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She was frozen like an iceberg. Cold and stiff. A cold hand on the nape of her neck pulled her closer. It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening and a shiver ran down her spine when he licked her sealed lips. She jolted when he circled his arm around her waist and yanked her closer so that her front was pressed against his hard torso. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as he hovered over her to such an extent that she had to tilt back. She tried to force her hand between their bodies to push him away but there was no space. Her mind was going hazy and she needed to breathe. His lips were oddly warm and soft against hers but there was no gentleness in the kiss. It was savage and hard. Tears burned the back of her eyes, she tried to tilt her head but he kept her in place. Fiona bit his lower lip hard enough to draw out blood as he didn't even wince but luckily broke the kiss stepping back. She was too overwhelmed and staggered a little to balance herself when he mo

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She has changed her clothes. Both Finlay and she had dinner. The little toddler was happy in the new room. "Fina?" He called and she glanced at him. "Why dwid you kiss, that man, Fina?" It was an innocent question but it took her off guard. "I thwought you kwiss someone you lwove," He said with a pout as those big ocean pearls looked at her betrayed. She pulled him close before pinching his chubby cheeks adoringly. "It was not a kiss. It was um," She didn't know what to say. "He twook the kwiss right? You didn't want to give but he twook it because your kwisses are nice," He said what he thought of it and she stayed mum. "Fina, we will stay in this room rwight?" "Yes, sweetheart," She whispered, kissing his forehead. "Now it's time for you to go to bed," She said and put him to sleep. She stepped into the restroom, locked the door, got rid of her clothes, and stood under the shower. She adjusted the temperature to warm and it felt relaxing. Wrapping her arms around herself she

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He was so tall with a muscular build and his powerful aura demanded absolute submission. "You can't escape tonight," He rasped, leaning back only to let his eyes rake over her tiny frame from head to toe with a dark glint in his eyes as if he was sizing her up. "I said, I don't want it." She said icily with all the mustered-up courage and tried to walk from the other side but he instantly leaned closer forcing her to step back so just their bodies won't touch. "It's your duty to please your husband. Which sort of a queen would you make?" He mocked and she glared at him. Their eyes locked into a heated gaze of dark intensity. "No is No, Draco Hendrix. Which sort of a king you'd make who doesn't even know the meaning of yes or no," She retorted coldly, his eyes narrowed in warning but the way his name rolled out of her lips sent a rush of blood to his groin. She was in nothing but just a bathrobe that reached her knees. He may hate her but he wasn't blind. The instant his eyes land

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Fiona was sitting in the library and Finlay was playing on the carpeted floor with his toys when the huge gates opened and Arthur walked in. She stood up greeting him as he joined her. A week has passed since her so-called wedding and she has tried her best to avoid Draco this week, luckily he was busy with his king duties so she never got to see him. "How are you, Fiona?" He asked and she closed the book before giving all her attention to him. "I'm fine," She mumbled. She wasn't fine. She got a fever on the very second day of the wedding. She believed it was because of the raw fear she faced because of Draco but it was just cold and she got better the second day after some medicines. Her stitches were removed and she was healing fine. Her fingers have properly healed but there was a little crook in the index finger, it was visible when you looked at it keenly. "Did Draco threaten you or blackmailed you to divorce him or anything?" He asked and she shook her head. It was absurd,

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Fiona was sitting on the throne as Adrian walked inside the hall and behind him, guards were dragging Benjamin and the two of his friends who had snatched Gena's innocence. Gena was standing a little away from the throne to Fiona's right as she was controlling her tears. "What the f*ck is all this?" Benjamin demanded furiously. He was of a higher rank guard so being dragged like this by lower rank guards had his ego hurt pretty badly. "My queen, these are the men," Adrian said calmly, facing Fiona who was like the ominous silence of the deep sea. "Why are we dragged here like this?" Benjamin seethed glaring at Gena before facing Fiona. "This girl here claims that you and your friends have raped her," Fiona's voice was sharp and cold like ice. Benjamin clenched his jaw before glowering at Gena maliciously causing her to flinch a step back in terror as her whole body shook in fear. "It was her punishment for disrespecting me," He gritted so casually that Fiona's blood boiled in r

