When Erina was taken by those men, she didn't even know, as death flashed before her eyes, that it was probably one of her last moments. Either she would perform a crucial spell that might reveal her as a werewitch, or she was going to be dead. But never in her wildest dreams did she come to the conclusion that Arden would end up saving her, knowing that he just bought her and that he can easily replace her with the royalty girls who're thirsty for his attention. She knew that her loss wouldn't cause him too much damage at all. That's why, when she heard him at that moment, to see him in the middle of her life and death situation, she couldn't believe that he was there, showing up to save her. Arden's hand trailed down her neck, his thumb on her jaw, while his other hand remained resting on the headrest of the sofa as he continued to kiss her persistently, exploring her mouth and tasting every corner his tongue could reach. Erina gasped breathily as if her energy were fully consum
"The Remington invited us for a big celebration in their mansion, Arden," Celestia said while they were having breakfast. Erina was still shocked by the almost violent incident she witnessed, which explains why she was not on her senses while eating. "When?" Arden asked. "Tomorrow. And they heard about your feud with the Rockwells. I told you to maintain peace with the royalty clans because it might give us some conflicts with the other royalties!" She hissed, her eyes boring against Erina, who has now pulled herself back from her reality. "Do you want me to disregard what the Rockwell has done, Mama?" Arden's voice thickened. Celestia can feel that his temper is knocking against his head again, seeking to be freed. "She's safe. You should have let it slip—""Let's say they did that to you. They kidnapped you, and they almost killed you. Do you want me to disregard it as well? Let it slip because you're safe?" Arden's expression darkened; his jaw was clenching repeatedly. Celes
Erina spent her day choosing the dress she was going to wear to the Remington party. Even though she wanted to stay at home, she doesn't mind going to the party just to see who's there. And besides, knowing that Arden told her that she should socialize without minding what the others would say made her a bit curious. She wanted to see if Arden really meant that he didn't mind her being with him at a party. He's just saying that to probably put up a front and appear unbothered by his image when the truth is, he's just like his mother, who judged so easily. "These are the pieces of jewelry you need to wear tomorrow, Miss," the servant said as she placed the box where the pieces of jewelry sparkled.Erina’s brow shot up as she took one out of the box. It’s a diamond wreath necklace. The servant took it in her hand as Erina looked at herself in the mirror while the servant wore it around her neck. Erina looked at herself seriously, still amazed that those things felt nostalgic to her
As soon as they got into the mansion of the Remington, her eyes automatically fixed on the big mansion, her brows knitting, as if she had seen it before, but she just couldn't find the exact memories in her mind. This seems very familiar. Have I been here before? Arden noticed how she looked perplexed for a while, but then managed to control her curiosity as she cleared her throat and glanced at Arden, who offered his arm for her to hold onto while they were striding in. Erina hold onto his biceps, her other hand on the side of her big gown, as her eyes roamed around while they were going in. Compared to the mansion of the Gunners, the Remington's mansion is classy and seems lively because of its light colors, unlike the Gunner's dark themes. She noticed how the guards' eyes moved to watch her carefully. The feeling lingered in her: it was nostalgic, something that she had felt when she was young but couldn't remember at all. The big mansion is already filled with the royals, who
Erina has been getting goosebumps every time they mention her resemblance to the dead Remington's only daughter. "Erikson," he handed his hand to Erina. Erina slowly shakes his hand, her brows knitting with confusion."I heard you're the girl who's been chosen by Arden?" He smiled as they started walking back to the venue, which was the big living room."Uhm yes..." Erina said as she glanced at him, looking at his face that resembled King Remington from all angles. "You looked like your father so much..." Erina pointed it out, saying she couldn't help but notice it. Erikson was quite shocked; knowing that his sister used to point out that they both resembled their parents, he couldn't help but think about Arena. "That's..." Someone cleared their throat and suddenly showed up beside Erina. She felt how Arden's familiar calloused hand snaked around her waist as if he were marking his own territory. Erikson's eyes drifted to the hand placement on her waist, and his lips couldn't he
"I've witnessed my sister's attraction for Arden Gunner, who's always hostile when it comes to her. Though I believe that because she's too young—just eighteen—and Arden's too serious, maybe he didn't consider her at first.”Erina was so curious about Arena that she ended up looking at Erikson seriously, her eyes never leaving him. "What’s so great about Arden Gunner?" Erina couldn’t help but ask it out loud, which made Erikson’s lips curl in a smirk. "Well, at least you two have differences even though you look like my sister. She looked up to Arden Gunner, the most respected alpha king in the town. He conquered a lot of territories on his own. He’s smart, which is why my sister is just too fond of him.”Erina couldn’t picture Arena, who looked like her at eighteen, chasing after Arden Gunner, who seems so ruthless and ferociously attractive. Her eyes went to the servants, who were checking the food and, one by one, replacing it. Her brows knitted for a while, a bit curious, but t
Erina noticed how Arden loosened the tie of his fancy coat and took it off, leaving the white dress shirt as he unbuttoned each of the buttons, showing the skin of his chest, making him extremely hot with his disheveled hair as he lazily rested his hand on the open window of the carriage. His eyes wandered outside as he looked at the woods, even though his mind remained on the scene he saw earlier. His jaw clenched when he realized that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. To see Erina smiling at someone else creates a hollow feeling in his stomach, making his brows furrow. Erina can feel the tension between them even though Arden remains silent. He can sense that something is making him angry because she saw how many times his jaw clenched, his expression darkened, and he looked so mad.He’s probably worried for his mother. Knowing that Mrs. Gunner collapsed, he’s probably thinking about vengeance to punish the people behind his mother’s incident. And knowing that my mother easily
Erina already touched him bare during those times when he let her touch his massiveness. But to see it again, she couldn't seem to grasp where she got the confidence to touch it during those days. Knowing that it looked so big and erect, Erina suddenly realized why her fingertips could barely touch each other. Arden went back, hovering over her, taking her dress off her until they were both naked. Arden kissed her back; his other hand teased her entrance once again, separating it as she felt the tip on her entrance, wanting to enter her little by little. Erina knew to herself that it would hurt upon seeing how big it looked, and she doubted if it will fit her. And now that he's slowly pushing himself little by little, the pain has trickled through her body, and she has winced in pain. "Fuck," she cursed breathily. "Yes. I'm going to fuck you," Arden said as he pushed another inch, making Erina's body tremble in a struggle. She can feel him to the core. She felt like the world ho