As I languished in the echoes of Sophia's profound words, my thoughts were unrelenting, even as I observed Amelia tenderly grooming Rhea's velvety coat. The clock struck midnight, a time far beyond the girls' bedtime, yet our conversation had captivated us to such a degree that the passage of time slipped away unnoticed.Once Amelia was done brushing Rhea's hair, I tucked the girls to sleep. It was my first time tucking them to sleep, and I'd only done so because Amelia requested me to and I didn't have it in me to decline her. "Gentle dreams," I whispered, bestowing delicate pecks upon their drowsy foreheads. Drained from the day's events, their weary countenances morphed into dreamy smiles, signifying imminent slumber. With a final sweep of the room, I put off the lights and departed.I decided to head back to my room and as I passed by Alexander's room, which was next to mine, I noticed his knights weren't by his door. That meant, Alexander himself wasn't home yet. A week had pass
With each passing moment, my heart raced as our connection intensified. The taste of Alexander's lips, a tantalizing blend of spicy peppers and subtle sweetness, set my whole being ablaze. It was a kiss that rendered me temporarily paralyzed, with jelly-like legs that relied solely on his hand around my waist for support. The sensation was nothing short of euphoric, and in that moment, I became addicted to the intoxicating thrill of his touch. Despite the warning signs emanating from my senses, I hesitated to pull away, yearning for an eternal union with him.Inevitably, a desperate moan escaped my lips as the kiss deepened, igniting a dormant fire within me. Alexander's hand gently caressed, starting from my face and gradually descending to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Driven by instinct, I found myself instinctively wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him closer in a passionate embrace. I was a living contradiction, allowing myself to succumb to his desires while k
As darkness enveloped my surroundings, I found myself in an unexplainable dilemma, devoid of any recollection of how I arrived there. The disorienting atmosphere felt eerily surreal, accompanied by a tantalizing medley of scents - a subtle fusion of oil, earthy wood, verdant grass, aromatic herbs, and damp moss. Suddenly, a gentle touch laid upon my back, jolting me with a surge of shock, causing me to hastily assume a defensive stance. To my astonishment, it was the older woman, whose presence had appeared before me on the day I left Cessi in Alexander's care. She held a flambeau to her countenance, casting striking illumination upon the obscure space we now occupied. It was then that I realized our location - a basement that transcended all ordinary basements, for it was the mythical dragon dungeon. One I only heard about. "The Devil himself dwells among us and you are well acquainted with his presence!" The woman uttered in a deep voice, fixing her cloudy, cataract-filled gaze up
The council room exuded an icy chill, its atmosphere crisp and penetrating. The room was well lit, the brightness cascading down upon the old souls that filled the room. They were not mere individuals, but rather elders who had graced the earth with their presence for nearly a century. My father, Alpha king Benetton, was seated beside the esteemed sage Bernadette. While I sat in between Alexander and Calixto, trembling with the weight of the moment, and the honey scent emanating from Calixto just made me more uncomfortable.A hushed silence enveloped the room, everyone aware of the importance of the gathering. All eyes were fixed upon sage Bernadette, awaiting for her to say the first words. Her eyes were closed, creating an aura of mystery and contemplation, while her scepter was held against her face. It seemed as though time held its breath, waiting for the sage to break the silence.I glanced over at Alexander. His eyes were set on the old sage, and I noticed the crimson gleam in
The council didn't seem pleased with Alexander's choice of words, it was obvious with the way they tried to rally him. I, on the other hand, had my jaw on the floor. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. My eyes remained fixated on Alexander as he acted very unbothered. He wanted to fuck my brains out? His choice of words never ceased to amaze me, and I wondered if he really meant what he said. We were just getting to know each other over again, starting off on the right footing, and learning to be affectionate towards one another. . .but sex?It wasn't that I didn't desire intimacy with Alexander; I simply believed that I wasn't quite ready for sex yet. Also, I didn't think the weapon dangling in-between Alexander's leg could fit into me. Just the thought of that ‘bazooka’ in me was enough to send chills down my spine. My father's laughter reverberated through the room, momentarily silencing everyone. The council had their eyes on him, including sage Bernadette who was now spo
Due to my father's request, Alexander and I were now seated across a desk in his chamber while he sat across us. The doors to my father's chambers were closed, even the windows were tightly closed, restricting any form of ventilation. Although, I could see the sun beginning to set through the window. After an intense conversation between Calixto, Alexander, and I, we ended up leaving the council room. Calixto retreated to the quarters in the palace, one he planned on staying for the next one month, until the duel between him and Alexander. And regarding my question to Alexander, he promised to tell me everything I needed to know about him when we were back at the white pack. I didn't question him any further, deciding to put my trust in his words.I felt my heart constrict against its cage, and I released a low moan. "Are you okay?" Alexander asked, staring at me with eyes filled with concern. My father's worried gaze was on me also. Nodding my head, I assured them. "Yes, I am.""Bu
The ache I felt in my chest only got worse after leaving the Alpha king palace. Yet, despite the torment, I resolved to cloak my pain in a veil of stoicism. My head was consumed with thoughts as I watched Alexander walk ahead of me into the mansion. Thoughts about the words the older woman from Cessi had said to me, my mate bond with Calixto, the looming threat of the undead army—werebies, blended with the persistence of my pained chest. Could this be an inflammation of the heart? I made a mental note to request for a green tea — to serve as a soothing balm for the pain in my chest – for breakfast tomorrow morning. Amidst these ruminations, my attention remained drawn towards AlexanderI entered the mansion and the Knights were quick to close the door behind me. The mansion was in a hallowed silence, and since it was evening, way past the girl's bed time I knew they would be asleep. There was a presence of a few maids, their whispered footsteps echoing in the quietude of the mansion.
Hello, it's me Adunni. The author of FERAL ROMANCE. This is my first author note and at the time of writing this, I can see I have only a few readers which I really, really, really appreciate. I hope my book becomes a big thing on this platform.As to why I'm writing this note, I don't know if any of you have noticed, but the myth involved in my werewolf book is purely fictional, especially with the introduction of Dhruv and the addition of Faes. I tried my best not to derail completely from the original history of werewolves that's known. If anyone is pissed by this, I deeply apologize. However, I believe I'm free to write beyond my imagination. Starting from this point, the book would take a darker turn, and I can promise most of you all would only end up feeling for Annalisa— my beloved protagonist. She would make decisions that would make a lot of you hate her. There would be mention of sexual assaults and there would be descriptive smut, which is why this book is rated 18+. Even