, Simone seizes a dark bargain with the Lycan king: marry him for a year, gain power, and unleash her thirst for vengeance. As she’s pulled deeper into his shadowed world, Simone realizes she’s more than a pawn to him. But things take a twisted turn as she finds out he had been cursed and yet —a passionate, dangerous pull binds them together… “stop groveling, you'll hurt your knees.” She complained, worried about me; her little action and sensitivity had caused my cock to throb harder in my pants, I loved dominant women. “I like it this way, I'm where I ought to be.” I whispered, sending trails of kisses from her feets to her laps once more. “Where is that?” She asked with a smug grin, yanking me by the hair, causing me to flinch backwards, “On my knees,” I whispered. Parting her thighs, my fingers sliding through. “On my knees, before you. Mi amor.”
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My hands became shaky, and tears brewed up in my eyes. I refused to believe what fate had in store for me. The reality became way too harsh to handle, and I swallowed hard. My heart was racing in my chest while my eyes remained pinned on the text message on the phone. “I'm pregnant. Let's meet at the usual spot. We have a lot to plan away from your barren mate, of course.” The text read, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces while my eyes glanced over the contents repeatedly. I always knew something was wrong. It's been through my marriage to Marcel; the first two years were blissful, but then he became cold. I'm in my third year, and I wasn't sure what had caused it. I believed it was one of the burdens that came with being alpha. He had spent a few nights out for several months still keeping things away from me. I didn't question his reasons; he was alpha, and more still, I knew my marriage to him had begun teetering at the edge. I couldn't bear to lose him, so I kept to myself, hoping things would change. But I was wrong—what a bloody fool I had been! Just like one of his many nights, he got several texts, then a call, and he stormed off into the bathroom. I wasn't the type to go snooping around, but I couldn't handle any more of him sneaking around. “What the hell are you doing?” Marcel asked, jerking off the phone from my clasps. With each movement, my world was torn apart and plunged into darkness. My entire existence had been a lie; my marriage was a failure. “You've been having an affair?” I asked, the words heavy against my lips. I quivered with fear, not daring to get on his nerves. “So what if I am? It has nothing to do with you being barren.” Having said those words, he wriggled into his clothes and walked past me, drawing a long hiss. My knees gave in, and I fell harshly against the floor. The coolness on the tiled floor seeped into me, coupled with my pains. I remained on the spot, bawling my eyes. He had an affair; I had done all I could to make the relationship work. While I headed out the door, I grabbed my keys and stood to my feet, tears streaking down my eyes. Every pair of eyes remained pinned to mine, but I didn't care anymore. I was done acting like everything was fine, Marcel, and i. fell in love at a young age. I got married just like we planned and hoped for a happily ever after, but I never got a chance to get mine. Here she was, some strange lady pregnant for him. My heart skipped many beats with the haste I took to my feet. I wasn't sure how to handle my life anymore. I was ruined. I needed solace. The only way I could get it was from my sister. She saw it coming, warned me severally, I wished things could have changed, she always spoke sick of Marcel, and I believed she was jealous. Eleanor and I were adopted by our parents; the Alpha King had a mate who died mysteriously not long after getting pregnant; he swore not to get himself a new bride; both our mothers happened to have passed out; not soon after his mate had died, he took us in, and we remained each other's half best friends forever, sisters by bond, and yet not blood. Oh, my fate. A bloody one at that, she warned me I didn't listen. I ignited the engine in the car, I felt every hardened gaze pass in my eyes, and I flaunted my marriage in the eyes and ears of whoever cared to listen, that I got married to one of the richest and most powerful alphas in the werewolf clan I wasn't sure I could bear with it anymore; it was too much for me to handle. I ignited the engine in the car and drove out of the mansion, still feeling the pain. The memory played in my head: the pregnancy, calling me barren, meeting at their usual spot. I had been a fool, knowing nothing. I highlighted the car heading for the building as I staggered on my feet dejectedly towards my sister's entrance; the door had not been locked, and I was no stranger. I pushed it open, not bothering to knock. Drawing close to her, the tears kept falling in a continuous, heavy downpour. I was warned, she warned me, and my spirit was left in dismay for what to say. “Don't stop… I'm, yes, like that. There.. Harder!” Eleanor screamed, moaning like her life depended on it. I stopped midway on the stairs; she never spoke to me about having a man or being in a relationship. What in bloody hell was going on? Filled with desperation, pain, and curiosity, I drew closer towards the door. I heard it louder now—the slamming of two bodies! “Uhhghhj fuck.” The grunts immersed, coupled with eleanors moans, the door was opened, clothes littered soon to the floor from the emtrace, it seemed like it had been a rush, the door was opened, ajar, but my eyes lingered on the blue shorts. It had been the same that Marcel had worn out of the house. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. I pushed forward. and there he was. From the back, I recognised him. He had already begun pumping into Eleanor, thrusting into her with all his might. “Fuck, I'm cumin," he snapped, pulling out his cock hastily and holding a firm grip against it while his cum spilled onto Eleanor's face which had a satisfied look and a pleased smile etched on her lips.“Marcel?” As they both turned towards me, I called out, my voice shaky. Eleanor was startled, but Marcel had neither moved nor flinched a bit; he wasn't bothered, as I had seen. “You've been fucking my sister!” I yelled, This time, the pain was gone, and anger riled up within me.
