Amara’s POV “Everything alright?” Sebastian’s voice flitted into my mind, causing me to slightly jump. It had only been ten minutes, but the silence of the alleyway gnawed at my nerves. I really have an anxiety issue, that’s for sure. “Yeah.. I don’t like it much over here. How much longer?” I replied, keeping my voice steady despite my discomfort. Edgar and Luther stood around me, each scanning opposite ends of the alleyway. Occasionally, their eyes darted my way, a silent reassurance that they were alert and ready if anything were to happen, though they’d assured me nothing would. “One minute,” Sebastian answered quickly before severing the link. The mind-link was still strange to me. My father or brothers would mind link me, but I always had trouble doing it back. It’s something Father would have gotten mad about if I did anyway. So I never really used it much, if at all. But this mind link thread is very different. I couldn’t help but kind of dread the day I’d mark
Amara POV I never imagined.. the city is absolutely alive. Pups dart through the streets, giggling and shrieking, while their parents chase after them as they scold them for running off. Vendors line both sides of the main road, showing off their items— jewelry that glints in the sun, fragrant spices, and foods that make my stomach growl despite my nerves. The buildings are unlike anything I’ve seen up close. Marble and stone buildings stretch as far as my eye can see, their sheer size making me feel tiny. From the castle, the city had seemed smaller.. But down here, everything bursts with energy, colors, scents, and sounds. It’s chaotic and breathtaking all at once. This.. this is a world I’ve only dreamed of. A cough beside me snaps me from my thoughts and I glance over, meeting the piercing eyes of my mate. My eyes betray me, drinking in every detail of him: the deep chestnut waves of his hair, the warm intensity of his matching eyes, the sharp cut of his jaw.. His broa
Sebastian’s POV “I see your Luna is quite excited about the ceremony,” I said, brushing an invisible speck of lint from the cuff of my sleeve as we walked, keeping my tone light but deliberate. Braden’s expression darkened a bit, his lips pressing into a tight line. “The ceremony.. yes, about that.” He hesitated, his gaze meeting mine. “You still have time to st—” “Enough, Braden,” I interrupted, my voice hardening. “This marriage will happen. It’s time you learned the value of alliances beyond conquest.” “Value?” he spat, his composure cracking. “You’re shackling me to some halfwit beta wh*ore. Why don’t you let me do what I do best—take what’s mine and ju—” I growled, my patience wearing thin. “And what exactly is YOURS, ALPHA BRADEN? This union will secure peace, something your blade could never do.” He let out a bitter laugh, his frustration shining through. “Peace, Sebastian? That’s just an excuse for weakness. Alpha Brock is only in the way.” “Why are you so hellbe
Amara POV I felt embarrassed, walking around the castle after yesterday's heat incident. The healer said since I’ve been marked, my heat will continue to come until I’m with child.. which is apparently something the Elders want done as soon as possible; to make certain our line will carry on in the future. It will happen out of nowhere and last anywhere from one to three days; luckily for me, my first heat only lasted a few hours yesterday. But I won’t be so lucky every time. Since we’re true mates; and royalty, our children will be quite strong princes or princesses. “Your eyes are unusual.” The healer, whom I’ve learned is named Rosanne, spoke as she flashed a light back and forth between my eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked. I blinked a few times when she took the light away. “Well, nearly all werewolves have dark brown eyes. Yours are very bright. They’re more.. golden than anything.” She said. She checked a few things on her checklist and looked at me. “You said
Amara POV He smells so amazing. It takes all I can to contain myself as I take in as much of him as possible. He was large and stretched me past my limits. “F*ck, Amara.” He growled as he reached for my bust and ripped what was left of the gown straight down the middle. I quickly pulled my arms out of the sleeves and tossed the dress aside. I squealed when flipped me on my back, his c*ck still buried deep inside me. The pain was still there, but I could feel it starting to subside and become replaced with pleasure. Like waves spreading throughout me starting from my belly. Every touch was cool against my skin, the sparks from the mate bond calming the heat within me. He pressed his lips against mine once again; Goddess, they’re so soft. And the taste of him was everything. As he began to thrust, small moans slipped past my lips and into his mouth. It only fueled his desire, because he began to pick up his pace. “You feel so good, Amara.” He spoke in a deep voice. Goddess
Amara POV Goddess, everything BURNS! I couldn’t help wriggling and grinding as Sebastian carried me away. I’d never felt this way before. I didn’t think my heat would come so soon. I thought I had more time. And I might have.. if he hadn’t marked me. “Sebastian..” I purred, clawing at his furry chest. I wasn’t scared of him in his lycan form in even the slightest of ways at this moment. All I could think about was his body against mine, nearly cooling the heat that spread throughout me like wildfire. I need him. I need him so.. Very. F*cking. Badly. It had been a bit since I’d seen fear in his eyes. But nothing like this. I knew he was fighting to control himself; I could feel it through the bond. But I believe he is truly terrified at this moment. “Please,” I begged as he burst through our chamber doors. I hadn’t noticed that he’d been staring at me the whole time. I’d been too busy clawing at him, drawing blood with the very graze of my claws. I wish he’d shift