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Amara's pov Life was terrific. With Orian barefooted in the kitchen, messy hair, wet clothes sticking to his body just as mine did and for some odd reason, we never bothered to take them off because he mumbled something about cleaning up together, ooo, exciting.I was stretched out on the counter chewing on some strawberries which I didn't get his permission to eat and I watched him hovering over the stove preparing a simple Russian stew as he called it, which he loved when he was a child and my interest was spiked when he spoke of meat in it.While he was cooking, I stared. I admired the flex of his muscles and body movements as he picked up a spoon or turned the ladle.Puppy orian was laying in a corner after being fed and tired out by playing and she looked happy. I loved it here, I could get used to it, I could get used to stealing his berries while he cooked or offering to massage his arms when he was done.All of this was blissful till my parents called.And
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Amara's povBecause I haven't tasted you yet, Good lord! My thighs were clenched each time I remembered those words of his and they seemed to be the only words stuck in my brain ever since he uttered them.I moved against the bed discreetly trying to relieve the ache between my thighs while waiting for Orian to exit the bathroom and that was after I successfully fought the urge to go in there and peek to know what he looked like without clothes.It wasn't fair and if I did that, it would make things fair. He knew what I looked like under my clothes to an extent and I have only ever seen his sleek collar bones and bare arms. I wanted to see more, feel more, and even maybe he would teach me how to please him.Dang, it! I palmed my face, he won't bother teaching me. I lied about my experience. I will just have to manage with the limited knowledge stored in my brain and maybe google how to make a man squirt, a big man squirt. My eyes wandered around the room, the noise o
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Amara's povOrian won me a teddy, fair and square.Fair and square? Cora didn't agree with my words and she was right not to.I do not think fair and square was the right expression to be used in this case. It was more of growls and glares which left the man at the stand quaking in his boots.Well, this is all my fault at first.I had wanted the big stuffed red bear and I pleaded with grump to play for it. Thinking about it now, I have no fault here.How would I have known that he won't abide by the rules?We had gone up to the stand. The guy manning the stand welcomed us and smiled at me. It was a weird smile but a smile nonetheless and it wasn't really pleasing to Orian. I could tell by the way his hand tightened around my waist. He handed the game fee over to the man, and politely asked him to bring forth the teddy.I knew he was polite because I am used to Orian and his tone is always assertive but to any other person or a stranger, he must have sounded rude.So Kent, I knew his n
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Warning ⚠️ SA, Abuse, Violence.....Amara's pov Growing up as a future ruler, you are made to learn a lot of values and one of them was never to make decisions out of spite.I broke it and now my life might be doomed. Not might, it is actually doomed and there was no way I could undo it.I stood still before the mirror nodding at my blushing chattering maids as they exited my room to give me some privacy before I am called out.They seemed so excited for me thinking that the thing between Terren and I was a match made in heaven and absolutely nothing can tear us apart.And I fought the urge to scream at them that they were wrong and I didn't want this but explaining how I had given my consent numerously to this union while I never wanted it was going to make me look moronic.I gazed regarded my reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair fell loosely, flowing down my shoulders and the rose to be stuck in it was currently being twirled between my fingers.My m
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Amara's pov I think I might have to change my villain origin story and to be honest, I liked this one better, it sounded more original and in my head, it looked like a story that can break Hollywood.This time it won't be a man not texting me back.It will be because I was almost raped by my so-called fiancé, attacked by him, forcefully marked, and then him bailing out and leaving me in a burning cottage to save himself screaming that he couldn't carry me because I would slow him down.But it was so easy for him to fling me on the bed and almost ruin me. I crawled out of the bedroom and down the stairs passing through the pain of my skin coming in contact with heated floors.Everywhere was smoky and I had to squint even with wolf vision to see through the haze.I couldn't feel myself from the point of the mark at my neck to my entire right arm which lay limp by my side like it was paralyzed.I could see the red blotches on my skin which were illuminated by th
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Amara's pov My garish giggles echoed amongst the trees and forest expanse disrupting the dismal silence that accompanied the night. I didn't even stop to wonder if I unnerved the animals by disturbing their sleep as I hunched over with my tied hands flaying slightly while I quaked with laughter.All eyes were on me including that of Orian's.They all watched me, not with pleasant or pitiful gazes but with hardened gazes that could only portray one thing, hatred. It was so convincing, I wonder where he had gotten this crew from that could put on a damn good show and he, on the other hand, deserved an Oscar.His icy gaze, the malice in his voice, and the negative energy that radiated from him were all too real. When he said he was going to surprise me, I never thought he would show up as my stalker and create false seige or even go as far as faking Terren's death.I moved closer to him, too close. His delightful fragrance filled me as I neared him, I even sniffed cons
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Amara's pov We learn new things every day. Yesterday, I learned that I was a perfect fool, an unappealing means to an end and that my days were numbered. I also learned that I could be easily deceived when swayed by affection. The most important thing I learned was never to trust a man again, especially massive handsome men that were your soulmates. Don't trust your soulmates, never! I trusted mine, it ended with me walking with blisters on my feet and the scorching heat of the sun burning up my skin.Today, I learned that not all vampires were affected by the sun. Orian being one of them, too late for that realization. My dreams of watching the grump melt under the sun with his skin taking up an ashen tone and his screams filling my ears were destroyed.He wasn't affected by the sun. He loved the sun, he basked in it and my only way of ever having a tiny sense of victory from this situation had been abated.I drew my fingers across my forehead, feeling the sweat so
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Amara's pov I woke up warm, with Mr grump's jacket wrapped around me. His scent being the first thing to greet me as my senses awakened. I knew that he must have woken up in the middle of the night to put his jacket on me cause I most definitely do not remember sleeping with it.We still faced each other with the blanket pulled on both of us, our faces merely inches apart just like the way our bodies were and just a little change in position from me will have me pressed against him.My gaze flickered in his direction, at the tiny space between us and I felt tiny thunderbolts erupt in my belly at my discovery. My cheeks grew warm and my heart swelled more than it should have.My left hand was held in his. His fingers entwined with mine resting near our heads. I don't remember falling asleep with our hands together it was actually with his wing around me and I wondered what possessed him to hold my hand later on.Seeing our hands entangled ignited a sudden realizatio
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