All Chapters of UNDER A DIVIDED MOON: Omega Heir’s Crippled Enigma Mate.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Third PersonThe night air was cold. The new wing was now ready. It took so little time, almost like it had all been planned. As promised, the king did not provide more than he had stated. The wing was built and painted to Rain's liking, but not furnished.Rain had to shift the bed from the guest room he occupied to sleep in for the moment, but that was all he was allowed to take with him. His new apartment still smelled of fresh paint and scented oils the maids had placed to mask it.The night wasn't young, but emptiness ate at him from within. He wasn't used to such emptiness, and certainly this would be the longest he would go without Viola.Rain stood in the courtyard overlooking the backyard garden long after the torches of the patrol guards had burned low. Snow covered the footprints, erasing evidence of the previous day's activity, and slowly, much of the world vanished under its wetness.Rain sighed tiredly, then walked over to the balcony overlooking the front palace, the sam

Third Person"...please," a young voice whispered. "You promised."Rain didn't recognize the voice.He had woken up a little energetic. For the first time since Caelan left, he had slept soundly for five long hours. At the first crow of dawn, he rushed out, ready to begin assembling the dowry, only to stumble upon words not meant for his ears.The second voice came swiftly after."Did you, or did you not, touch another?" Victor's unmistakable voice echoed from behind the wall."I... I was only helping," the pleading voice added."What's mine shouldn't touch another, your hands, your mouth, your...""Have some shame, elder brother."Rain turned the corner, his voice cutting sharply. Victor quickly pushed the servant off him, but their earlier position had long been inscribed in Rain's memory.Before Victor could utter another word, the servant ran as fast as his legs could carry him.Rain sniffed the air a little. His eyes beamed, and his lips curled amusingly while his gaze flickered

Third PersonPrince Rain crawled backwards. He knew that scent better than anyone."Stay away, Kelvin," he warned, but his body was too weak. He could only crawl toward the bedboard."Rain... my little Rain." Kelvin licked his lips, his eyes darkening at the sight of Rain's vulnerability."Don't touch me," Rain cried."You say another, and yet your body begs for my touch."Kelvin leaned forward and grabbed Rain's legs, pulling him forward."I... will kill you," Rain vowed, but the words came out slurred and more like a moan."Yes... tell me how you want to kill me."Kelvin's hands trailed from Rain's legs upward toward his cock. Every touch, scent, and tingling sensation ran down his spine.Rain's eyes shut. He bit down on his lips; blood flowed from the corners of his mouth as he tried hard to stay focused."You're almost... dripping wet for me, Rain."Kelvin reached and stroked his cock."Please... I need Caelan," Rain cried, tears streaming down his face as his hands held Kelvin's,

Third PersonBy nightfall, Prince Rain returned to his wing to finalize preparations: every carriage packed, every gift accounted for, and every head counted. He had not only taken Rhett's men but also a handful of them, too. While the kingdom slept with its guards lying down, Rain watched the moon with a glass of wine in hand. His wolf stirred at the thought of Caelan."Are you waiting for me, just like I am?" he asked as the wind swayed away his words.Perfection wasn't what Rain craved; his man could be crippled, blind, or speechless for all he cared. This control was all he wanted: to have a say in his life. And this gamble he was about to take was enough to give him his will or torment him, as everyone said. Nevertheless, Rain was willing. It was his only shot at a reasonable future.That night, as Prince Rain finalized the last of his plans, his brother Marcus watched him from a distance, his hands buried in his pockets and his face dark as midnight."Let's see how far you will

Third PersonMoonfang was only a few miles away. Rain could already smell the rain-soaked earth from there. His men stopped for thirty minutes to catch their breath. Food was distributed with water, but Rain couldn't bring himself to eat or drink anything. His hands couldn't stop trembling; his wolf was on alert, as if he could tell something awaited them on the path ahead.The curtains on the side where Caleb was were drawn, letting the breeze blow within the carriage."My prince…" Caleb called out, his voice soft and calm.Rain turned to Caleb but said nothing. His eyes just settled calmly."You have to eat. Malov reported you haven't had anything tangible since last night, and you can't go on like this."Rain sighed and leaned back. "I can't," he whispered. "I don't feel like it," he added, his eyes turning toward the opposite direction, carefully avoiding the conversation.Captain Caleb didn't push harder. He turned and continued with the guards.From the front, two guards who had