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Amara’s pov I found my way to the ground floor and sniffed the air trying to catch traces of his scent that would lead me to him. It was easy as his scent was stronger at the base of the step, I followed it going in the direction of anywhere I could smell him stronger and soon I heard voices coming from a room.I braced myself up and tiptoed to what I guessed was the drawing room. It was where the voices sounded from and the lights in the room were on. I fell to my knees and crawled quietly near the entrance to hear what they were saying."Nyx is back on her feet, I heard." I tried to move closer when the woman with them spoke about my mother, "Apparently, they know now that she isn't truly dead." They were talking about me."What are you going to do about it Orian?" It was Japheth that spoke and I listened intently, my heart beating waiting for his answer. "Watch them go on a wild goose chase." He replied, "Tiring out their warriors, trying to fight off the Lycans that blame t
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Orian's pov I pulled the covers on her, withdrawing a bit as she stirred and placed her arm under her chin. When she settled again, I reached out my hand, threading my fingers through her silky blonde locks, and began to stroke her hair, a small smile forming on my lips when she leaned into my giving me more way to the full length of her hair and I took advantage of it, running my fingers through her hair as it flowed down her back.I got bolder when she let out a low moan, my fingers traveling from her hair to her face. Grazing across her forehead and brows. I trailed the bridge of her nose and sampled the softness of her cheeks before running my thumb across her jaw.My fingers creeped her lips, tracing the seam of the soft rosy flesh imagining how sublime it would be if I was to lean in and kiss her. I brought my thumb to the small part between the lips pushing in slightly and she moved to capture my thumb in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it.What is she dre
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Orian’s pov The scent of her arousal was too good, if I could bottle it up and breathe it instead of air, I would.She was so damned soaked and I avoided the entrance to her cunt just keeping my finger's between her lips and avoiding her clit. I rubbed against it faster and faster determined to make her squirt. I watched as her breathing increased and she was bucking hard against the bed till she whimpered and I felt warm fluid gush out, hitting my jaw spreading to my face.I lifted my head and positioned my face right above her cunt, unashamedly welcoming the hot liquid as she sprayed it on me. I mewled as she drenched me with it and she let out tiny moans at the euphoric high she was on.I leaned back when she was done withdrawing my hands, her squirt covering my face and dripping down it to my clothes reminding me that I had just pleased her in her sleep and I think we both thoroughly enjoyed it. My cock strained hard against my pants, blood
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Orian's pov There was only one thing on my mind as I took a scalding hot shower, wincing as water met with the unhealed scars on my back.Amara's safety.I wasn't comfortable leaving her here unprotected while getting out of the castle grounds and even with the extra security measures I would have to take, I will still be concerned about her getting harmed while I was away.I know she can fight but in this situation, it was different. She's a deep sleeper and I fear she might react too late if danger was to come, giving the enemy the upper hand, hopefully, her wolf would be more alert than she is and protect her human.I got out of the bathroom naked with my towel hung around my neck and hair dripping wet. I didn't mind the cold air that kissed my bare skin which would cause any other person to shiver but I was immune to it.I passed by the broken mirror at the dressing table, not once glancing at it so I wouldn't catch a reflection of myself even in its broken st
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Orian’s povI looked at the clock and then the table, my eyes resting on the chess board and back to the door. He loved playing games which meant I had to rack my brain to find whatever it is I am looking for. The worse part is I have no idea what I am trying to find. No idea what it looked or felt like. I just needed to find something and have him recount the tale of how everything happened almost fifteen years ago.The clock chimed and I looked back at it and then at the chessboard. Think Orian, Think! I had to use my skills from back in the days when pre-teen me stole food and broke into stores to survive. Clock, chess, door. I recited them in my head, "Chess, he loves playing games, clock? Clock? Maybe a secret passage behind the clock? Too easy, door? It's an entrance!" I looked at the clock and it chimed, as it chimed moonlight flittered through the curtains landing on the table. Maybe lifting the chess game will reveal something? Too easy as well because if you wanted to hide
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Orian's pov I had to let myself in Nexus's home after being ignored despite ringing the doorbell severally. My guess for his unacknowledgment of my arrival was him being still mad at me and it was understandable.I called his name a couple of times and made my way to the sitting room which was surprisingly empty as it was his favorite spot in the house, especially at night. The television was on, displaying some archaic white and black movie. I picked the remote with an eye roll and put it off.I proceeded toward the stairs making my way to the sitting room on the first floor as he would most probably be there.I set foot into it and froze in shock at the sight before me, my insides twisting with mere disgust and my brain scarred yet again.Nexus was on one of the seats, his head was thrown back with the weirdest of noises coming from him, and a dark-haired woman was on her knees before him with her mouth where he wanted as he moved her head.They were both stark
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Hope you all are doing well?💋💋💋Amara's pov I didn't know which could be termed more infuriating.Waking up from an erotic dream of a man who I had grown to despise over the night or waking up with a room filled with so many roses and separate petals that I spat some out of my mouth, ten red sweaters with different exquisite necklines on a hanger placed before the bed and me finding myself half naked with unknown sticky liquid over my belly and some on my lips.Puppy Orian was delighted to play with the scattered roses but I wasn't. I wasn't pleased by the sight nor was I pleased by the sweaters. For the first time I hated roses and my favorite color red knowing they came from the one man I should plunge my dagger deep into his chest.The dream I had emerged in my head as I brushed off roses lifting myself from the bed. I went beet red, cheeks heating in embarrassment and belly furling with heat remembering how I was tied to the bed with my legs clamping arou
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Amara’s povI was busy playing with my puppy and reading my sweet historical romances through out the rest of the morning when the sounds of a carriage pulling into the compound caught my attention.I got out of the room and ran to the window at the end of the hallway to see Orian step out from it and my heart jumped as I caught his pleasant form stepping gracefully from the carriage with his Hand around his stick and fingers wiping at his forehead.A part of me was looking forward to breakfast because of his invite but he never showed up hence there wasn't a need for me to go downstairs.And now he was here after missing breakfast and I wondered what kept him.I gazed at the carriage seeing the weird symbol of snakes on it and my heart dropped to my stomach as Imelda came down from it with a smile. She tipped her head up to whisper something in his ear, they were so close, he didn't push her away tears welled in my eyes at the sight before me, and sadness spread across my chest makin
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