LOGIN"You...." She whispered, shakily. "You're...."
He didn't answer. Instead, he watched her carefully, almost as though waiting for her to run.
His expression didn't harden and he didn't even move toward her. He simply lowered his gaze for a brief moment.
"If you're afraid...." His voice was calm. "....I'll get someone to take you back."
There was no threat and no command. Only quiet certainty. And because of that, Briella blinked, confused.
She had expected arrogance and sexual madness. Instead, he was giving her a choice.
No one.... had ever given her a choice.
A long silence settled between them and she searched his face again. Those impossible eyes no longer frightened her. Beneath their unnatural color was something she recognized.
Loneliness. A loneliness that looked frighteningly similar to her own.
"You won't stop me?" she asked softly, subdued also by his inhuman beauty.
"No." He replied without hesitation. "I never wanted to."
The words settled deep inside her. For reasons she couldn't explain, the fear slowly loosened its grip.
The man before her was still a stranger, still dangerous and wrapped in mysteries she couldn't begin to understand. Yet, he had shown her more respect in a single night than she had received in years.
A faint smile, hesitant and fragile, touched her lips.
"I think...." She took one careful step toward him. "....I want to stay."
She reached up slowly, resting trembling fingers against his cheek.
"Your eyes are so beautiful."
For the first time in centuries.... he forgot how to breathe. For a long moment, he only watched her face carry so many emotions including marvel.
When he leaned in, she didn't flinch.
Their foreheads touched first and his eyes flared in shock.
He could feel her!
And immediately, his lips found hers in a slow, searching kiss. There was no urgency. Only two lonely souls finding a moment of peace in each other's presence.
When Briella closed her eyes and returned the kiss, this cold alpha felt something impossible stir within the emptiness that had haunted him for centuries.
The kiss slowly deepened and then it progressed. He pulled her close and kissed her neck. Briella gasped at the shockwaves of sensations that shot up to her scalp, jolting her and arching her breasts.
She had never been touched like this.
His skillful kisses traveled lower and lower and suddenly his hands lifted her dress. He exposed her breasts and when he temptingly leaned down, he sucked her nipples so hard Briella arched her back and moaned loudly.
The sensation was electric and sent signals to her virgin vagina.
This stranger licked her skin and gave a strangled groan when he tasted her salt and sweetness.
He moved down kiss after kiss and parted her legs till he saw her wetness. The scent hit him like a blow and his tongue pressed against the swollen tip of her pussy that begged for his attention.
"Oh my god!" Briella cried, sharply.
Then he pulled away and took off his thick jeans with a sharp yank.
And in one fluid move, he entered her with his cock. He was slow and careful as if by instinct he'd known she was innocent. Briella cried out as he broke her virginity. It was a sharp pain followed by a deep heat and his gentleness.
He paused and waited for her to adjust for what felt like hours, watching her face.
He knew she was thinking of her husband and trying to grip onto common sense. He could smell it off her. She was married.
He knew she was afraid someone might be looking for her at home.
Then with that thrown behind him, he began to move. He fucked her gently and so sweetly, sliding in and out in a enjoyable friction that shot deep into the depths of her belly. Into sweet spots she couldn't describe.
Briella clung to his shoulders. And oh.... she felt full she couldn't speak without choking.
And at the same time, she suddenly felt seen and loved.
And gradually, the friction built up into something blinding and this beautiful man followed with his pace.
He began to fuck her hard and this time Briella let it all go, succumbing to a strange trust that he was all about pleasure and would never hurt her.
He slammed his hips against hers. The bed creaked and Briella didn't realize when she screamed with pleasure, her pussy juices smearing everything between them till the man fucking her moaned in his own pleasure, the softness of her folds gripping him and catapulting tremors of sensations through his cock.
Every thrust hit her deep. Her newly disvirgined pussy gripped his cock hungrily as she felt insistent waves of ecstasy crash over her.
She sobbed and moaned and pulled till she came violently, crying and trying to understand the sweetness that felt like she was falling into a death zone that was mostly sensations.
