I stopped crying a while ago. I looked at my trembling hands, shame and embarrassment perched on my shoulders.
All… All I ever do is mess things up and cry. It seemed like it was the only thing I was good at. My entire body was still trembling with the aftermath of sobs, my fists clenched in righteous anger.
Why was I so weak? Why did I always mess things up? Why couldn't I do anything right? Why was I made like this?
I felt angry sobs bubbling in my throat again and I wiped my tears angrily, refusing to let it flow. Refusing to succumb to it. I was getting sick of crying so freaking much!
Perhaps that was my gift. I was given the powers of crying like a helpless child. For some reason, my heart bubbled with a tinge hatred against…myself.
Straining against my pathetic emotions, I groaned and leaned my head back against the library’s bookshelf behind me, my head going up harder than it should have and I gasped as pain exploded in
A finger traced my skin sensually - teasing and provocative in its languid movements. Big hands cupped my cheeks, warm calloused fingers leaving a trademark of arousal wherever they lingered."My love," A voice so deep yet beyond alluring drawled. It was almost like a whisper of death.The bed was dipping with the weight of this stranger and I moaned weakly when one of his hand left my cheek to sweetly caress my breast, the rhythm of my pulse slowly picking up. I have never been touched like this before and it felt so good that I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to let go of this sinful dream.His other fingers left my cheek, my skin burning in its wake as he tiptoed them all the way up, five fingers curling around my dainty neck. The breath left my lungs when he squeezed, softly at first and soon, his weight dropped on me, trapping me under his strong body, a delicious scent intoxicating me - sinful, hot, intense, arousing.I was consumed by hi
It had been days since I first saw the damned prince in my dreams and since then, he’d become a natural occurrence.It was eerie. I couldn't shut my eyes without thinking of his dark and handsome face. I couldn't go to sleep without dreaming of him. He always came to me each night and sat at my side, either stroking my hair or standing at a corner of my room, watching me with hooded dark eyes. There was always blood on his hands, shadows lurking around him and he was insistent on two things, calling me His and pushing me to my death.The urge to go into his room was biting and tearing at my skin.It was becoming a chore keeping these dreams to myself. I didn't know what I had done to trigger them. I couldn't bring myself to tell Alpha Alexander about it because I didn't want to have to explain why I was usually locked up in a steamy position with his dead brother.I have been restless for days, bordering between anxious and maniac. Anxiety was bitin
I committed June’s directions into memory and found the grand kitchen in the lower east end of the mansion and when I stepped in, there was so much commotion going around. Someone was hacking at a slab of meat, another person had her arms elbow deep into a chocolate doughy substance, one person was balancing a stack of beautiful china plates on both hands and two people were working on polishing up a stack of wine glasses.Pots were bubbling on the stove, I heard the whistling of the kettle from somewhere else and a device- probably the oven- was dinging repeatedly.It was glaringly obvious that I had picked the worst time to listen to scintillating secrets over a pot of tea with the head chef.Someone noticed me and suddenly exclaimed, "My Luna!"Soon, a low hush swept over the entire room and I felt my chest swell with pride at the respect that was being addressed to me.
My heart jumped a bit when the large mahogany double doors had burst open. I squeaked and turned around, cutting off my conversation with June and turning to face the door with a straight spine and an attempt at a regal pose and calm disposition.However, my heart dived into my stomach when yet another maid walked in with a giant pitcher containing what could either be wine or water. She bowed low at her waist and continued on her way, setting the pitcher on the large dining table spread out in front of us and stocked up with mouthwatering food and drinks in preparation for the private feast I had invited my mate to.She bowed again before she left, walking out of the room and closing the doors behind her.My shoulders slumped.What if he doesn't show up? What if he doesn't honour my invitation? What if he denies my request? What if I was only setting myself up for rejection?I closed my eyes, shutting off the intrusive thoughts and wiped my clammy
My cheeks reddened. Adding that part had been a last decision. However, it was best to say that I was full of regrets right now. It had sounded so much more ballsy in my head. Well, everything happening right now was pictured very different in my head. For one thing, I was stating every word of the proposal with a confidence that was as unbending as Alpha Alexander’s principles. But you could obviously see how that was working out for me.I cleared my throat . “Well…um… I know you have the hots for Ophelia. I see the way you look at her,” I said in one breath, narrowing my eyes on anything but the Alpha.There was dead silence, further picking on my nerves, before he asked, “How?”“What?” I looked up now.Alpha Alexander was resigned back, graceful in the way he was lounged on the chair, reeking of absolute control and careful calculative eyes on me. “How do I look at her?”
My eyes glanced back at Ophelia, only to see the look of pure, unadulterated shock in those forest green eyes. Her mouth was slack, her jaw had dropped to the ground and her hand was grasping at her chest as if she was going to have a heart attack.I couldn't help it. I just couldn't hold it back. A maniac giggle burst out of me.Her eyes snapped to me when she heard me laugh, those lush green orbs swirling with hate and fire."What are you laughing at?" She snapped, her lips curling back into a livid sneer.The memory of her disgruntled face only made me laugh harder.Her frown deepened. "You may think you have it all right now. You may think that Xander is all yours, just you wait until he's sick of you and your naivety. When he realizes that you're practically useless in bed and out of it!"Her words burned a fiery trail down my throat and I swallowed and glared at her, my insecurities washing over me and overwhelming me with the ne
Solan was absolutely livid.But I quickly found out that her anger was not a fiery blazing inferno, it was a blistering cold snow storm.Chills skated up my spine as she let me lead her back to my room and called on June to assist to clean up my wounds.I clamped my mouth shut as she set to work, scolding me and muttering about Ophelia while June who wore a worried expression on her face stood by her side with a metal tray half filled with a sterilizing medicine.I squeezed my eyes shut at the stinging pain as Solan dabbed at my injury with a cotton swab dipped in methylated spirit, her actions tact and precise.As she worked, she muttered under her breath, "Who does Ophelia even think she is?" She scoffed out a chuckle in wicked amusement. "A common scullery maid like her that cleaned out chimneys-"Her earlier words against Ophelia had been unintelligible mumbles that I didn't really pay attention to but the words that just left her
Alexander had been scarce lately. I hadn't seen him since the day I invited him to that private banquet just to present my preposterous contract to him. There hasn't been any news about it's implementation but I didn't feel quite so antsy anymore. Another person that had been noticeably scarce in my life is Ophelia. Her screaming, suffocating presence had always been so heavy in this house but these days, it seemed like she put a drab over herself in order to mute her aura and purposely avoid me. I knew it was a purposeful attempt and she hadn't actually left the house because I ran into her the other day when I wanted to help Laura in the kitchen. However, she only acted as though she hadn't seen me and continued on her way. It was exhilarating, to say the least. But I knew for a fact that it wasn't because she was afraid of me in the least. No. It was because Lady Solan had become a frequent visitor these past few days in a bid to find out what exactly was