All Chapters of His cursed little wolf : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SHEILA “My lady! This looks so beautiful on you! It matches your eyes,” she said, staring up at me with that glint in her eyes. The same shy glint that stays in her eyes as she stares at my naked body as I get out of my night gown.I mostly pretend not to notice the glint because even though she would wind up dead when all is said and done, I quite like her. I enjoy seeing her alive…for now. There's something very innocent about her than makes me almost want to protect her from the unfortunate ending that would definitely befall her.There's something about her shyness that makes me want to ruin her… just a little bit. Just enough for her to have her knees shaking as she begs me to stop while wanting more.I stare at her, and smile as I think about this. I almost give in to the urges, almost go over there to wrap my hand around her neck and make her say my name until she can no longer speak, almost do all the dirty things in my mind to her but I had to stop myself.For some reason

SHEILA “Please don't do this,” Camryn said, holding on to me even though her body had left my embraced. My heart hurt. Fuck! It is easier to not have a heart. It is way easier to just move through the world like a chaff incapable of giving or receiving love.It was easier when I did not care, when I could not feel.It was much easier when it was just Alexandro in my heart. It was a lot easier with him because it was never as deep as it is with Camryn. With Alexandro, it was easier, it was competitive. Alexandro was (is) a trophy that I need, being with Alexandro…being Alexandro's is more for validation than anything.I love him but yet again I do not. I love him, I am in love with him but I would waste no time shooting him dead if this affection for him starts to affect my lust for power.I am crazy for Alexandro but I will also not hesitate to kill him if this craziness threatens to become my undoing.With Alexandro, it is easier. With Alexandro, it is a means to an end: a happy

VALENCIA There is a lot that goes into giving a royal ball. There are a lot of fake smile, there are a lot of ingenuine laughter, a lot of silver way, a lot of gold plates, just a lot.I float through the sea of maids and organizer who were hard at work, trying to make this a success.I use a voice that I never really knew I had.I say things that I was never bred to say.I live a life that is absolutely foreign to the little girl that I used to be.When I was younger, the closest I ever got to a royal ball was when my cousin would surprisely leave bigger leftovers than they usually do.Bryan was usually a lot more generous than Bryn, not because he wanted to be, just because he was always rushing somewhere.So with Bryan, my royal ball ought to be everyday but my aunt and cousin (Bryn) made this impossible. They would see me walking into the dining with a huge smile on my face after being made to watch them eat while I salivated hungrily in the corridor.They would notice the antici

VALENCIA We are supposed to greets the guest at the entrance together. We do this at every event. It is a tiring show of fake perfection and Porcelain smiles that only Dario seems to enjoy. It is my least favorite moment at every event.Standing next to Dario, pretending to be madly in love with him, acting like him gazing at me in the predatory way that he does takes my breath away, acting like I enjoy his forceful kisses is the worse thing for me.I linger at the entrance area as I search for Dario. We should be here welcoming the guests and he is nowhere to be found. I maintain my smile even though I was starting to panic. I have never done this alone. I always have him by my side anytime we have to welcome the guests. I am not even sure the right procedure, I'm not sure what to say, how to keep the conversation going.Dario always does the talking, my only job is to keep smiling right there by his side as well as allowing him to do whatever he wants to my body in order to keep t

VALENCIA As the party progressed, I could not get my mind off how almost identical to Hazel the woman was, could not get over how familiar she looked. She looked like someone I had seen before in passing, like someone unimportant in the moment whose identity I had failed to register even though the memory of her face stayed stored up in my head.I could not shake off this feeling that she might be trouble, could not escape the feeling of dread that eroded my senses every time my mind wandered back to her, and then together.She is trouble. I'm not sure how I know that but I do.As I stand next to Dario as his Luna, as we slow dance and kiss, as he dips me low and I smile in courteously, the sadness filled me up.If he does not want me anymore then why wouldn't he just let me go?If he wants to mock our marriage by cheating on me on our matrimonial bed then why doesn't he just let me free?I felt caged as he held on to me throughout the party, never once letting me go, never once off