Elio All night, I kept envisioning her body. So beautiful. I wanted her. The image of her in the bathtub replayed over and over again in my mind. How she stood up, the water trickling down her breasts, curves and that pussy … so pink and perfect I was hard instantly. Of course, that image of her only lasted a second before she screamed bloody murder and dived back under the water to cover herself. One day she will scream like that for me. The entire castle will hear her. For such a sinful body, her face is so innocent. The green doe eyes and the plush pink pouty lips. The image of her on her knees as I feed my cock into her mouth has me twitching. Fuck. Then there is her fucking scent of sunshine and roses. I went back into the bathroom once I knew she had left. I replayed her standing before me, naked. The steam from her bath lingered, as did her scent. I trailed my fingers along the surface of the water, imagining how the water cascaded down over her smooth skin. Those water

Kara I left my room and began heading downstairs to see Elio. Marquis had shown me where it was earlier today, so I knew the route. Apparently, Elio had given him the night off because only he was allowed to see me in this dress. I had laughed when he told me, but now that I’m in it, I’m a little relieved. It’s having a balcony bra neckline and hugs my little curves like a second skin. There is a high thigh slit that cuts across diagonally. The fabric itself is rather sheer in places, with beads and lace concealing areas of my body. I have never worn a dress like this, but having seen Aurora wear them, I decide to channel her and wear it with confidence, squaring my shoulders back as I head down the stairs. There is also no one around. It gives me a few chills … did he command the whole castle not to be here? I don’t know if I should feel flattered by that or not? Still, I carry on focusing on remembering the way to go to the dining area. I feel my nerves begin to get the best of

Kara Tomorrow was the wedding and mum and dad were going to arrive first thing in the morning for breakfast. I couldn’t wait to see them. I just hoped seeing their faces wouldn’t make this harder than it already was. True to his word, Elio has kept me in here since our dinner. I have only caught glimpses of him when I have gone to use the bathroom. Marquis brings me my food twice a day, but otherwise I am confined to this room. Honestly, I genuinely prefer it. This is my safe space and no one can come in here without my permission. I’m used to being in small spaces. This is a luxury for my cell. I have a bed, a view, food, a bathroom. I get small amounts of conversation with Marquis when he brings me my food. I am truly happy. At night though, my dreams still haunt me. I have barricaded the door that leads to the secret corridor and steps. I don’t want to go to some torture chamber or witness that again. I have enough of my own demons I don’t wish for any more. I don’t even reall

Elio My Batchelor party is another farce of this whole charade. It’s not as if tomorrow will change anything for me. Apart from I will finally be able to fuck my little omega. I have tried seducing her. She wasn’t interested. Tomorrow she will have to as it will be her duty. Then I can tell Cahya to shut the fuck up about how his omega mate does this and that. It’s just me and my boys, my most loyal. Cahya, my brother and best man, has set most of this up with my gamma Jamal and Marquis. Baylee is the one on shift to ensure the pack is safe whilst we have our fun. They promised me a night of deviancy. Given their reputation, it's safe to assume it will be. I caught sight of my little wolf watching us leave. Her green eyes and wild hair made her look like she had been up to her own fun. I would be jealous, but I know she has been alone in that room for almost a week. Besides, I would know if anyone touched her. Still, the idea of her touching herself makes me jealous enough. I wonder

Kara I didn’t sleep the rest of the night, was my dream real. It felt real and that … kiss. Even now, I can still taste the burnt caramel on my tongue. If it was real, I wasn’t even awake for my first kiss. I’m pulled from my thoughts when there is a knock at the door and I get up grabbing my robe. Marquis is probably early for breakfast, especially with everything that is happening today. I rub the remnants of sleep from my tired eyes as I cautiously swing the door open. “Morning Marquis, just pop it on the side,” I mumble, my voice still drowsy, while motioning for him to place whatever it is on the nearby table, already turning from the door when I hear a voice I wasn’t expecting. “Is that how you treat us now, princess?” dad’s voice echoes, causing a jolt of surprise to course through me, pulling the last ounce of sleep from my body. I turn back, sprinting towards both mum and dad as I pull them into my arms. A genuine smile spreads across my face. I feel my heart thud, feelin