My back hit the wall at the same time he gripped my waist. Yanking me flush against him, his lips began to glide against mine, deepening the kiss. His tongue scoured my mouth, like he was searching untouched depths and it drove me to a point of craziness even I couldn't understand. I tugged against his shirt, almost at the edge of saying 'fuck it' and doing whatever he wanted me to do. A soft moan escaped my throat. That was a driving force for Edward because he sank his fingers into my hair, holding onto my scalp. His free hand curled around my hip and he lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His lips left mine for a moment and I was made to stare at his face. His eyes had gone shades darker, intense darkness lurking behind them. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses and so were mine. But there was something about his that drove me crazy. I wanted to take over him. I wanted to dominate him, to make him feel good. I could barely recognise
Lianna: His large hands cupped my whole face as he devoured my lips. My body immediately surrendered to his touch, begging for more and more and more. His fingers dug into my skin and he pushed me against the table behind me, grabbing my thighs and slipping me into the table. A soft moan escaped my throat and he yanked me forward, breathing hard against my cheek. The tip of his nose grazed mine and like two puzzles made for each other, we tilted our heads and everything fell into place. I yearned so badly for him and I didn't realise how much I wanted him until this moment. I didn't realise how much I had missed him until now. My hand pressed against the thin fabric of his top, trying to feel his bare skin from the thin holes of the fabric. A beautiful sensation crawled up my body, driving me to a point of craziness I couldn't control. I wanted him. I yearned for him. My skin sang with delight as we continued to kiss. I didn't want this to end. I wanted
I could barely walk but I had to. I mustered up strength from within and took us over to the bed. I was yet to come down from my new high and I needed a breather. Lianna pressed her hand against my chest. "Wait." She smiled. "You need to rest. Your eyes are droopy." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You sound tired. You should rest a bit. You just had the best orgasm. You deserve to rest or sleep." "But I want to..." She pressed her lips into mine, automatically shutting me up. "Rowena." "Shhh," She smiled again. "I love seeing you this way. Vulnerable and all mine. It's enough to get me by tonight." "I'll be awake at midnight. You better be." "I can't sleep," She chuckled and laid her head on my chest. "I just want to watch you sleep. I miss you so much." "So do I," I brushed her soft, plump lips that looked plumper after the intense kisses we shared. "You're so beautiful, Lianna. I'm not surprised why you drive me crazy. It's not just
Lianna: The palace halls were dimly lit with golden candlelight, flickering against the polished stone walls. My boots clicked against the marble floors as I walked beside Edward, my thoughts still lingering on the peaceful hours we had spent by the waterfall. It felt good to be back home after I had left in anger. Edward was really kind about it and I really appreciated it. For once, I felt somewhat at ease. Edward turned to me just as we reached the grand staircase leading to the royal wing. "I need to speak with Harvey. Won’t take long." I nodded, barely paying attention. "Go ahead. I'll see you at dinner." As he disappeared down the corridor, my eyes landed on a maid hurrying out of Ethan’s chambers. Her head was bowed, her steps rushed and unsteady, as if she were desperate to escape unseen. I might have ignored it had I not caught the way she sniffled, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her apron. Something about the way she held herself—l
Lianna: Kisses, soft kisses. Caresses. Nips here and there. Fingers digging into skin and running through smooth silky hair. The sounds of moans and grunts, hisses, naughty phrases and words of appraisals. Legs entwined in each other and tangled under sheets. All of these combined together to release several hormones that contributed to my orgasm. We were yet to start but I already got my first orgasm and I could feel another one coming as Lucas worked his fingers on my clit. I lay in bed, naked and vulnerable. I had no control or power over myself as I'd surrendered it all to Edward. His lips returned to my core, lapping up the wetness that had built up over the time he'd been concentrating on another part of my body. "You taste so good," He sighed. "I want to keep getting you wet and just lapping up your sweet smelling juices for the rest of today but that would tire you out and make things really boring for you." He didn't even wait for me to speak b
Ethan: The palace had become insufferable. I couldn't even stand it and knowing how I could be in situations like this, it was best I actually just let myself out. For days, all I’d heard were whispers, giggles, and hushed voices barely containing their excitement over the King and Queen’s newfound inability to keep their hands off each other. It was nauseating. The way they spoke about them, like some perfect, celestial couple destined to be together, made my stomach churn. Every corner I turned, it was “Did you see how the Alpha King looked at her?” or “I swear I heard them last night.” The worst part? I had heard them. Once. Just once. And that had been enough. I’d been walking past Edward’s chambers when I heard Lianna’s voice—breathless, desperate, moaning his name like it was the only word she knew. I had frozen, every muscle in my body locking up as the sound echoed in my skull, seeping into my bones. That was the final straw. I couldn’t stay in the palace a
