander's one-month milestone.I sat near the head of the high table, holding Lysander against my chest while Amias rested quietly in a woven cradle by my knee. Aria sat to my left, keeping a watchful eye on the crowd, while Calani fussed over the dishes nearby.Across the wide table sat Eilis.I stared down at the dark wine in my cup, watching the reflection of the torchlight ripple across the surface as the King began to speak.It was funny, really. The witches had incorporated so quickly, getting accepted with an ease that made it feel as if they had never been hunted down in the first place. They moved through the lower halls, spoke at the council tables, and shared bread at our feasts.Of course, it wasn't perfect. There were still wolves who had trouble looking past the magic
Three weeks.Three weeks of watching his door stay shut.I didn't go back to my own room. When Raven moved up to the eastern wing with the boys, I brought a chair into the hallway and set it up across from his door. My father gave up trying to pull me back into full council meetings after the first few days. I didn't care how it looked. I wasn't leaving.The latch clicked, and the door swung open.I stood up immediately.Raven walked out into the corridor. He froze when he saw me standing there."Raven," I said, my voice crackly from barely using it all day. I reached out toward the tub. "Give that to me. I’ll carry it down."Raven pulled the tub back against his hip. "I’ve got it.""It's heavy," I said, taking a step toward him. "Just let me take it down the stairs.""I said I’ve got it, Eilis," he replied flatly. He didn't sound angry. He just sounded tired.I stopped moving, my stomach knotting up. The total lack of heat in his voice was worse than him screaming at me."Raven, ple
The second morning was quieter than the first, the kind of heavy, suffocating silence that usually precedes a storm. I had spent the dawn hours standing in the center of my room, letting Calani adjust the binders until I could only take air in short, measured sips. My ribs ached with a dull, consta
RAVEN I was doomed. It was the only thought that ran through my head as the wolf locked eyes with mine. Could it smell my fear? Could it smell that I was lying about my identity? He was huge, easily reaching almost five feet. It prowled towards me, gaze unmoving, I forced myself to move but my fo
EILÍS “Would you have me wed to a human?” I asked my father–the king. I wasn't one to show emotion but I was sure my face conveyed my disbelief. “Not an ordinary human, a noble.” He explained, like that made it different.“Why! For power?fear? For respect? You already have that.”“For you, I
"We have received a missive from the king of wolves." My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. "He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the beast of Northshore."A sharp collective intake of breath followed his voice, my own breath


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