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Cursed to be my Mate Eww!
~ Amira ~ Amira didn’t flinch or tense up to Baltir’s sudden change in demeanour. Though he harboured suspicion, he had no way to substantiate that she wasn't the king. Moreover, she was confident that he wasn't entertaining such thoughts in the first place. Even if this Beta did figure it out, Amira wouldn't care. She'd wake up at some point. Remaining chill, Amira shrugged it off. “Look, some of my memories are a little foggy and mixed at the moment. It might bet the aconite messing with my head.” Baltir narrowed his eyes momentarily before he nodded as though it all made sense. “Yes, you’re right. You’d never admit you’re wrong,” he muttered beneath his breath, not meant for her ears. But she heard it anyway. Once that tense moment passed and Baltir seemed to watch the Alpha King more seriously though he did not fault her for wanting to have fun. Racing to the lake wasn’t the only activity they planned as the king’s day of ‘slacking off’. They were deep in the forest of the
Cursed to be my Mate Surrounded by Rogues
~ Rhys ~ Amira’s uncle left down the corridor whilst Rhys and Zayyan went in the opposite direction, passing the chandelier and the droplets of wax on the wooden floorboards below it. "Do you not want to change?" Zayyan asked randomly. Rhys frowned up at him. "Why? What's wrong with this?" Amira didn't have loads of clothes to choose from. What was he talking about? There was no way he was putting on that corset. Zayyan held his hands up in surrender. "Nothing! I just wondered..." He trailed off and looked away. They walked in silence until the men sitting at tables and at the bar turned to look at them. Rhys was used to attention, but this was slightly different. Zayyan cleared his throat. “I’m getting an ale. Do you want the usual?” He asked, walking faster as some of the men started to approach them. Rhys nodded, watching Zayyan greet a few men before going behind the bar and greeting the barman. The men approaching him were twice the size of his current body. Some of t
Cursed to be my Mate Women's Garments (1)
~ Rhys ~ Sweet nipples?! Rhys looked at his white shirt, and for the first time in over ten years, he felt a surge of embarrassment. It shouldn’t be embarrassing. They were werewolves, and being freely naked in front of each other was normal among them. Why should he care if others see Amira’s nipples? It wasn’t his body. Yet. Yet a part of him was enraged by the thought of other men seeing what was his. Fuck. No. Amira was not his. They rejected each other. She was a rogue playing games with a bunch of psychotic rogues. She was nothing. Amira’s wolf whimpered in Rhys’ mind making him flinch at the pain he heard. It was tough thinking so harshly about Amira, his rejected mate, when her counterpart, her wolf, was there, listening. “Well?” The man’s hand went to his. Rhys’ eyes snapped back to the man's, rage swelling within his chest, heating his blood. Who the hell was this man to Amira?! It was apparent from the other’s reactions that this was normal between Amira and
Cursed to be my Mate Women's Garments (2)
~ Rhys ~ Clearing his throat, Rhys pulled on the corset, fitting it over the white shirt, grumbling his annoyance as he struggled to comprehend the stupid mechanics of such a garment. He already despised the apparel when removing it from the women he’d bedded. Now he loathed it even more after fiddling about with it to put it on properly. A quiet knock at the door stopped his movements. Rhys sniffed the air and strained his hearing to see if Caz may have followed him to his room. But the floral scent did not match Caz’s. In stepped a woman with short brown hair, pixie-like features, a pointed nose and sharp cheeks with a playfulness in her blue eyes. She was a few inches taller than Amira, and Rhys couldn’t deny how pretty she was. The clothes she wore accentuated her curves. Similar to what he wore, the woman was dressed in breeches, a corset and a long, jagged coat stopping just before her knees. All her clothing was in dark blues and navies that matched her eyes. “For someone
Cursed to be my Mate Erect Tent
~ Amira ~ Amira grimaced as she stared at Rhys’ rock-hard cock. It seemed to stare back at her mockingly, twitching and urging her to take action. This dream had turned into a fricken nightmare! Why did her mind conjure up this image? Amira snorted as she glanced up at the leaves above. Who knew she had such a creative mind and made Rhys’ dick this big? He was a massive dick himself. That was the most reasonable explanation she could think of. He didn’t deserve the honour of wielding such a beast. Just those thoughts made her shiver in disgust. Was it because she was surrounded by men? Amira found them attractive but not to the point of making her underwear wet from desire, or in this case, a fricken erection! “I know the woods are nice and all, but I do hope you will take a piss and not toss one off with us around.” Amira’s head snapped to the side after hearing Zev’s comment. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, something she was never used to, but this was a whole new situa
Cursed to be my Mate Ambush!
~ Amira ~ Amira saw the men before Baltir could finish his sentence. They sprang out of hiding as though they had been waiting for them. How was that possible? This was not the king’s usual routine, and they didn’t venture that far into the forest. This wasn’t near the borders. Baltir cursed before hastily removing his shirt and lowering his breeches. As he transformed, his inked, muscular body quivered, and fur sprouted from his skin, morphing him into a magnificent grey and red wolf. Amira focused on doing the same, sighing when she realised her dream state would not allow her to shift into a wolf. She could only lucid dream to such a degree, she supposed. Baltir emitted a fierce growl as he lunged toward the men positioned at the nearby trees, simultaneously with other wolves and men. Amira sprinted to the spot she’d been sleeping on, skidding along the ground and inadvertently staining her trousers. She hastily retrieved her sword, unsheathing it, oblivious to the fact that t
Cursed to be my Mate Shop until you drop!
~ Rhys ~ Nova pushed Rhys through the door of the rundown shop named Benny’s. He really wasn’t sure what to expect, but the display of women’s clothing ranged from outfits similar to Amira’s and Nova’s to lingerie and nightgowns. The shop seemed to have some mood lighting using tealight candles in that section of the shop. It was almost scandalous, really. Rhys knew if a Lady entered the shop, she’d probably faint. After feeling the cutting edge of Amira's blade, he knew that was not the case for her. Rhys, on the other hand, never went shopping. Tailors came to him for his fittings, and all his clothes were specially made for him. Although this place looked like most outfits were unidentical, Rhys had a feeling they were either made by the seamstress or stolen. “My, my, my! Nova! You finally brought Amira with you!” A man’s voice called from the side; he clapped his hands together and gazed at Rhys like that of a prized horse. Excitement filled his eyes as he scanned Rhys’ fea
Cursed to be my Mate New Sensations (1)
~ Rhys ~ Benny led him to the storage room, confirming the inventory of the books. Rhys was taken aback when he realized that Amira, the woman who had attempted to assassinate him, a vicious rogue, someone he considered beneath him, was the mastermind behind such an ingenious idea. Rhys was starting to understand why Amira was one of the leaders of the rebels. The notion of facilitating exchanges of goods instead of money proved to be truly ingenious, benefiting the less fortunate. However, he couldn't help but wonder how someone genuinely impoverished would navigate this system. Then again, they were unlikely to visit a shop selling garments. It was surely a good system and something he would take note of and tell Baltir when he was back at the palace… Rhys’ thoughts trailed off as he glanced at his tiny hands holding a rusty blade. That was if he ever returned to his body. His perfectly shaped brows pulled together at that notion, reminding him once more of this cruel and irr
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