Edward: The hall was a miserable place to be. A suffocating blend of polished wood, solemn faces, and discussions that made me want to bash my head against the nearest pillar. We’d been talking about fund allocations for the past hour, debating over statues, benches, and lamp placements like our lives depended on it. I barely listened. The moment Lianna stepped into the room, the droning of the elders became nothing but background noise. The heavy oak doors had barely shut behind her before my full attention snapped to her. She carried herself with that effortless grace, the kind that made men lose their senses and women secretly envious. My mate. My wife. My undoing. A slow smile spread across my lips, my fingers drumming once against the table. “You’re late, sweetheart.” She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her sharp eyes. “I wasn’t invited.” I leaned back in my chair, never breaking eye contact. “An oversight. Join me.” Lianna raised a brow, g
Edward: The moment Ethan stormed into the room, the air shifted. The heavy scent of sex still clung to the space, and from the way his face twisted in pure revulsion, he caught onto it instantly. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” His voice dripped with disgust as his sharp gaze flickered between me and Lianna. “You’re desecrating the goddamn council chamber like a couple of feral animals?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling slowly. I had anticipated his usual self-righteous nonsense, but this? This was a new level of insufferable. I barely had time to fix my trousers before Lianna, still standing beside me, turned to face him, her posture rigid. Ethan wasn’t done. “And you,” he sneered, directing all his venom at her. “It’s no surprise you’d spread your legs anywhere, like the—” I didn’t get a chance to warn him. Didn’t get a chance to tell him he was about to dig his own grave. Because the moment the words left his mouth, the temperature in the
Edward: I didn’t think I had ever had a good time like that in my entire goddamn life. Seated on my ridiculous golden throne, which, by the way, I had told them was unnecessary but they had insisted like it was some sacred tradition, I watched the sea of smiling faces parading before me. Everyone looked genuinely happy to see me, like they were actually proud, and for the life of me, I couldn’t even pretend to be my usual sarcastic self. The grin splitting my face was impossible to contain. It felt ridiculous, too wide, too bright, but hell if I cared. My chest was warm, my fingers were drumming lightly against the armrest in time to the soft thrum of music weaving through the air. The scent of fresh flowers... roses, gardenias, something Lianna had picked, I was sure drifted through the hall, blending with the mouth-watering smell of pastries and meat pies and the sharp tang of aged wine. A few of the Alpha Kings I was c
Edward: “How the hell is she able to be this bubbly after she almost died yesterday?” Harvey muttered, leaning forward against the iron railing of the gallery. I stood beside him, arms loosely folded, my gaze drawn down to where Lianna moved like a wildfire in silk. She was everywhere at once, barking out orders to the kitchen staff, laughing too loudly at something one of the guards said, twirling away from an apprentice who nearly dropped a tray of wine glasses at her feet. Her hair whipped behind her like a banner, her cheeks flushed with life. She looked damn good doing it too. She looked alive, radiant, and unstoppable. And that made me damn rock hard. I felt my mouth curl into a slow, uncontrollable smile. “She’s Lianna,” I said simply, voice low, almost reverent. “Death’s scared of her, not the other way around.” Harvey shook his head with a chuckle, but his eyes stayed trained on her too, like he couldn’t help himself. Ingrid’s heels clicked ag
Edward: The podium felt colder than it should have. Maybe it was just me. Hell, maybe it was the goddamn nerves humming under my skin, crackling through my bloodstream like I’d swallowed a live wire. I adjusted the heavy folds of my coat, brushing the fabric smooth with my palms. The leather was stiff under my fingertips, polished to perfection, but it didn’t ease the tension straining my spine. Harvey was a silent shadow at my back, his presence a steady weight between my shoulder blades. Good. I needed that anchor right now. The crowd before me shifted, a sea of bodies cloaked in muted colors and apprehensive whispers. I stepped forward, feeling the wood of the podium creak beneath my boots, and cleared my throat, the sound slicing through the low murmur of voices. "Good morning," I began. It was the kind of voice that made people lean in even if they didn’t trust a damn word coming out of your mouth. "I want to start by apologizing for dragging you all out here toda