"Yes, Giovanni, I have to leave; I really cannot miss the burial; we would be late if we don't leave now” I added in, but then the frown on his face bothered me. “We were attacked last night, Simone; you were injured , you almost died.” I watched as he spoke; almost dying seemed to be an exaggeration, but I knew he was keen on putting my safety first. “I know you are worried, but this is one thing I know I have to do; please, we would be fine, but do this for me.” I pleaded, boring my eyes into his; he held up a brief silence before finally nodding in response. “I'm sure ciara is behind this.” .. ciara's pov “How much longer do we have to wait for her? She might not be interested; we can't keep pushing off the event all for her.'' I argued with a scowl yet mother looked unwavering, and she was beginning to piss me off—why was she always doing special favors for simone? She wouldn't delay by a minute if I was the one who ran late, but since it was her most esteemed beloved pre
I moaned into the kiss and he left, leaving me wanting more. Something about his movement and arrangement was wrong, but he asked me to trust him, and I knew that was just what I would do. * “Simone, come along; we have a long way to go.” Giovanni called out for the fourth time. I finally tied the best knot to my top before sprinting after him. He had a look on his face and smiled as we headed down the garage. I settled into the tucked in my belt, but then I realized Ivan was nowhere round. “Ivan? Is he coming along?” I asked hastily. “And who will be in charge of the pack when I'm gone?” he asked in a sarcastic tone and I giggled at how cute he acted at the moment; it was indeed nice to see a new part of him. “We have to be discreet; it's a long drive, and we wouldn't want to draw much attention to ourselves, so let's get going.“ He ignited the engine, and the drive began,we made small talk. I felt my heart getting filled to the brim. This was all I wanted—enough time to spen
Pain flashed across his face, recollection of every word he’d spoken to me weighing on his mind. But as soon as his lips parted to speak, I yanked at the door knob, storming out of the room before I shattered whatever healing shreds of my heart were left again. .. Simone's pov A light yawn eased through my lips as soon as I pushed my eyes open. I rolled around in bed, a smile stretched on my lips as soon as I recalled the previous night. “Giovanni?” I called out, but he wasn't in bed and didn't seem to be in the bathroom either, immediately I got worked up,why wasn't he around?. Did it perhaps have something to do with our sex last night? Did he think of it as a mistake? Did he wake up only to regret sharing the same bed with me?. All sorts of negative thoughts seeped into my mind, but then I knew I needed to gather every positive mindset I could take. I waited for a few more minutes in bed with my eyes lingering against the door, hoping he would make his way in any moment afte
“Do you want to stand here and talk? Because I’d rather we do this privately,” he muttered, pushing his way past my door while I rolled my eyes. “Welcome yourself in, would ya? Why ask when you’d come in anyway?” I asked, a hint of sarcasm and a lot of venom dripping in my voice as I slammed the door shut, turning to face him. I hadn’t moved an inch from where I stood, both my arms crossed over my chest while we both stood in uncomfortable silence. “Ciara isn’t your enemy. She wouldn’t be,” he spoke, and a scoff escaped my lips. This was what he wanted to speak to me about so privately? He literally seemed knee-bent on rubbing it in my face. “Look, Giovanni—” “Sim—” “No!” I snapped in a curt tone, raising my hand to stop whatever it was he had to say before he even got the chance. “You listen to me. I lost a baby—no. Let’s rephrase. I mourned you, Giovanni. I was pregnant and scared. And may I remind you that you tried to murder me? Almost got away with it. So I did all that w
SIMONES POV.MY eyes fluttered open, and the first thing that came to me was Giovanni's beautiful eyes staring down at me. I fought hard to hold my smile in, but my joy knew no bounds. I felt butterflies in my tummy. I swallowed hard, a smile settling on my lips.I couldn't help it. Why was he so good to me? He had been very supportive these days; he had saved my life twice in a row, pampered me, showered me with love and attention; he had been the best so far. How on earth am I to miss that! He had been one of the best gifts and support the moon goddess had given off to me in a while.“Why are you smiling? You have this funny look in your eyes, you know; they keep twitching,” he teased. His voice was soft, and he gently used his fingers to poke gently at my nose.I didn't want to leave this moment; I really want things to remain like this forever, just the both of us, nothing else, no puns intended; this was all I wanted. A happy and fulfilled life with him, so why on earth are thing
TREVORS POV.“Get your fucking hands off me!” My screams wouldn't stop, and I felt more pain, thinking about my hot ass. I'm dragged away, giovanni! That bastard! He watched as he dragged me out of the pack. He seems to have waited for a day like this, and it was pissing me off the most.“Your highness,” a familiar voice called out behind me; it was my Beta. He stood between the guards and me, blocking them as they moved away from me.“I'll take it from here,” he ordered before walking me over to the corner, but it still doesn't seem like he was pleased to have watched all that happened.“I had looked for you only to see you driving past me; I couldn't stop you, so I had to take a cab and then a taxi, but the. I realized you were headed down here, so I followed behind. He explained. I nodded before leaning back into the chair. I ran my hands to my hair before laughing out loud. I wasn't certain how I was expected to handle the entire thing.“Where are we going?” I asked as soon as he
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