บททั้งหมดของ Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Marko N Ivanov."It is not so easy to be confident with the person you adore more than anything, is it?"She asked with a wicked smile as if she intended to teach him a lesson."But I want you to be that. You are the sexiest and most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and that you would be mine is...astounding, Alba; you look magnificent, and if you don’t believe that despite stroking me to find your effect on me, I am at a loss."She swallowed."I want to be comfortable with you. And I want you to be comfortable with me. Also, I want to make so many pups with you that-""That you will proceed to treat as endearing pets?""Those...are not the right foreplay words."A scoff left her lips at his reply.If they were to discuss Milos, the night would take a turn, so he lowered himself to her breast and placed the hard nub he had teased in the warm wetness of his mouth.An ‘O’ that remained unvoiced took over her lips."It's my birthday, Alba, so I will lie on the bed and you..."He uttered

Alba M. CraneThe stone beneath my feet is hot, but I do not feel the pain of the burn; no, I do; it is that everything else within me hurts more than my body has the capacity to express.My hand holds something putrid that I am terrified to gaze at. I can feel its cold, wet and slimy nature, almost like decayed flesh, yet I cannot abandon it; It feels too precious.The room I walk into resembles a throne room, but the walls have crumbled, and there is no ceiling, all of which permits me to watch fire devour everything in sight.There is nothing to quelch the towering pillars of flame; the sky is a burning white, not a cloud in sight, and the air is far too hot and dry to hint at any life.It is as if I am watching the end of the world, and I feel…nothing.Everything is over, nothing is left, and the emptiness in my chest only emphasises this...I do not know how to describe it.Not even tears find my eyes, or perhaps the heat has devoured them?No... they just aren’t there.My gaze t

Alba M. Crane"How is my baby?""Which one?"I ask as Violet settles in the car, and the drive to Rebecca’s mansion begins."Not you, obviously.”She utters as she throws the length of her hair over her shoulder.“You decided to leave me behind in Chrysalis.""Oh please, I asked you to come with me. But you refused; I almost thought you didn’t like us enough to want to come to Ketria with me.”I utter, feigning sadness with an exaggerated pout of my lips."I like you, I like Sharon, hell, I may make some wolf friends that I may grow to like during this party, but let's be honest, I am not cut out for this ‘world’ of howling at the full moon.”“We do not howl at the moon.”“You probably should; you don’t even hunt as a pack anymore like the olden days; that’s why you picked up the habit of smoking.” “Okay. Is this going to turn into a lecture? I would rather it doesn’t, so I will move on; how are Beatrice and George?”“Great, interestingly enough, she is thinking of coming back here t

“That’s like saying I do not care for my skin.”The girl Violet converses with responds.“I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret my words.”Christ, Violet.I almost groan, but Georgia yells a question impolitely at me."Is that a ring? Are you engaged, priestess?" Silence follows the words; even the blonde, who almost responded to Violet’s taunt, turns her attention to me.“That’s right; you said you would discuss it inside,”Rebeca chimes.Hesitation echoes within me, I thought I would be amongst friends as I open up about this tender subject, but instead, I feel as if I am-"Yes, uh...I am getting married."I announce into the silence, and gasps follow from the majority of the lips but Rebecca’s."Oh! The Lycan King was carrying a baby in his arms in the papers, perhaps a week back. Was the baby yours? I mean, you did go missing for years after the whole Red Graw saga. Did they… I mean, is that why you are being removed from the royal line."Georgia asks; her brashnes

"Ahh...that hits the spot."Ruby utters as she places her pitcher of cider beer on the table with a thud. Without missing a beat, she turns to the table grill and turns the thinly sliced steaks before they burn.It was amusing watching her eat, actually more than amusing; I keep growing envious of her appetite.Still, how were the Clive illegitimate children treated for her to behave this similarly to Violet and me?While I like her playful maturity, we understand the scars that made us this way.After explaining my dream as the ‘sun’ to her (I am not sure if she believes me or thinks I am crazy), we settle and enjoy each other’s company at the eatery that offers each table a small grill and a wide selection of meats for one to fry up themselves if they do not wish for any item from the precooked menu.It took quite a bit of patience, but I finally finished the steak Violet made for me; it is hard to avoid eating when everything around me smells delicious; hell, even the smoke smelled