Shades of Vulvan

I sat by the mirror in my room, still able to see Vulvan's mark on my neck, which almost looked like healing bruises. It will stay there forever once it heals, reminding me of every moment we shared last night.

I finished my breakfast with Queen Luna early before we parted ways; her kind smile and maternal gesture made me think of my own mother.

Try not to become emotionally involved. I tell myself that I am only here for a reason and that I need to put on a show to make sure no one suspects me. That is when I finally carry out my plan.

I have spent the entire day in this room and have not seen Vulvan since the morning incident. I still can not believe I gave him my body after the way he spoke to me.

I was treated poorly in the Edwood pack; it hurt me because it came from him, and I despised it when my submissive side was exposed; it was a constant reminder of how weak I was, and I did not need him to remind me of that; I was not going to take it from him. I had no idea how my hands landed on his face; it happened so quickly that I had no time to think before acting.

His expression changed completely; it was clear he was going to hurt me. I had never seen this side of him before, and I needed to get out of this ugly situation, but he pinned me before I could make any escape attempts.

I attempted to fight him off, but my arms were getting tired, and my strength was not comparable to Vulvan's. I did not want to spend my wedding night feeling vulnerable under Vulvan, and even though my nude body was visible to him, he avoided looking at it because his eyes were looking directly into my soul. At that point, I realized he could do anything he wanted with me. And the idea that he would perceive me in this way frightened me. I had to come up with something quickly.

In the hopes that he will leave me, I start crying. To my surprise, it did affect him, even though that was the least of my intentions. I flet relied when released my arms. I quickly scarmbled back, covering my naked body.

"That was not how I intended to treat you. See, I am aware that you are unfamiliar with me, I trailed off, "and I do not expect you to be at ease with all of this." All that he said didn't interest me. I just wanted to get out of this room. I looked at him for a moment. i felt it in my gut he meant it when he said he wasn't going to hurt me.

I just remained quiet, my wolf stirred restless as vulvan stood up to leave. This night was supposed to be the night we bonded and, at the same time, gain his trust. If denied him this night, how will I be able to execute my plans. I thought. There was only one thing for me to do, and that is to show him interest.

One seductive look was all it took for him to fall back on his keens, and it worked like magic. Vulvan's gaze burned with desire, and i could feel my heart racing in response. his lips crashed into mine. I gave myself to him. I gave him all of me, and he took it in one goal he marked me, and I was his forever.

"That's it," I said and got up front the chair. If I spent one moment in this room, I was going to run mad. I twisted the door nob and went out of the room.

The hallway was eerily quiet, with only the faint echo of my footsteps breaking the silence. Vulvan's room was just across from mine, but it remained empty - he was still out, wherever his mysterious errand had taken him. I would have known if he'd returned, though; his scent would have wafted into my room, a familiar and comforting presence.

I continued walking straight, guided by instinct rather than a clear destination. As I approached the staircase leading down to the living room, I had reached the sixth step when a sudden noise caught my attention. I froze, my foot hovering above the next step, and then cautiously made my way to investigate the source of the sound.

Uncertain about the noise's origin, I shifted my focus to the door at the far end of the hallway. Curiosity got the better of me, and I walked towards it. As I approached, I couldn't help but wonder why this room was situated so far from the others, seemingly isolated and apart.

I carefully twisted the door knob and to be surprised, it was opened. I went in, making sure I didn't make a noise.

my eyes wided in awe and my mouth my left opened to the sight before me, as i look around the room filled with different paintings, who would have this room big enough for paintings, it looks like they have been here for years.

dust that covered some of the paintings while some looked sorrowful as if it held a sad message only the artist could denote. Did Vulvan do all this? I wonder, I walked around the room looking at the artwork, but one caught my attention. It was big and covered with a cloth to prevent dust, I dragged the clothes to see what master piece lies deneath it.

I coughed from the dust i pulled from the cloth.

A pretty lady was on it, brown hair a dimpled cheek. Who was she? I thought

And why was there a painting of her.

I stretched my hands to touch the painting

"What are you doing here?" Vulvan's thunderous voice jolted me, freezing my hand mere inches from the painting. I spun around to face him, my heart racing. He stood behind me, his eyes blazing with a mix of calmness and paranoia. His jaw was clenched, and the vein on his forehead pulsed visibly, betraying his composure. In that moment, I knew I had crossed a boundary; it was clear he hadn't wanted me to discover whatever secrets this room held.

"Vulvan, you... you startled me." I said, attempting to sound calm, but my voice betrayed a hint of nervousness. As he began to close the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps, I instinctively mirrored his movements, backing away from him in a subtle dance of retreat.

"Vulvan," I whispered, my voice trembling. I tried to speak, but words faltered, caught in my throat. My back hit the wall, and I felt trapped, my heart racing wildly as fear wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud.

Vulvan's face was now inches from mine, his hands planted firmly on the wall on either side of me, trapping me. His hot breath danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. As he leaned in closer, the air seemed to thicken, making it hard for me to breathe.