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He clenched his jaw before jerking her face away as if her touch burned him before he took a step back. Taking out a handkerchief he wiped his hand with which he touched her. "Don't flatter yourself, there was something on your face," He said icily, his voice doused in rage, and half of this anger was directed toward himself. "Oh, it must be the dirty blood," She sighed resentfully and the veins on his neck showed. Was she riling him up? Indeed, she was. "The blood you're calling dirty belongs to the most powerful creatures," He sneered with direful eyes. "This powerful blood disgusts me," The seams of his lips pressed together at her sharp remark. Oh, how he wanted to punish her. But he should stay calm and deal with her cautiously, after all a firecracker like her could burn him to ashes if he wouldn't stay aware. Draco inclined his head poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He has been thinking hard about how to get rid of her without losing the throne and by the w

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"I don't want to wear this," Fiona said looking at the exquisite dress. It was beautiful no doubt but it was too revealing. She didn't like such clothes which show this much skin. It was seemingly backless with only strings keeping the dress on her from the back. The wine-colored dress looked like blood on her snow-white skin. It was tight around her hips and all the way down with a long slit on the right leg. How in the world was she supposed to walk in that? "But it was the King's strict order to get you ready in all gifts he has sent for you my queen," Gena said and Fiona frowned. Gifts? More like shackles. "This is too much," Fiona grumbled when Gena put the diamond necklace on her neck and helped her wear the earrings. "I don't like it, I want my hair open," Fiona said when Gena stared at her a little troubled, and there was a look written over her face 'king commanded me to do this.' Pulling to her feet, Fiona peered at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like spoilt ro

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Fiona skimmed out of the coat and was having difficulty stepping out. Draco has already disappeared as she tried to be cautious and not flash her panties when all of a sudden a looming figure stood at the door with his hand held forward. It was Draco's bodyguard. Fiona quietly placed her small hand in his big one as he helped her out, at the same time Draco turned to see what was taking her so long and his eyes paused on their hands. Fiona stepped around and her back was facing Draco. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he schooled his expression. The dress was backless. The unblemished expanse of her rosy skin had him breathing sharply. He didn't pay attention to the dress much when he chose it randomly online. He saw as Ezra introduced himself and she thanked him for helping her before she turned towards him and their gaze clashed. He would never say it in a million years but she looked ravishing. The dress clings to her body like a second skin. She has perfect b

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"What?" She looked at him confused. "I said, open your hair," He gritted and her brows furrowed. He didn't let her ponder on his words as he pulled out the pin and her long silky locks cascaded down her back covering her bare back from sinful eyes. He stared at the pin in his hands in frustration. What the f*ck was wrong with him. A group of men approached him and he smoothly indulged in the conversation. Fiona was on edge. Her eyes kept bouncing around afraid that at any minute someone would plunge a knife into her heart. She was scared and her heart thumped in her ears. Whatever this Pedro guy said, it terrified her and the way he talked like that about former King Arthur made her believe he has more power than Arthur. It was possible Pedro was a part of the council. Fiona was too dependent on Arthur's words, she never thought about the council and how it was forbidden for werewolves and humans to have any sort of relationship and let alone marry a lycan king. This was absurd.

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Draco had heard her scream. He deliberately left her in the hall knowing someone might try to kill her and this was their best chance. He didn't know that the little vixen would come after him. She was screaming for help and he wondered what was taking the killer so long to kill her. It was as if his feet had a mind of their own as he prowled to where he heard her voice. He contemplated at the door when he heard Victor's voice. "You were angry at me for gawking at you, now wait and see what I'll do. Do you think the king would stop me? No, bitch. He would be happy once I ruin you, might as well reward me after I'm done with you," Draco's blood boiled when he heard that and without thinking much he barged into the room. He faintly noticed her struggling under him before Victor got off her and she pulled to her feet as well. He watched as she wiped her tears so he wouldn't see but he had already seen it. She looked at him with accusations dancing in her eyes, of course, she knew

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