Mag-log inAfter getting engaged to the love of her life, James, Belle Layton thought that had finally found her happy ever after, until she finds him in bed with her best friend, Anna. Broken, and pushed to her death, she finds herself awake in a new world; A medieval kingdom ruled by a powerful werewolf royal bloodline. Belle is reborn in the body of a lowly palace maid 'Isabella' and is soon forced to work personally for the troublesome cold, and possessive Prince after she helps him with his rut one night. But trying not to cross the line with Prince Darian again, who's supposed to be finding a mate from a list of family selected by his mother…seems to be the least of her worries, when she realizes he has a lot of enemies on his path to becoming the new king. As Belle tries to navigate with the Prince, she finds herself in the middle of court secrets, assassinations, and schemes. She quickly realizes she is trapped in a world of danger, passion, and power, where the man she serves attempts to claim her totally. But wouldn't she want to go back to her own world? Or would she stay with the man who finally chose her?
view moreBelle's POV Belle quickly realizes that the growls and howls definitely belongs to rogue wolves. Their howls sound eerily similar to the day they were ambushed in the woods, but these were much, more darker. And judging by how empty the streets are-- they're much more dangerous. She stays close to the gate, praying desperately that Dorian notices she's missing and comes for her.She's freezing now, arms wrapped tightly around herself, limbs trembling no matter how hard she tries to steady them.What's worse is, the howls keep getting closer. Like they're following her scent and coming toward her. Like they're tracking her scent.She contemplates just rattling the gates, screaming for help, but that will only draw them in faster. She needs to hide herself somehow. A camouflage. Moving as quietly as possible, she slips farther down the road until she finds a muddy puddle beside an abandoned cart. Without thinking, Belle smears the wet earth scent over her pulse points and exposed
Belle's POV The rumors don't start small, they explode. From staff ignoring her, to nobles staying away from her--it transcends into more obvious gossip. She overhears a group whispering just outside her room thanks to the thin walls. "Unmarked mate" "shameless" "escort." Then it migrated into, "I heard she's not even fully human." "She must've charmed the prince." "I heard she's just his maid.." "She climbed her way up." That one makes Belle tense up, her entire body pulled taunt. She'd escaped the prying eyes of Moonveil, only to walk right into another web of hate. Was there nowhere she could breathe without becoming someone's target? Belle decides not to let things slide this time, however, slamming her door open loud enough to rattle it's hinges. They freeze when they see her, looking away from her face like they're scared of being...'charmed.' Belle face contorts into the meanest scowl she can muster, taking slow intimidating steps toward t
Belle's POV His tongue plunges between the folds, eating her out like a man starved. Belle feels him everywhere, his tongue diving deeper than she'd ever thought it could go, while his thumb simultaneously works her clit. She gasps out loud, legs quavering around Dorian's shoulders where they've been thrown, her head pressed back into the pillow as another loud moan rips past her lips. Dorian hums against her skin where she's most sensitive, the vibrating sending another strip of heat up her spine even as his hands ascend, tracing the line of Belle's throat. The the other hand keeps her legs firmly clamped around his broad shoulders, "I've wanted to touch you like this for a very long time, my dear." he whispers hungrily, before his tongue plunges even deeper. His touches become more fervent, whispering praises against where she's most sensitive, unaware of how deeply his words strike her soul. Belle doesn't last after that, body arching off the bed, her hands snaking
Belle's POV A promise of what is to come... The prince doesn't hesitate, doesn't even spare Prince's Janet a glance as he fumbles with the handle, hand trembling from quiet rage, though efficient. The door opens after a beat, closing behind them with a dull, final thud, trapping them inside alone. Privately, Dorian breaks. He wraps his hand around her again, pressing soft kisses to her temple reverently, an apology. Then he pulls away, gaze worried and searching; "Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Tell me!" Belle's heart melts at the sight of the solemn expression on his face. He looks completely defeated, like a man stripped or everything else. "I'm o-okay." Belle feels all her anger and hurt slowly fizzling out. "I just went for a walk. I'm really fine." The red in his eyes has dimmed. "You shouldn't have told me! You should have, fuck.." he runs a hand through his hair. Belle realizes the skin on his knuckles are broken. "Did you hit him?" Belle asks softly.
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