Even if this was a private, it felt like the whole world was here to watch. There was no media and reporters piled up, but there were cameras, security and of course, hired photographers everywhere. It was a private event, and it still felt like the whole world was invited. Over five hundred people were together here to celebrate this stupid event.. My wedding. My doom. The end of everything I thought I loved. The reception and the ceremony were held in the same building, an ancient castle that made me feel like a medieval princess. The estate belonged to my future husband, and I truly felt like the princess that was about to be trapped into the highest damn tower of this place. I am gripping the flower bouquet as if it was something that was about to save my life if I needed it, while Thalia leaves me alone behind the doors of the ceremony room. My father was supposed to walk with me down the aisle, but something told me he might want to pass this since I was about to dishonor my wh

Pictures, way too many pictures, were taken. Way too many smiles have been shared, way too many hugs and hand shakes. All with people I definitely don’t know. But most of them looked important. Some more than I wished, since Killian insisted on introducing me to them, almost dragging me to their table. Some seemed bothered by my mere presence, while some seemed to be delighted and even offered me some compliments. Few recognized me as Madelaine Malvak, the famous ballerina and even fewer were actually real fans of what I was doing. I could not deny that this made me a bit sad, but there was nothing I could do about it, just hope I would have the freedom and time to keep dancing. But these were terms and agreements to be made later. As the night slips by us, I can feel Killian grow more and more agitated, tense and fidgety. He felt like a ticking bomb and being near him made me want to run the other damn way. While part of me wanted to lace my fingers into his hair and fuck his worri

Killian leans back and for a brief moment I think I have broken him. He does not blink, he does not flinch, he simply sit back, staring at me with wide eyes, clearly processing my words. I am amused, shocked and maybe a little happy I got to do this to him. It feels like I have broken the perfect image he had made for me and I think I’ll do my best to break that a little more with each passing day. Maybe like this I can repay his ass back for lying to me.I take advantage of this and jump out of the bed, holding onto the skirt of my dress and rushing to the bathroom that was joined with the room. The door was open and I could see the gigantic bathtub inside, along with a few little trinkets someone has left for us. I dash inside, shut the door and lock it before he would chase after me.My heart is frenzied and the rush of adrenaline is unreal. I should not feel this kind of rush when being chased, hunted down by someone like Killian. He was dangerous, and everything within me told m

When I walk back into the bedroom, I notice the brass lock of the bathroom door on the floor. He had opened the door by removing the whole damn thing and I was not sure if I should be impressed or utterly shocked and terrified. It was still better than breaking through the door, but it was not needed. I could not have lived my life in his bathroom, I would have come out at some point.Water drips from my wet hair as I walk further, looking around the room while I tighten the silk bathrobe that was ready for me along with a horribly sheer set of mesh pajamas. Did he pick those for me? Or did someone else decide I should really wear white tonight. They were barely covering everything and I really thought against wearing them. But after all, I had decided it was best to put them on than sleep completely naked in the same bed as him.Killian is nowhere to be seen, or at least not inside of the room. He had discharged his tie and vest on the armchair by the fireplace, but I was not sure wh

Just how can she sleep at a time like this? How is she sleeping so peacefully even now, after days when our mating bond has not been fulfilled. How is she so calm about all this? I felt like I was about to claw my own heart out. Know was losing his damn mind too. It was maddening. It was torture and yet, I could not bring myself to wake her. When I walk out of the bathroom, she has curled into the bed, and made herself comfortable under the blanket, already drifting off to sleep. My footsteps don’t wake her, and I’m not sure if I should be happy or not. My heart is hammering in my chest and every other sane thought is drowned by the need to have her.I had thought that tonight would be spent differently. I have fantasized about her being mine again and again tonight, but this was far from that. She had plainly rejected me. She had demanded I stay away and not touch her. She even went that far to not allow me to pleasure her -The urge to bite into her shoulder again, to have her sub