บททั้งหมดของ The Princess and Her Werebear: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The warmth emanating from Eliana's body and her honey scent, overwhelm every sense Jasper has. His mind is a swirling haze as his body aches for more of her. His arm slides farther around her back as he kneels, placing his other hand on the back of her head, imbedding his fingers into her silk locks. His entire nervous system vibrates, a low humming bouncing off his organs, causing miniature shivers to explode all over. He pulls Eliana closer, pressing their lips together as much as he can. His skin tingles, heat licking its way up his arms and into his face. The entire world disappears, his entire soul only aware of Eliana.Jasper's abdomen burns as it makes contact with Eliana's. Her hands softly reach for his shoulders before slowly sliding onto his back causing a low groan to roll through his chest. The need for more becomes overwhelming and he nips at Eliana's bottom lip, resulting in a gasp to echo form her, her eyes flashing open. Her pupils dilate, her own desire lighting up h

Finally.With the horizon being obscured by the crude structures of the large city, Olisnia sighs softly. She shifts atop the horse she rides."I am finally here." She gently pats the nape of the animal, smiling. "Thank you for taking me this far."As they near the side of the city, Olisnia glances up at the structures. Her mind begins to wander, flashes of her dreams swirling together. The rough architecture, the stench of the gutter, and the terrified gazes of the citizens as she passes; they are all proven real from her dream."Yes, it is exactly as in my dream. I will find her here." She relaxes her tense shoulders and stares straight ahead. "I will find her soon."As she crosses the threshold of the city, a vision bombards her mind, blinding her. Agony shoots through her body, pulsating behind her eyes. A golden wave blocks her from seeing much else, but she is able to hear anguished cries and feel the heat of flames licking at her skin.Olisnia gasps with the pain her body

"Come on," Jasper refuses to relinquish Eliana's arm as they sprint through Windwill, pushing their way through the busy streets.Eliana swallows through the burning in her chest from a mixture of exhaustion and fear. The other rebels that came to the aide of their comrade, are still behind them, shouting profanity in their direction."I can't—" she gasps out, exhaustion taking hold.Jasper glances back at her, perspiration building on his temples. He grits his teeth before yanking Eliana down a narrow path between the buildings.The area is so small, the rough brick scrapes her arms as they run, turning right. She bites back her whimpers of pain."Here," he growls, pushing her against an indent in one of the structure's walls. He presses against her, his hands on either side of her head. He peeks his head out slightly, watching for the rebels. He swallows in order to control his labored breathing. "Why are they even here in Windwill with slaves? I thought Drein outlawed slavery y

Olisnia sits near Alma, both hands over the metal restraint. She hums softly, her pale gaze glowing. Eliana watches intently, awe warming her chest. She could swear that the tattoos lining her body are actually moving, shifting.The metal begins to creak under her hold and it quickly begins to crumble, into dust."Oh," Eliana leans back in surprise, a giddiness building in her stomach. She grins, "That is amazing." Alma smiles softly as well, her shoulders drooping.Both of the men stand off to the side, their arms folded as they watch the Drulian."Does she hold power over us," Evyn questions. "Is that why we all feel an attraction toward her?"Jasper cocks his head to the side as he watches Eliana. He sneers, "The reason we have so much trust for her, is because it is the magic of the Drulians that created us. It is engrained within us not to harm our masters."Evyn cocks his brow, "Wait, so if we wanted to. . .""As far as what mama taught me, we can still kill them. This e

Eliana forces herself to hold eye contact with Prince Drake. His demeanor is intimidating as he towers over her, a shadow casting over his features, hiding any inclination on what he is thinking."He is most likely pondering on how to kill me," she hisses in her mind.There is a low murmur in the crowd of Climont soldiers, metal clanking as they return their swords to their scabbards. Eliana wonders if they have just returned from a battle."Who has harmed her," Drake's question causes a hesitation in Eliana's mind. His brow furrows even farther as he turns to those who kidnapped her. "I asked, who laid their hands on her."One of the men, the one that she head butted, steps forward, his gaze refusing to leave the ground. His face is painted with a dark bruise that expands from his nose out into his cheeks. "We did not mean to. She fought us when we took her and the bruising is a result."There is a twitch in the Prince's lips, his nose crinkling for a moment. He looks back down a