Se connecterAaronThe version of Dahlia I had seen at my reunion party had frightened me.Not because she looked different. She looked like the woman I had known for five years, except she carried herself differently. There was a confidence in the way she stood beside Zevran, the way she met my gaze, the way she spoke to me as if she no longer cared whether I was pleased with her.The Dahlia I knew had spent years trying to earn my attention. This Dahlia, however, didn't seem to need it.The same thing happened during the trial. She sat there and challenged everything, questioned everyone, and refused to let herself be pushed around. Even when things turned against her, she didn't crumble the way I expected her to.I didn't know what had happened to her, but I knew I didn't like it.That was why I had changed my approach when I met her on the first date as the court ruled.I had expected anger. I had expected accusations and perhaps even tears. Instead, all I had to do was remind her of the good
DahliaThe heat from Zevran’s body seeped through my dress, his unique scent filling my lungs.“Good girl,” he rumbled. His hands, that had been gripping my hips, slid up my sides to trace the curve of my waist. His fingers found the buttons on my dress and, with a quick flick, popped them open one by one. The fabric parted, exposing the lacy bra I wore underneath. My nipples pebbled instantly, making me gasp.He chuckled lowly, sounding every bit like the predator he was. “Look at you. So responsive.” He hooked his fingers into the cup of my bra and yanked it down, exposing my breast to the open air.The sudden exposure made me flinch, my body trembling with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He cupped them in his hands, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple, pinching just hard enough to send a sharp jolt straight to my clit. I let out a moan that echoed in the quiet room.“Please,” I whispered, the word escaped from me before I could stop it.“Please what?” he murmured, his
DahliaHis eyes widened, a flicker of genuine surprise breaking through his composed facade. For a moment, I thought I’d won. Then the smile returned, wider this time, knowing. He leaned back against his own desk, spreading his legs slightly in confidence. “Is that so?”My pulse hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat. This was a mistake. But I was committed. I scooted close and reached up to the buckle of his belt, the metal cool against my fingertips.My confidence, however, vanished the moment I unbuckled his belt. I fumbled with it, my fingers suddenly clumsy. When I finally freed his cock, it sprang free, and my eyes widened. I had seen him before, felt him inside me, but I had never looked at him like this. Up close.He was huge. Thicker and longer than I’d ever seen, a bead of precum glistened at the tip. A tremor of fear, sharp and thrilling, went through me.“What’s wrong?” he murmured, his voice taunting. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I swallowed, my throat sudde
DahliaZevran was finally freer from the council, but somehow, I felt like I had lost more of him than I had gained.The days after the ruling were strange. He still joined me for meals when his schedule allowed, but he no longer looked for reasons to stay or spend time with me. I told myself he was busy with his duties as Lycan King, but I couldn't ignore the distance between us. Before the trial, he always found a way to be around me. Now, I barely saw him.Aaron, meanwhile, had become annoyingly consistent.He used every second of his ten-minute calls to talk about our marriage, apologize, and remind me that things could be different if I gave him another chance. I never encouraged him, but his words sometimes stayed in my head longer than I wanted.Then, one afternoon, a servant entered my room carrying an enormous bouquet.“These are for you, my lady.”I frowned. “From who?”She smiled knowingly. “Alpha Aaron.”Of course.I sighed. “You can leave them there.”After she left, I pi
Dahlia The ten minutes I was required to have a call with Aaron every day were quickly becoming my least favourite part of the new court arrangement. Every morning, someone would remind me that I had to speak to him for at least ten minutes, as if I might somehow forget that the court had decided I needed to maintain a relationship with the man who had sold me. I couldn't understand how anyone had looked at my situation and thought this was a reasonable solution. By the fourth day, I was already irritated before Aaron even called. He would try to make small conversation, asking about my day or telling me about how the Blackwell Pack seemed to be flourishing even more because of all the structure I put in place, and I would spend most of the ten minutes watching the clock. It was almost unbelievable to think that there had been a time when I had wanted nothing more than Aaron's attention. I had spent five years trying to make him see me. Now I couldn't understand why I had ever ca
DahliaI gave her a polite smile. “It's nice to meet you. I'm Dahlia.”She laughed softly and shook her head. “You don't need to introduce yourself. Everybody already knows who you are.”I frowned slightly, unsure of where she was going with that.“You're the Lycan King's fiancée,” she added.The word made me uncomfortable. I wasn't sure whether I should correct her or explain that things between Zevran and me were far more complicated.Technically, I was his fiancée, but there were so many things tied up in that title that I wasn't ready to explain them to a stranger.Before I could decide what to say, Celeste tilted her head and looked at me with an expression that made it obvious she wanted to keep talking.I wasn't in the mood for a conversation.“I'm sorry, but I should probably get going,” I said.Her smile disappeared almost immediately, and she seemed to realize that I was genuinely trying to leave.“Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to impose.”There was something about the way sh







