After rounds of heated sex, Athena lay wasted on Prince Lucian’s bed, she was sore, her legs were weak. Waking up to the sound of the shower and Lucian not being beside her, Athena concludes that he is taking a bath.She covers her face with both hands, waiting for regret to come but it never did. She was angry, more than angry that Lucian didn’t Recognize her as his mate. She was with him the whole night doing so many things she is too shy to talk about, even till the morning.Athena was surprised at Lucian’s stamina. At the fifth round she expected him to be tired, but it seemed like each time he came,he got strength to pound her again. Lucian stepped out of the bathroom stark naked. Athena gasped, her eyes widened.“Good morning Athena.” Lucian greeted with a smirk. His hair was still wet from the shower and his chest glistened like a glazed doughnut.“…um G—Good… morning Your Highness…”She managed to say, all the while blushing furiously.Lucian laughed at her facial expression.
The Knock pounded on the door again, this time more urgent. Yet Lucian stilled sucked Athena’s nipple. “LUCIAN!!”“Your highness. Your being called.” Athena said, clearly consumed by the pleasure Lucian was giving her. He release her nipple with a pop.“Call me Lucian.” He said.“Say it.”“Lucian.” The way she said it was like a prayer.“Focus on me. Drown in this pleasure.” Lucian said, his voice hoarse. He just wanted to be buried deep inside Athena. He wanted to know what being in between her folds would feel like.“Lucian I know your in there. Come on man. I know your still upset after your conversation with the king.” Luca said.Lucian licked the skin of Athena’s breast, he moved his tongue round her nipple, without touched it. Athena was trying to control her moans.She didn’t even care at this point whether he recognized her as his mate or not.“Lucian? Why don’t we go to a club or something. Yeah?… we could get some girls to release tension?.” Luca suggested, unaware of the f
Prince Lucian held Athena close, his hand firm around her waist, the other gently cupping her jaw. His lips met hers in a kiss that deepened with urgency. At first, Athena melted into it, heart pounding, but then she hesitated there was something off. She pulled back slightly, breathing heavily and her brows drew together. A strong unmistakable scent wafted off him.“You’ve been drinking.” She said quietly, her eyes scanning his face. His pupils were slightly dilated, cheeks flushed.Lucian leaned in again, reaching for her, but Athena stepped back.“I said your drunk.” She repeated firmer this time. He scoffed, stumbling softly as he tried to follow her retreat. “I’m not.” He muttered, but his words were just a bit too blurred, his stance just a bit too unsteady.Athena’s gaze flickered to the side. On the ornate table by the hearth sat a half empty bottle of strong amber liquor. Her heart sank.“Prince Lucian…” she whispered, disappointment lingering in her chest. When he tried
The day dawned heavy with gray clouds and a promise of storms, but Athena had barely registered the weather. Today was supposed to be special, her eighteenth birthday, the day the Moon goddess would allow her sense her fated mate the one destined to be hers.Instead, she was handed a list of double chores by madame Ysolde before the sun had even risen.“Since you’ve proven yourself so forgetful.” Ysolde sneered “ let see if hard-work will shake the foolishness inside your head.” Her tasks began immediately.First, she was ordered to the laundry hall, where of the mountains of the garments, noble cloaks, soiled linens, even royal hunting leathers, awaited her.The steaming cats of water burned her arms red as she scrubbed and rung out fabrics one by one. Her fingers stung from the soap, her wrist ached.Next, she was sent to the garden terraces, where she spent hours kneeling on sharp gravel, pruning the thrones of the late queens private gardens. She pricked herself a dozen times, he
The palace rose like a mountain carved from moonlight and shadow. With towers that scraped the heavens and marbled walls. It pulsed with ancient magic of the first bloodline. The birth place of the Alphas of Alphas.The sprawling palace grounds shimmered in the morning dew, gardens stretching into the mist, guarded by black ironed gates etched with ancient runes and below,nestled near the eastern wing, stood the royal kitchens. Where the scent of warm bread, spiced meat, and fresh herbs danced through the corridors. Athena, stood at the basin near the window, wearing her maids uniform. She rolled her sleeves as she scrubbed the porcelain dishes, the water now tepid and flecked with soap and oil.But her hands moved without direction.Her mind was far away lost in the memory of last night.Prince Lucian.She had never know a prince to be so…gentle.Their conversation last night in his bedroom. Their proximity. The way he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. The feelin
The palace of the Supreme Alpha king gleamed with golden lights and polished obsidian walls. Long tables carved from Blackwood overflowed with rich meats, roasted game and fruits dipped in honey and wine. Goblets clinked and laughter echoed though a battle had just ended outside the palace walls, the halls roared with celebration as if blood hadn’t stained the ground hours ago.Tonight wasn’t about war.It was about Lucian. The future Supreme Alpha king, who had returned.He sat at the head of the banquet table, clad in a dark ceremonial armor polished to a cruel gleam, his piercing blue eyes scanned the room with cold detachment. The throne behind him remained empty, his father was yet to join the celebration. Alphas from all corners of the realm sat in order of dominance, the banners of their packs hanging boldly from the marble columns. Each Alpha has brought their daughters, adorned in silk and jewels hoping to catch the eye of the heir. Beauty filled the hall, perfumed and pa