LOGIN~Storme~It was time for another session with Geniee. This time, however, to not make it look suspicious, we choose to have this in the daytime. After the king caught me the other night, rumors of me having affair with different men had somehow permeated through the palace. And even though the servants all hush when they see me walking past, there was never a doubt to what they’d been discussing initially.The weather was a bit chilly, so I threw a cute, grey woolen blanket around my shoulders. I might be on my way to becoming a witch, but that will not happen if I catch pneumonia. There’s no saying that my new-found speedy recovery would work with that.I pulled my covering tighter around me as I walked to the hidden, most rarely used part of the palace. It had been two days since the whipping, and even though I could move now, the memories of the injustice that had been done to me couldn’t leave my mind. I don’t think that I’ve wanted to get back at someone as badly as
~Storme~My body ached, heavy and sore, but I could feel the softness of my sheets beneath me. I opened my eyes and blinked slowly, allowing myself to adjust to the light."Storme?" a voice gasped.I turned slightly, and saw Grace hovering over me, her eyes wide with relief. "You're awake! Thank the goddess, you're awake."Her voice trembled as she clutched my hand, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. I gave her a weak smile. "Grace," I whispered, my throat dry. "Theo... is he okay? Did he... stay?"Grace nodded, brushing strands of hair from my damp forehead. "He stayed until you were stable. He didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t want you to open your eyes and get mad when you see him beside you."A pang of guilt twisted in my chest. I wished he had stayed. I wished I could have seen his face one last time before sleep pulled me under. But I knew he couldn't. Not with everything happening between us.I tried to push myself up, but a sharp tug of
~Storme~My day has practically become bleak ever since the incident with Theo. the hurt that flashed in his eyes before he left still lingered in my head. the more I thought about this now, the more I realized that staying away from him wouldn’t be as easy as I thought it would.I sat cross-legged on the floor, the old grimoire Geniee had given me lying open on my lap. Three candles, evenly spaced in a triangle, flickered in front of me. She’d always told me that heightened emotions make spells work easier and better. Maybe I could just use this frustration piling inside me to practice.My hands hovered over the candles, my fingers tingling with anticipation. I took a breath, closed my eyes, and whispered, “Aera luminae, rise.”Slowly, I cracked an eye open to see if it had worked. But there was nothing. I tried again, this time slower, and more focused. “Aera luminae, rise.”The candle swayed a little bit, then moved as if it was about to levitate before dropping back down."Come on
~Theo~Nothing has ever confused me as much as Storme did. One moment, she’s all in my arms, wanting to give and take as much as she can, and the next minute, she’s threatening to accuse me of rape if I don’t leave her alone. That was the most undaunting thing I’ve ever experienced.I threw another knife onto a darting board held up by one of the servants who was practically shivering and shitting in his pants. The last time that I’d done something like this was when I realized that something had happened to my mother, and she was nowhere to be found. But throwing knives at the board helped alleviate my stress.I understand that my father might have given her some threats, but letting me feel her body and then turning around to accuse me of such a thing was too much. Why didn’t she trust me enough to tell me exactly what my father had told her? Does she think that I’m incapable of doing anything to salvage the situation?I sent another knife flying into the air. It landed at the end o
~Theo~My question, or rather statement hung in the air as electricity cackled between us. Storme stared at me wide-eyed, but making no effort to get off either. My grip became tighter as I relished the feel of her skin against mine. I could feel her heart pounding against mine, and her warm breath mingling with mine.Leaving one of my hands on her ass, I allowed the other to slowly trail up her spine. She had no bra on either. This was a whole lot of torture for me. I wanted to move, but I was scared that she would put on her amour of aloofness once again. I just wanted to enjoy this closeness with her as long as possible.Storme looked at me, her gaze so intense and filled with frustration and longing. She still wanted me, I could tell from the way her eyes kept dropping to my lips and then back to my face. I could feel my wolf egging me on, yelling at me to go on and kiss our mate, but I was scared of what her reaction would be. The last thing I wanted to do was make her upset and
~Storme~I woke up feeling like shit today.Every part of my body ached. My head was pounding, my stomach cramping, and this annoying feeling of nausea wouldn’t go away. It was predominantly never better during the early mornings, and even though I tried to gag, nothing came out. Maybe I really had to check myself out in the pack hospital soon. What if I’d somehow gotten food poisoning? Or some kind of disease while in the dungeon?Strolling out lazily from the bathroom, I dropped the toothbrush that I used after gagging, and stared at myself in the mirror. I wouldn’t say that I looked dramatically unlike myself, but there was no shine in my eyes anymore. I looked at myself and all I could see was a shadow. An almost lifeless figure.For some reason, I couldn’t hear my wolf, Sunny anymore. It felt like immediately I began to activate my powers, she gradually slipped out of mind. Times like this were when I wanted to feel her presence, no matter how little it was. I could feel that she







