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"Take this tray to Queen Georgia's room. Keep your head down and gaze on the floor. I don't want to hear any complains. Have I made myself clear?" the head-maid, Zaira, warned Sabrina in an imposing tone. Sabrina nodded her head while keeping her head low. The head-servant was a woman of small stature full of haughty air. And for some reason she didn't like Sabrina. "Now scram. We don't have all day. You have to clean the ball room after this," Zaira told her. 'Yes," Sabrina replied. Zaira assessed her with a hard glint in her eyes. The new girl was obedient and meek but there was something about her that wasn't sitting well with Zaira. Her aura was different. Much more potent then she pretend to be. She was way too pretty to be a peasant. No peasant womb can birth a beauty like her. Sabrina took the tray from the counter and turned to head towards queen Georgia's room. She was here for two days and was yet to get even a glimpse of him. Elizah seemed out of herreach now. However
His To Claim Prince And A Maid
Dragon's lavish way of life exceeded werewolves by many points. From servants to the ruler, they all possessed an air of supremacy. They knew they are the mightiest creature and no other species can hold their ground against them, much less humans. Sabrina was nothing but a powerless human to them. The useless daughter of a dead witch who can't do magic. If only they knew how powerful she was. She would have appreciated the decorations if not for her broken heart. It didn't look like the ballroom she had cleaned last night. Thye had changed it into something far more beautiful. It was beyond her as to how they managed to turn it over into something so beautiful in just a day. She was wearing a red plain gown just like all the other servants. She had also put on red veil as Zaira had instructed to all the servants. The guests began to trickle in and before they knew, the hall was buzzing with people. Sabrina and other servants were rushing off their feet, taking and delivering orders
His To Claim All Night Long
He surprised her by wounding his arm around her waist and pulling her into his front. She could only gasp as her back collided against his taut chest. The sparks sinewed through their being at the contact. Elizah let out a satisfied grunt from the back of his throat whereas Sabrina gulped. He lowered his face to her shoulder and began peppering kisses along the length of her neck. Sabrina's breathing quickened. He licked up her neck, earning a moan. Her sweet moan breathed life into his repressed desire, they roared like just awoken beast. The man turned her around, yanked the veil off her face and tossed it somewhere in the room. His eyes roamed hungrily over her face before he grabbed the back of her hand and crashed his lips onto hers. He walked her backward and pushed her up against the cold wall while kissing the daylight out of her. Sabrina loacked her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal fervor. She was a putty in his arms. Her insides were quaking with thrill. H
His To Claim Trust For Each Other
The clouds leisurely meandered around the moon while the ever coquettish winds flirted openly with the trees. Their soft sinful whispers causing stars to flush in all their brightness. The night was a beuatiful one but they were too lost in ecah other to notice. The moon drizzled its light on the couple who were condemned to stay apart for far too long. The female was still writhing and moaning under the male's muscular frame as he took pleasure from her sweet fragile body. She had lost her count after three. Elizah was insatiable. Over and over again, he took her with the same fervor. She felt his dragon strength in his movements, so mighty, brute. And so unrelenting. Their flushed skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. At last, he let out a feral grunt and shot his hot seeds deep into her body for the upteenth time. Sabrina could only shudder and release a weak moan. She felt his semen dripping down her thigh and encrusting the creased sheet under them. After emptying himsel
His To Claim Resisting Mate
Sabrina heaved a heavy sigh. They were sending her to Queen's chamber again. It was nothing short of a punishment for her. She still had not recovered from the last time. The queen's indecent moans mingled with lewd smacking of skin, Sabrina felt the tip of her ear turning red. Her image of Georgina was ruined for life. The royals knew nothing about loyalty. She just hoped, she wouldn't have to face that situation again. Last night, she had drawn some cuts into her skin with silver to make the servants believe that she was punished. No one offered her a comforting word except for Jayla, another maid like her. The girl was in her early twenties and had a very warm nature. Zaira had shot her a condascending smirk that said "you deserve it." Sabrina looked away, reminding herself it was just for a few days. Once Elizah will have his revenge , everything will be okay. "Take this tray to Queen's room and keep your gaze low," Zaira thrusted the tray into her hand and repeated
His To Claim Personal Maid
"Why somany cuts? And why are you not healing?" annoyance laced through his voice as he examined her palms. His brows furrowed and lips curved downward. " It's nothing. Don't concern yourself," Sabrina tried to pull her hands from his hold but he didn't let up. Instead, he drew her closer. "Even a single small scratch on your person is my concern. You are my woman, Princess. So never tell me again not to worry about you," Elizah told her in a low whisper. A soft smile swept across Sabrina's face. Sabrina had not pegged him for a soft romantic person when they met for the first time. No one can blame her for that considering his muscular frame and brooding face. But he had proved her wrong. He knew when to be gentle and when to exert his dominance. She had perfection for a mate. "I am really fine," she assured him, smiling. "Are you?" mischeif sparked in his eyes as he gently pulled her onto his lap where his cock had erected once more. Sabrina's eyes widened."I have to go, Eli
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"I am going to make sure the werewolf King does not back down from war," Herons promised Elizah. Elizah looked up at the overcast sky and hummed in approval. It was about time they put an end to this. These fuckers were going to face the storm. Once the delegates departed, he returned to the throne room. Allain was sitting on the throne, Elizah took his seat beside him. "He stole money from my shop, my lord. He should be punished severely," the merchant pointed at the cowering boy and narrated his case. The boy who must not be more than fifteen was trembling in fear. He was wearing shabby clothes and his face bore many small cuts. His lips were swollen due to beating. He was a beggar. "Me..mercy, your majesty. My sister was hungry for four days. She would have died of starvation," the boy joined his hands and begged the King as fat tears slid down his eyes. The King sent him a cold glare. "40 lashes on his back," Allain declared. His verdict brought a content smile on the p
His To Claim Mine
"The werewolf King refused to back down as we had suspected. He tried to take our delegated captive but Heron and others fought their way out. They are returning to the capital as we speak," Bentham informed Elizah. A pleased smirk crept along Elizah's mouth. Everything was going according to the plan. "Tell Atticus to meet me in my study room," Elizah commanded over his shoulder. Bentham bowed and left to relay the message. Atticus showed up in his study room many moments later. "You majesty," he addressed Elizah at the door and entered the room with a wicked smirk on his face, carrying his conceited air along. " My lucky day, I suppose. Finally got acknowledged by the King himself," Atticus smirked as he walked in. Despite the smile he was sporting, there was no warmth in his eyes. His dislike for the true heir profound. "I am not the King..yet, lord Atticus. And as far as acknowledging is concerned, trust me I know enough about you," Elizah asserted while leveling him with
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