The sex went on and on and when Briella became spent and dizzied from the immense pleasured madness, the alpha groaned and filled her with his warm cum.
When Briella finally sagged against him, utterly spent and her body tingling with pleasure, he gently eased her away.
She looked at him, her green eyes wide and dazed, a faint blush on her cheeks. She felt… satisfied and utterly exhausted.
Then without a word, she fumbled for her discarded clothes, her movements clumsy with spent passion. The moment was over and the escape had been granted.
Now, she needed to come back to reality. She turned, a whispered apology on her lips, and then the stranger walked over to her and gripped her chin.
Briella raised her face, expecting another eager kiss but instead, he looked in her eyes and infiltrated her mind. And then, he whispered the words that she would forget.
"Never remember me. Remember the feeling."
And with that, he watched her go, the phantom warmth of her skin still lingering on his and the echo of her moans and surrender vibrating in his very bones. He had felt something real and it intrigued him.
"Who are you...?" he breathed.
A long silence followed, Then, a terrifying realization, escaped his lips.
"Why could only you make me feel?"
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The next morning, Ashcroft Manor felt unusual.
Employees hurried through the marble hallways carrying fresh flowers and expensive decorations. Gardeners rushed across the front lawn with wheelbarrows. Luxury SUVs rolled in and out through the front gates every few minutes. Security guards barked orders into their earpieces and the housekeepers polished every glass surface until it gleamed.
Madam Skye was busy shouting at every single person who crossed her path and was not of a greater ranking.
It was chaos.
Briella frowned as she carried a basket of fresh towels down the hallway.
"What happened?"
Nobody answered. She tried another maid.
"Is something important going on?"
The woman walked straight past her as if she hadn't spoken. Another servant bumped her shoulder without apologizing.
Briella stumbled but quickly regained her balance.
"Sorry, dear."
She apologized even though it wasn't her fault.
A quiet sigh escaped behind her.
"My Lady."
Briella turned and the young maid from yesterday hurried toward her with a nervous smile.
Her name was Lena. She couldn't have been older than twenty.
Unlike everyone else inside the manor,mLena still smiled at Briella. Even if only it happened when nobody was looking.
"You shouldn't ask them." She whispered.
Briella blinked. "Why?"
"They don't like talking to..." Lena stopped herself. "....to you."
Briella's smile faltered.
"I know."
Lena looked guilty. "I'm sorry for reminding you."
"It's alright."
It wasn't but Briella had grown used to saying it and pretending.
She tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear.
"So.... What happened?"
Lena glanced around to make sure nobody was listening. Then she lowered her voice.
"The Red Kingdom is coming."
Briella's heart kicked violently even though she didn't really know what the oncoming kingdom entailed. She frowned.
Briella heard the bedroom door open.She froze.Then she heard footsteps.Heavy.Unhurried.Coming toward the bathroom.Her heart began to pound.No.Please, no.The door opened.Laszlo stepped inside.Briella immediately backed away.He stopped when he saw her.She was wearing the robe, its belt tied tightly around her waist. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her eyes were already filling with tears."Briella."She shook her head."Please."He glanced at the robe.Then at her face."Come here.""No."The word escaped her in a frightened whisper.Laszlo took a step forward.Briella recoiled."Don't!"He stopped.Her chest rose and fell rapidly."Please don't touch me."The words struck him harder than he expected.He looked at her for a long moment.Then he lowered his voice."I won't hurt you."Briella shook her head harder."You don't know that!"Laszlo went still.She seemed startled by her own words.But the fear had already taken over.When he approached again, she
"You're staying here, Briella."Laszlo's words lingered in the room long after he had spoken them.Briella stared at him.She wanted to ask another question. Several, actually.But the look in his eyes made her swallow every single one.He turned toward the five women standing near the door."See to her needs. Make sure she's comfortable. If she wants anything, provide it.""Yes, Your Majesty.""And nobody enters this room without my permission.""Of course, Your Majesty."Laszlo glanced at Briella.She immediately lowered her eyes.Something tightened in his chest.He had barely raised his voice, yet she was already shrinking into herself.He didn't like it.Not one bit."Is there anything you need?" he asked her.Briella shook her head."No, Your Majesty."The formal address irritated him for reasons he couldn't explain."Laszlo."She looked up."What?""Call me Laszlo."Her lips parted slightly.Then she shook her head."I couldn't."His eyebrows rose."Couldn't?""You're the king.
