Se connecterAurora“And there she is… the bride I had chosen for myself.” He announced, his voice cold and sharp, sending a ripple of murmurs crashing through the hall.It wasn’t even brief; it was a full-blown fuss, just as Liam’s voice cut through the air, breaking in from an alternate microphone I hadn’t even noticed earlier, sitting behind on the table.“No… I take exception to that.” Liam’s voice thundered through the hall, commanding every inch of space. Even the walls seemed to carry the weight of his deep baritone voice.“You can’t choose a bride that’s already mine. How silly were you thinking when you decided to humiliate yourself in front of everyone?” He turned sharply, his eyes burning into mine, rich with rage and wrapped with unspoken wrath.“Aurora here is the mate I have chosen to stand by me as my bride, and that is a decision I didn’t even take on my own.”The hall fell into a chorus of rumbles, and Alpha Lucas’ voice rose above them. “What do you mean you didn’t make that deci
AuroraAs I stepped out of my room and made my way toward the kitchen to assist with whatever was needed for the day, I couldn't help but feel the uneasy tension in the air.At first, it didn’t truly register, didn’t quite pull at my awareness, until I felt it, those same eyes, trailing over me with an intensity I couldn’t ignore.I halted mid-step, my breath hitching, and made the worst mistake of lifting my gaze toward the upper part of the building, toward the second floor, exactly where my instincts had been urging me to look, where that fresh, wild scent was spilling from.And there he was.Damian.Standing still, unmoving, his arms tucked deep into his pockets, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. Yet the moment his eyes locked onto mine, something flickered within them, something quick, sharp, and unsettling.But I looked away just in time and forced my feet to move, continuing forward with hurried steps, eager to disappear from sight as I made my way toward the kitche
LiamI could swear I was going to brutally punish her for daring to break free from my grip.But wait, how was that even possible? I was sure I held her so fiercely, and she wouldn't have been able to break free just so easily. I was starting to enjoy the feel of her body’s warmth, the way her thick breasts rose and fell against that tight fabric that barely covered her, leaving almost half of them spilling out so temptingly.Honestly, I haven't even thought about it all this while, except…Now, with my tongue trailing slow, deliberate lines along those plump mounds, everything felt different.Too real. Too sweet. Too addictive.Too dangerous, mixed with that faint scent of hers, that wrapped itself around me.It sank deep into my senses, clouding every rational thought I should have held onto.I wanted to dig my face into those large fountains and never get out of it. I didn't know what I had been missing all this while until now, and I was starting to hunger for it like a child ove
But like always, that wrath, raw consuming hatred, those lingering pictures of her from five years ago, and then the image of Damian standing up for her earlier, with his arms wrapped around that rounded waist, replaced whatever feelings or worth her presence might have stirred within me. My brows furrowed deeply as I took a few slow, deliberate steps closer to her, and that was when I noticed something… off. Something strange in her composure.Was she… resisting now?She didn’t flinch, didn’t tremble, didn’t bow her head like she always did at every summon, or whenever I stood this close to her.And worse, those rounded hazel eyes were locked onto mine the entire time. Bold. Steady. Unrelenting in a way that scraped against my nerves.It unsettled me.Something should break that resolve. Something should shatter that strength and send her crumbling back to where she belonged, on her knees… just like before.‘Don’t do that.’‘You’re only making her hate us more instead of winning her
LiamSo Damian found his fated mate two years ago and I'm unaware? Then I'm certainly lagging behind on some details.I'm sure it probably wouldn’t be HER from four years ago. My curiosity piqued, and suddenly I want to meet this fated mate of his.I would love to explore something between those thighs of hers.A smirk formed on my lips, and my cock throbbed just at the thought alone. How rude could he be, not to share that piece of information?“Isn't there any other conditions aside from having to present a bride?” Damian's voice cut through my lust rudely, making me curse under my breath.“I'm afraid there isn’t any other way, my son,” Dad snapped. “Unless you intend on growing old without an heir to take over from you.”“A leader could be appointed then. If my realm is over, it shouldn't be mandatory that the heir comes from the alpha’s lineage?”Dad’s eyes darkened instantly as he snapped furiously. “I forbid you from spouting such rubbish before me. How dare you think in such a
LiamI rounded the corner and was now standing in front of Dad's chamber. I exhaled sharply, forcing some calm into myself as I pushed the door open.The room came alive in a wash of enormous golden light that shimmered across every corner of the space, some of it streaming in through the tall windows while the rest poured from the grand chandelier suspended just beneath the ceiling.Dad’s room was massive, one of the largest in the house. Furnished with an expansive bed, a private study area tucked to the side, towering bookshelves lined with volumes of both ancient and modern histories, and a washroom and minibar stretching out along the opposite end. Altogether, it held a complete, luxurious ambiance where one could study, think, and strategize effortlessly, without lifting a finger or stressing over the packhouse.The moment I stepped in, my instincts sharpened. My gaze locked onto Dad in the study area. From a distance, it looked like he was going through a document I couldn’t qu







