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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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Cause you all asked to hear from the OGs☺️☺️☺️☺️Nyx's pov My nose wrinkled at the stench of blood wafting through it causing my insides to twist and the little breakfast I had threatened to come up. I should have listened to Lycus, shouldn't have come down here especially when I hadn't fully recovered. I should be in bed letting him take care of this but the guilt I had which was associated with Amara's disappearance wouldn't let me lay on my sick bed while everyone around me worked on getting her back.I can do this, I took in a deep breath trying to compose myself despite her disappearance causing my illness, I couldn't back down and rest. I didn't have a series of miscarriages only to be brought down by this and not play an active part in finding our daughter.Having Regrets already? Lycus's voice sounded through the mind link breaking through my thoughts with butterflies fluttering in my belly like I was hearing it for the first time. It was calming, reassurin
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Lycus's povI hate seeing her like this, Spyro muttered as I reached my thumb out to the spot between her brows soothing the crease that appeared only for her frown to deepen, Even in her sleep, she is troubled.Can't blame her, I sigh escaped my lips. I took her hand in mine and tracing the lines on her palm, she has every right to be worried and there is nothing we can do to stop her or Hera from looking out for our pups.They have us to worry for them, they shouldn't be stressed to the point of fatigue,. look at her, she fainted and if you weren't there to catch her, I don't even want to think of what would have happened, I almost laughed at his words as if he didn't know how resilient our mate had become over the years, how stronger she had emerged and also stubborn.She was right, everything she had gone through not excluding the multiple miscarriages she had later on made her more strong-willed and I admired that. I didn't want her blaming herself tho, with the miscarriages th
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Amara's pov The smile I had on my face the next morning was wiped off when I felt a familiar hand on my belly, fingers splaying possessively around my skin and the bed being cramped by the presence of the huge man deep in slumber behind me.I groaned.Orian lacked the understanding of the words, "I need space" and it was evident.The previous evening after our little make-out session and quarrels in the foyer before he got on his knees to confess his crush, he had come up to my room claiming that he wanted to talk things out and pleading with me to hear him out.I had thought about hearing him out but his phone and I opened the door, stepping out with my arms crossed over my chest and my face morphing into an annoyed expression. His phone rang at that moment, the caller ID displaying that it was Imelda and so I had to kick him out and told him I needed space.I guess I wasn't clear enough for he was here now, snuggling in bed with me molding me against his wa
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Amara's povHow long are you planning on ignoring him? Cora moaned weakly as I wiped the tear that slid down my cheek from incessant sobbing, I need to see my mate, our mate.A mate that doesn't care about us? I groaned pushing away the little voice that whispered at me to trust him just this once, He is going to do worse if we give in.It's been days! Why are you so stubborn and hell-bent on punishing us? She cried and my eyes went to the trash can in the room that was stuffed with the bouquet of roses and gifts that he sent up, Hear him out.I had nothing to say to her.How many more times am I going to hear him out? And will I get back with him while he still plots to hurt my family? Were we ever together officially? We just had a forced marriage and there is no way we could avoid each other from the very beginning. How am I even sure that he is ready to seek the truth? If only I could remember every detail of Helena's betrayal, I would have told him, and what if he doesn't believe
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