Lianna: I adjusted Edward’s collar, tugging it with the kind of care a surgeon might use when slicing open a patient. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, and he stared at me like I’d just announced I was going to crown myself Empress of the Seven Kingdoms. "You know," he muttered, a lopsided smirk tugging at his mouth, "you’re acting like this is some royal wedding, not just a boring speech in the town square." I laughed under my breath, smoothing down the front of his jacket with a few sharp swipes. The fabric was rich under my palms. It was soft, expensive, and a little smug, just like him. "Oh, it is a royal wedding, Eddie," I said sweetly. "Between you, destiny, and whatever chaos we manage to unleash today." He rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might actually fall out of his head. "Should’ve known you were secretly trying to become an influencer," he grumbled. "Just this once," I quipped, giving the lapels one final, overly dramatic flourish. "I
Freya: I was deep in the middle of a very satisfying drea. It was a dream about me on a deserted island, no nagging voices, no endless plans for world domination, when the knocking started. It was persistent enough to rattle the door on its hinges. I groaned into my pillow, dragging the blanket over my head like that flimsy piece of fabric would somehow drown out the inevitable reality waiting for me on the other side. No such luck. The knocking only grew louder, like a war drum signaling my doom. "Gods," I hissed under my breath, pushing myself upright. My muscles protested. I rubbed at my eyes, feeling the crust of exhaustion scraping against my lashes. Another knock. This time, it shook the whole damn doorframe. "I'm coming!" I snapped, stumbling toward the door, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet. I yanked it open with a sharp tug, blinking against the blinding hallway light, and there she was. My mother. Standing in a fury, arms crossed so tightly
Lianna: The solar was soaked in gold. Thick streams of morning sunlight pouring through the wide windows, catching on the dust motes that floated lazily in the warm air. I curled further into the deep cushions of the settee, absently twirling the stem of my empty goblet between my fingers, feeling the slight slickness of glass warmed by my palm. Edward sat across from me, long legs sprawled out, shirt sleeves rolled up in that reckless way that always made my blood simmer. The door creaked open and one of the maids stepped in, the rustle of her skirts brushing against the polished floors. She bowed slightly. "My Lord, My Lady. The announcement has been made. About the address at the market square." I straightened, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "Did they make it obvious that I wouldn’t be there?" "Yes, my Lady," she nodded briskly. "It was made clear you are away visiting family." "Perfect," I m
Lianna: The morning sun spilled into the room entirely too bright for someone who’d just woken up. But I didn’t mind. I felt good. Better than I had in days. My limbs didn’t feel like they were filled with cement, my head wasn’t throbbing, and I wasn’t sweating through every damn sheet like I was trapped in a sauna sent from hell. No, this morning… I felt like myself again. Whole. Dangerous. Alive. I swung my legs off the bed, the marble floor biting cold against my bare feet. The silk robe I grabbed clung to my damp skin as I shrugged into it, its texture like water slipping between my fingers. The air smelled of fresh linen and pinewood, soft and crisp, and when I tied the robe around my waist, something fluttered in my chest. Excitement. Finally. I could train again. I didn’t get far before a voice groaned behind me. “Lianna… what the hell are you doing?” I turned, caught mid-step, with my hair messy, one knee bent, and my hand halfway to the doorknob. E
Lianna: I stirred to the sound of rustling fabric and the gentle weight of a hand on mine. My eyelids blinked open slowly. The low amber glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in warm shadows. He was sitting right beside me, elbow propped on the bed, fingers trailing across my knuckles with an almost reverent tenderness. The second our eyes met, the tension on his face cracked and melted into a soft smile. "You're awake," he whispered, voice hoarse and threaded with relief. Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead, one hand sliding up to cradle my cheek. "How do you feel, my warrior queen?" I let out a soft groan, stretching slowly as though my bones had been carved from old stone. “Like someone beat me with a broomstick, then threw me into a pit full of sorrow and set it on fire. But thank you for asking.” He chuckled, eyes scanning my face. “Your colour’s back. You had me panicking. You actu
Lianna: I’d fought wars with blood in my teeth and lightning in my palms. I had come out bruised, singed, but never like this. Never this empty. It was like something had drained the marrow from my bones, like my soul had been sifted through a sieve and discarded for sport. I wasn’t just tired, I was hollowed out. My eyelids felt like lead but lifted slowly at the sound of faint incantations. It was low and rhythmic, the syllables curling into my ears like smoke. My vision blurred, then sharpened around the figure of a woman draped in charcoal grey, her fingers twinkling with tiny, glowing sigils. I blinked once, twice. Ah. The Pack Witch. Relief loosened something in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I hated looking fragile, even though I currently felt like someone had taken a hammer to every joint in my body. “Still alive, I see,” I murmured, my voice raspy and dry like parchment left in the sun. “Congratulations. You all didn’t kill me with your fretting.”