She shook her head, looking between his eyes and his mouth as though she had discovered something terrible."I don't know what's wrong with me! I.... I always want you so much. No matter how dangerous you are for me...."Laszlo stared at her."Briella....""Why do I keep doing that?"She pressed her hands against her cheeks."Why do I keep wanting to kiss you?"He opened his mouth.Nothing came out.She looked horrified."You must be doing something to me."For the first time in a very long time, Laszlo Knight was genuinely speechless.He had not bewitched her.He had not cast a spell.He had barely touched her.And yet, judging by the way she was looking at him, she was convinced he had somehow stolen control of her mind."Briella," he said carefully, "I am not bewitching you."She stared at him suspiciously."Then why do I want to kiss you?"He had no answer he could give her.Not one she would understand.Not one he was prepared to admit aloud.Because the truth was that he, too, h
Laszlo remained still until Briella's sobs finally began to subside.He gently rubbed her head once more before slowly releasing her.She immediately lowered her face, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.He watched her for a moment.Then, as though remembering something, he extended his hand."Give me your hand."Briella hesitated.His gaze dropped to her fingers."Your hand, Briella."She reluctantly placed it in his.The moment their palms met, he felt the trembling.Her fingers were shaking.Laszlo glanced at their joined hands, his expression tightening almost imperceptibly.Without saying anything, he gently squeezed hers.Briella looked up at him.He said nothing.Neither did she.He simply picked up her luggage with his free hand and began walking.Briella followed.The servants immediately stepped aside to make way for their king.Nobody dared speak.Nobody dared stare for too long.And nobody seemed capable of understanding what they had just witnessed.Laszlo Knight
Laszlo looked down at Briella.Her cheeks were wet.Her lashes were clumped with tears.She looked so small against him.Something painful twisted inside his chest.He had been angry.But she had been frightened.And somehow, that realization hurt him more than anything the woman had said.His fingers tightened gently around her.He shut his eyes.For four hundred years, he had believed emotions were weaknesses.He had forgotten what guilt felt like.Forgotten what regret felt like.Forgotten what it meant to hurt because someone else was hurting.Yet now...Briella was crying against his chest.And he couldn't bear it.His voice came out quieter.“I'm sorry.”Briella stilled.The servants stared.The woman kneeling on the floor stared.Even the guards looked shocked.The Red King had apologized.Laszlo opened his eyes.He looked over Briella's head at the kneeling woman.His expression became cold again.But his hand never stopped stroking Briella's hair.Laszlo looked down at the tr
The moment Briella stepped fully into the palace, she realized the stares had not stopped.If anything, they had become worse.Servants lined the enormous entrance hall, standing perfectly straight as Laszlo walked through.One after another, they bowed.“Your Majesty.”“Your Majesty.”“Welcome back, Your Majesty.”But their eyes kept drifting toward Briella.Some stared openly.Some whispered.Others looked at her with thinly disguised disapproval.Briella lowered her eyes.She tried not to notice.She had spent enough of her life being looked at like she didn't belong.Wolfless.Omega.Unworthy.Her fingers nervously gathered the fabric of her dress.Then a woman stepped forward.She was beautiful, elegant, and confident, dressed in a dark-red gown that seemed perfectly suited to the palace.Her face immediately brightened when she saw Laszlo.“Your Majesty.”She lowered herself into a graceful curtsy.Laszlo barely acknowledged her.“It is good to have you back, my king.”Briella s







