تسجيل الدخول~Owen~I kept drawing my fingers on her neck, enjoying the on and off gasp until I grabbed her delicate part and heard that gasp suddenly turned into a moan ripping off her throat. And that alone turned me on.I had waited for that gasp to turn into a moan–that same moan from last night. I was barely restricting myself from sinking my fangs into that spot on her neck just as I had done many years ago when I claimed her as my mate. But not now she was still human. Not now she still can't remember who I was.She only knew me to be Owen Vitmoz, her arranged husband.Watching her struggle to stay away from me intrigued me even more, giving me exactly what I wanted–a reason to enjoy this fun. So I decided to taunt her more not only with my words, but with my hands too."Or is it this part?" I moved on to the right, rounding my fingers around it, feeling the satisfying softness it gave to me just like last night."Owen, please stop..." She tried to resist but I caught her again slowly weake
~Elowen~I sprang to my feet the moment I heard the creak at the door. My hands went cold.I have been counting minutes, waiting until that door opened and he walked through it. And now it seemed the count was over.He had returned, stepping in like darkness given form, still dressed in the deep obsidian tones that mirrored the cold, dangerous aura clinging to him."Hello, sweet wife." He spoke with that deep octave. The message he had sent me flashed in my eyes, my feet went weak, my hands clutched tight to the soft slip dress I had worn since morning. I had refused to remove it. Refused to wear whatever he wanted me to wear.I ignored him, stepping far away."You can't continue to keep that distance from me. Even if you try, it wouldn't yield anything because you're within my walls now." He smiled, annoying as it is, it kind of relieved the haunting look that seemed almost embedded in that mask.How on earth did he get such a deep scar on only one side of his face? The other side
~Elowen~ "I have whoever I want no matter what." Even as he had left a few minutes ago, the words, it seemed he had practically inscribed them deep in my head. Every minute it re-echoes. I couldn't get over it. I couldn't get over the anger raging inside of me. What a man he thinks he is. A man who believes he could do whatever he wants. How long will I be caught in this web? Will there ever be an escape for me? Soon, a knock came at the door, the voice announcing to be the maid. I ignored the call not paying heed as I wrapped my arms around my shoulder with knees drawn to my chest. It was getting cold. Devastatingly chilling. The kind of cold not that the AC was too high, the cold that comes when every minute that passed you know is wrapped with dread. Whoever knocked seems to have gotten tired of it. I didn't hear the sound anymore. I didn't see anyone step into the room. Everywhere went dead silent. I felt so tired. Tired of this day already. The need to rest ached i
~Owen~I let my fingers tap slowly on the table beside me. Silently, I walked the space closer to the man in front of me as his eyes slid open. 250 long years had passed yet every time I saw his face gave me a reason to make him suffer. Those memories, fresh in every new day lived far beyond what I could get rid of. But then, fate had its way. Only if he had not been reborn into this world as the father of my mate. I could only imagine what would have become of him right now.Noting how his 50 years of trying to live like a human affected his eyes, he blinked several times to get acquitted with the dimly lit room. However, I knew he saw nothing. He did not need to be blind folded to stop him from seeing. With his lenses removed from his eyes, it did the work without stress.I watched him struggle just to know where he is.Melvin dusted his hands on his pants, smiling at his efforts in fixing the flickering light in the room before moving aside to speculate on the scene.“I know you‘
~Owen~I stepped out to a concealed world beneath my mansion. The underground floor. Rows of dim light shone along the sleek metallic walls, illuminating the small corridors. Getting to the third room was my secret laboratory filled with silent machines and a glass enclosure. The air smelled faintly of chemicals and steel.Recently, surveillance has tightened– the government and their growing policy of fishing out illegal/hidden medical operations which at the end only a bunch of bank notes thrown at the faces of their so-called investigative officers got them backing you up with not just protection but also free information.To avoid unnecessary intrusion by the government's eyes and their stupid investigations, I had built a secret lab in the underground part of the house.A place I used for my diagnosis.However, beyond what this exterior revealed as a laboratory, it was no longer only what it used to be. This was a place I had the city display on my screen. I place only me and my
~Owen~"Why did you marry me?”Her voice cut through my ears, my eyes returning to her lips were it trembled.I noticed she constantly snapped out every once in a while. Ever since we stepped into the house, she had been conscious of the house, she must be thinking I had things that might eat her alive. This was one of the reasons I had removed all cameras in the room. I didn't want to make her think she was being watched.But seeing the way she was conscious of every little thing, I had to try something to make her feel comfortable, even a little bit around me.However, that ended on a wrong note. Smart as always, she asked that question.I stared at her. I could see that anger building up again, that menace forming in her eyes.I knew she wanted to find out about things about my union with her. I wasn't surprised. She was smart, and knowing that by now it was not just about her father didn't come as a surprise to me. However, I wasn't going to give her the answer she was looking fo







