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ELEANOR’S POV I drifted my eyes apart. My head was banging so severely, and I immediately knew it had to be an aftermath of the alcohol. The hangover. It was the most terrible part of consuming alcohol. My blurry vision was getting more precise, and I only saw a strange room. A room different from mine, yet it looked familiar.What was I doing in his room? On his bed? Still, dressed in last night’s cloth?I wondered as I tried hard to think about anything that happened.FUCK ME...PLEASEThe words echoed in my head. Though it sounded like my voice but those were words I could never say. Never! Unless under the influence of...Oh no!Did I do something wrong last night? If yes, then with who? Was it Lucien? Because I can clearly remember exchanging words with him before...before Alpha Cruz came and led me outside...Oh no!I sprung out of bed the second the memories came rushing by. How I had begged him to fuck me. How I had kissed him first. How I moaned so loudly as he thrust inside
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ELEANOR’S POV. It had been a week since I last saw Alpha Cruz, and I wondered where he had headed. He had his Beta inform me of his traveling, although he never said a word about where he went to. The house had been so quiet without him, meal times too. I know we rarely spoke, but all the same, his presence would have meant a lot. I turned page after page, trying to read the book I had in my hand. It was a new book by an author, ThePenQueen. Something about an Omega coming back to life: I didn't want to read too much because I feared I might get engulfed in my imagination. I might want more than life can give. I might want to die and come back to life as someone else. Maybe I might get a chance to be who I want to be and do things I want to do. Things...What are those things I want to do? Like hobbies or something. But nothing came to mind. I had no hobby. I never had a reason to have one while growing up. Loving my sister used to be my hobby before loving Lucien became another h
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
. ELEANOR’S POV. I found myself glued to the same spot. My legs are heavy like rocks. My heart slams so hard against my ribcage that it hurts. My whole world flashed before my eyes. You know that moment that your brain screams danger but your legs won't budge. This is that moment. Right now, I could sense something fishy cooking in the air. I knew I needed to run. I needed to get out of here as fast as I could. But I couldn't. Even when these covered wolves launched towards me with weapons in their hands, shining axes. I felt sweat break across my face. My heart threatened to jump out of my throat. They looked like them. Like the raiders that burnt my home. Killed my people. They looked like those monsters. I could still hear their laughter in my head. Suddenly I felt two strong arms grab me by the hands, pulling me up. “Stay behind me, and that's an order.” His deep masculine voice said loudly but they came off as faint to me. The whole time was moving slowly to me. I still
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ELEANOR’S POV. How do wolves get so thrilled about their mating day and prepare tremendously for it? It’s my fake big day drawing closer and I can barely get a sound sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I find myself standing there with him by my side, only this time things go south-side. I find him or myself drenched in blood. I find the Raiders there again aiming at ruining in every ounce of happiness I have left. I knew it was all fake, but I was still worried. Worried that the Wolves that tried to attack weeks before might attempt it again. I heaved out another sigh as I continued to stroll towards the garden. Yes! Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be here. But this could be the best thing to do. Maybe I could get to converse with them. I could plea with them not to ruin in my big day. My big day? I was slowly finding myself attracted to this Wolf that bought me. It has been months since I got here, and I was gradually getting accustomed to the way of life here. I never wanted to se
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CRUZ’S POV. My fist clenched into that of anger as I listened to her with rapt attention. My blood was boiling hot. I was so pissed that Wolves whom should have had her back had betrayed her in a cruel way instead. No one deserved that. I doubted that anyone did. We had that in common, I guess. Wolves we looked up to became the exact thongs in our flesh. Now that I knew all this, I wished I had caused them both torture the day they came here, the day they had the effrontery to walk into my house. I hated that they caused my bride this much pain. Only I had the right to make her feel this way or any way at all. She was mine, mine alone. To think about it, the thought that another Wolf had touched her before, kissed her before, or thrusted inside her before, made my raging level brim higher. I wanted to be the only one. I didn’t want to believe that the monster once claimed her too. The next I knew was tears streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her close without much thought, and ran
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY- SIX.
ELEANOR’S POV. Guess when you are with a psyche, you become one yourself. You start to take their shape and their thinking. Never did I think I would be sitting here, holding onto the hand of my Master, and the knife begging him to claim me. Maybe I needed that. Maybe I wanted to be claimed so badly. I wanted to have a tag, a leach, just like every pet should. Not just any tag but one that had his name written beautifully on it. One that showed me that I was his. Only his, and no one else. “Carve your name on every part of me if need be. Claim me, Master.” I heard myself say but I knew I couldn’t be the one talking. I could not be the fearless one spewing out all this. His gaze held mine for a very long while as though he was thinking of it. The next thing I knew was him pushing me backward to fall flat on my neck. Let’s be sincere. Facing that unexpectedly hurts like crazy, but let’s pretend it doesn’t. You don’t want me showing sign of pain and scaring him off or do you? Excite
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN.
CRUZ’S POV. It has been days, two days to be precise and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I couldn’t get her smile off my head. Her big Blue eyes staring into mine with so much admiration as I devoured her. I couldn’t even get her smell off me. Everywhere I turned it was like she was there, standing, staring at me. It had to be the perfume. It had a smell. A weird yet cool long lasting smell. It smelt like paradise. It smelt like her. I have had wet dreams too because every night, I wanted her to be there right on my bed, or in my arms. Anywhere at all just to satisfy this crazy urge I had. I knew it had to be because I was sex starved for so long. Maybe because I needed more sex to get myself back on track. Or I had to fulfill my sex fantasy. Even as I laid flat on one hand, trying to do some push-ups to clear my mind. My cock kept straining against my short, getting harder and harder with time. “Fuck!” I cussed softly. I stood up to inspect myself and it looked awkward. It wa
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY- EIGHT.
CRUZ’S POV. My lips claimed hers with all intensity, with all the strength I could muster. It was as though my life depended on it, like hers did too. I knew deep down that I shouldn’t listen to her words, I shouldn’t listen to these words. I shouldn’t break her but with her big blue eyes staring into mine with plea, want, and desire. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her. She let out a soft moan conveying her surrender and submission to me. I immediately changed my mind and picked her up, carrying her towards one of the spare rooms in the house. It was a special room. Like a puppy, she said nothing, raised no questions, threw no tantrums and just stayed still in my arms. I pushed the door open and stepped into it. I watched as her eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating from one place to another then finally back to me. “What’s this place?” She asked, her voice soft and tender, causing my pecker to nod. Why do I suddenly find calling his cock, a pecker, weird? Haha! Anywa
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