เข้าสู่ระบบAmber“Are you sure you want to come right here? Inside your pants?” He pushed himself into my palms, eyes boring into mine, sinking into me and gripping my core. I smirked. “What if they come back and see you like this, Hunter, begging for a pussy like a whore…?”I didn't know why I said that. The words just tumbled out. And his gaze took a darker shade. He was more turned on. Gripping his width with my thumb and index finger, I dug into the fabric of his pants and slid down the shape of his trunk… then up again, grating along the texture of his pants. And exhales of pleasure-soaked grunts burst from his tensed throat.“Yes…,” he heaved, “whatever you want, Amber—you decide—urmph, fuck—!” I clutched the fabric around him and kept moving vertically. “Did you like that?” I whispered close to his mouth. He swallowed. “Fuck, yes… .” His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and I could see him savouring every bit of caress. The slightest stroke would shift a beat or a pitch, and
AmberHunter came into the lighting, and everyone’s eyes lit up—including mine. A devilish rogue with the angel’s glow. Who wouldn’t look twice? He didn’t need to ask. A glance from him, and the photographer immediately knew what he wanted. “Right next to the Luna, facing her.” And he arrived right in front of me—keeping a distance, just as he had promised. But it didn’t meet the artistic vision.“My apologies, Alpha and Luna.” The photographer pushed his two palms together. “Get you get a leeeetel bit closer.” I scoffed. Of course. The Moon Goddess’ bad timing. How did I forget? I took a small step—and so did Hunter. Then, we both faced the lens. SNAP!A huge sigh of disappointment reeled from behind the camera. “Okay,” the photographer was still trying to not sound pissed, “a little more closer!” Unbelievable. And from Hunter’s grin, he thought the same. But it felt like he was mocking me, especially since my huge talk earlier, so I was more pissed than the photographer
AmberShowtime. I shook off Hunter’s hand and threw myself at Vale. “Oh my god, Vale!” His rage vanished. In place, a genuine surprise—and a hint of smugness because I had chosen him over Hunter Black. Eyes dancing with joy, he whispered, “I’m fine, my dear. It’s just a scratch—.” He was caressing my face, feeling the smoothness of my skin, and I could feel Hunter’s jealous wrath setting us on fire. Ignoring them all, I grabbed Vale's face—squashing it to make it more painful—and gave a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding!” “It’s really nothing, love,” Vale was smiling, but I could tell a wince of pain beneath, so I knew he liked that I was showing care for him, “I can handle this.” The door opened to Eva and Damon with our drinks when I stood and faced Hunter like a mother hen, defending my groom. “Don't you take another step! What has he done to deserve this! He made you his best man, and you hit him!” Hunter was bewildered. “What did he—you think I would hit a wol
Amber“You!” I gasped, horrified. “What are you doing here?!”Hunter flashed a devilish grin. And all I could think of is punching that stupid grin and kissing the batshit out of him. Fuck, I'm going crazy. My heart pounded harder when he did that sexy shrug of bad-boy nonchalance. “Eva's here.”And Eva snapped, her irritation clear as day, “I'm the maid of honour and you’re not—.” Then, her eyes widened with epiphany while I turned to Vale, astonished, and we both reacted at the same time—like a jinx. “Oh hell,” she exhaled. “You made him your best man?!” I demanded. And Vale quickly pulled me aside before my voice escalated and gathered the boutique staff. But as soon as we were out of earshot, I didn’t give him a chance to speak. “Did I not make myself clear that I do not want to have anything to do with my father's murderer?! I do not want him here! This is our wedding, Vale! Why are you letting him barge in!” He tried to pacify me with a hug but I backed away, no l
Vale“You’re… trespassing again…,” Vale managed to squeeze through the grasp, “There are laws… you filthy bastard—AAH!” And he flew through the air again. Then, he struck the same wall as he did two nights ago, and the same humiliation stung him. The first time he felt it was in middle school, when the Blood Moon heir Andrew let him have one of his many expensive shoes because his were overly used and patched. “AARRRGH!” Vale rose in bitter resentment. Even in death, his best friend still mocks him. “And the laws don’t apply to you?” The orphaned filth spat in anger. Vale chuckled back. “Of course, they do. So why are you telling me to stay away from my fiancee?” The black wolf leapt out—. So did his brown wolf. Yet again, his Beta essence was no match for a dominant Alpha’s. And once again, he watched in bitter rage at the unfairness of it all as the brown wolf got pinned down by the black wolf in two moves. Before he remembered the filth, that vile thing was already in fro
AmberWhen I returned to my mansion, Eva was in the kitchen with her morning coffee, the emails and the news about the realm. The second she saw me coming through the main entrance, her brows arched for a blink of an eye and then she pretended not to notice. “It isn’t what you think,” I blurted. And she sipped silently. Which was unnerving. So I walked up to her. “E…, I only went there to thank him for saving Hansel. I swear—.” She finally looked at me. “Tell me, honestly… .” “Yes.” “Are we still doing it?” She meant our plan. Of me marrying Vale to get the evidence to clear my father’s name, and also me killing Hunter. I drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “He was asleep,” I began, “so I took the silver razor,” I touched the pendant on my collarbone. And her eyes widened with new surprise. “And… ?” She breathed almost inaudibly. I dropped my gaze on the grey marble top of the island, my view misty. And immediately, she had her arms around me. I hugged her back. “I tried







