The kiss was passionate, ferocious, and it was as though Alexander planned on eating my lips whole. His hands cupped my breast, making me release a whimper as he tugged on it and gave it a squeeze, one that sent a shock of waves flying through my spine. Then, he broke the kiss, trailing kisses down my neck. He fervently latched on a particular spot on my neck, one that did well to make me arch my back in pleasure. His groans filled the room as he continued to latch on my neck like it was his dinner, his last supper, and when his mouth found my breast — I almost died of pleasure. One of his hands remained on my breast, the other cupped my ass, and his mouth assaulted my other breast. The pleasure it sent through me was terrifying. I kept squirming on the glass table in immense rapture. I felt wet liquid on my nipple before his tongue came out to play, flicking with it like it was some toy. . .it could have been at that moment. I bit my lips, my eyes slowly opening to see him take his

Unlike werewolves who had to wait till the age of sixteen to find their wolf, Lycans could manifest from the age of nine. The same age Amelia's eyes turned red for the first time. It was too fishy to be a coincidence. Without a doubt, Amelia was definitely a Lycan. It'd been a day since I discovered that, yet, I still found it difficult to comprehend. It was all I kept thinking about, even as I ate lunch at the dining room with the whole family. I couldn't stop staring at Amelia as she stuffed her mouth with bread and curry. As though she could feel my eyes on her, she looked up from her food and passed me a toothy grin. I smiled at her and looked away, drifting my gaze to Alexander who was eating lamb meat for lunch. I was tempted to ask about Amelia's being as a Lycan, but I didn't want to ask. At least, not yet. His duel with Calixto was only four days away. It was on everyone's lips, the duel between the Alpha of the white pack and the crown prince of Cessi, creating a buzz like

I expected a slap. I expected to be held by the material of my gown while being yelled upon by the parents of the maids I'd ordered to be killed. Yet, I was left surprised by their warm welcome. The first place we stopped by was Penelope home. Her mother and brothers were the ones who welcomed me with a smile into their small home, they had even prepared a feast to feed me. I figured Katniss had told them about my visit. I took off the cloak, laid it on my lap as I reluctantly sat on a mat laid on the floor in their humble apartment, looking down at the meal they'd prepared. The food was inviting, yet I didn't see myself eating even as they urged me to. I was scared the meals were poisoned. It wasn't like I could die from poison, but still, I feared the pain that would be inflicted by the poison. Perhaps, I was overthinking due to the guilt I felt. "You're not eating, princess Annalisa," I was met with Penelope's mother's – her name was Lily – green eyes. The lady had white hair, w

I felt sorry for Chiara-serafina. She was slowly losing the battle to her Simus, yet, she was unaware of it. Even as I slept through the night, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her condition was worrisome and her ailment was yet to have a solution. Carly helped pick out a red gown from my closet, one the color of my hair. There was only a night left for the duel between Alexander and Calixto, and my father prepared an evening dinner to acknowledge the duel. I was told sage Bernadette also planned on making an announcement. Heather helped me make my hair into a twisted low bun. She didn't apply any make-up on my face, rather she used oil on it. I was dressed up and I went down to the hall where the dinner was being held. I went alone since Alexander already went ahead of me. He had things to discuss with his cousins— Julian and Alphonse, who were already present at the hall.Calixto honey scent ambushed my senses as I made my way into the hall. I had almost forgotten about how an

An electric energy surged through the Colosseum, electrifying the atmosphere at the discovery of Alexander's form. Everyone at the ima cavea stood up, and I did the same. I walked towards the railings and saw a view of Alexander's true appearance as Dhruv. That was his plan, to reveal himself as Dhruv in front of the whole five kingdom who had gathered around to watch the match. Sage Bernadette landed a gentle slap on my arms and I looked at her, mirroring her surprised expression. "Did you know?" She questioned calmly, eyes brimming with tears as she looked at me. "Did you know that he is Dhruv?" I couldn't muster a proper response, so I only nodded. "This is doom for us all, Annalisa," she screamed at me, and everyone around us had their attention on us. "You should have said something about this earlier!" "I promise you, he isn't a bad person," I said. "You knew about this, Annalisa?" My father asked from behind. I turned to look at him and saw him staring at me with an alar