All Chapters of ENSNARED BY HIS WOLF : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Auren "Auren! Auren! You fucking bastard, wake up!" Someone hisses at me. I clutch my throbbing head, and flip on my side ignoring the snake that keeps hissing my name, but the hissing gets louder. "What the—" I groan, fluttering my eyes open. "Are you mad? Wake up! We have to leave here. What if those rogues come looking for us again? They'd kill us instantly if they found us!" I open my eyes properly, my eyes landing on basket mouth. "What do you want so early in the morning? Go back to sleep," I groan, attempting to sleep again, but she grabs my hand, and pulls me to a sitting position. "Let's leave this place before Rhaegar's men come looking for us." Little by little, my senses come back to me, "Oh, right," I mumble. She scrambles to a standing position, "Why are you so slow today? Come on!" I just stare at her, still in a daze. I can't move. My head is pounding so bad, and my body is on fire. She stops in her place, her eyes softening. She goes back

Auren I've recovered to an extent thanks to Asha's help. She stayed by my side, forcing me to take my medicines, and making me sleep.Ugh, I'll make sure they pay for this distress they inflicted on me. Asha sits at the dressing mirror doing some finishing touches to her face. She suddenly swirls around on her chair, facing me, "Now we're living together, now what?" I cock my brow, waiting for a clearer response. She slumps her shoulders, exhaling heavily, "Because of this forced proximity of ours, we have to lay down rules for our living together, else things might go wrong. Neither of us would want that." I pat my knees, "Spill." "Okay," she stands up, padding towards the bed, "We should draw some kind of contract till you find a cure for this, our situation." She plops on the edge of the bed, looking at my face intently. I rest my head on the headrest, a wave of emotions crashing on my head as I finally realize the weight of this curse upon me. "I su

Asha Auren's mind rushes with such perverted thoughts, despite myself, I feel the blood rushing down in my clit like crazy. I try to push those thoughts away, but his thoughts make it worse for me to concentrate. "You're not supposed to invade my personal space, young man! Rules are rules!" I squeal, blocking myself with my hands from his advances, but my heart races more with excitement than with fear. What would he really do to me? Does he really want to feel my skin against his? Will he go further than that? I shake my head in horror when I realize the bad influence his thoughts are having on me. He pulls away. I swallow hard, trying to cool my burning temperature, and tell my woman down there nothing's happening. Nothing's supposed to happen. "I—" A sudden wave of electric washes through my body. The hairs on the back of my neck, stand erect, my pupils blowing wide. You're mine, Asha. I won't stop until I claim you. Excuse me? You're mi

Auren I walk outside to the car where Asha is. She's resting her head against the headrest, her beautiful hair falling over her face. Mm. Some peace and quiet I guess. I gently open the car door so I won't wake her up, but the minute I get into the car, she jerks up, whipping her head in my direction. "Oh, it's you," she grumbles, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "It's okay. You can go back to sleep," I sigh, closing my eyes and resting against the headrest. "I don't want to anymore," I feel my side of the seat dip in. I open my eyes, and look her way, "What's the matter?" "Wh- what were you doing in there? Did you actually kill someone?" Her wide eyes shine at me. I swallow the lump caught in my throat, and look away. Haa, those fucking eyes. "Yes," I reply glumly. She goes silent. Only the sound of her breathing can be heard. "How do you sleep at night knowing that you've murdered someone?" She huffs. "Like a god-damned baby," I shoot her a glare to sh

Asha "I can't have you feeling sick" Auren groans, "Whatever is wrong with you? Can't you at least describe your symptoms?" He places me gently on the seat. "I- I'm actually fine," My hand instinctively grabs his collar. He pauses, his brow cocking, "Hm?" "I'm not sick," My cheeks warm up, and I immediately look away. "Then what's the matter with you? Why were you acting as though you were on the brink of death?" "I don't think your brother is trustworthy," I sigh, "I did that so we could get away from him." He pulls away from me with a grimace, "How would you know that?" I'm not supposed to tell you— or am I? "Don't play with me. I'm not in the mood for your games right now." I bite my lower lip to stop me from saying utterly vile words. "Get in the car," I gently pull him in, "We should leave. Our welcome has been overstayed." He heaves, slumping into the seat, "You're right. It's already late, you must be exhausted." Tch. The driver kick