Aegon/helaena Ao3 소설 & 이야기

Helena swallowed before finally answering, “Athaleyah Galina.” For a moment, no one spoke. But Saihan’s body suddenly tensed. “She has red hair, green eyes, dark skin...” he said quickly, as though hoping the answer would be different. “Yes...” Saihan’s eyes widened. His breath caught. As if all the air around him had vanished in an instant. “Oh no... Leah... It’s you...” Saihan’s voice barely sounded more than a desperate whisper. Helena jolted. Kevin froze.

“I'm very sorry. You're not rude. I'm just not good at controlling my curiosity most of the time. Please pardon me.” I smiled, trying to ease up whatever tension she might have going on in her head. “You look like you live alone here.” She smiles, “Yes. I enjoy my company. My family was all killed, and that made me an outcast from the people.” “I'm so sorry. I never expected you to have such a story. My name is Celine by the way.” “I'm Hela.” “Your aura…you seem like a witch.” “I knew my instincts weren't lying to me when I first saw you. You're a witch too. I've heard so much about you, Celine.”

"That doesn't suit you at all. You should just go back and put on your warrior suit. Why pretend to be girly now, huh?" I wince and shift nervously. Helena is the pack's future Gamma and is only mean to me. I have no idea why she hates me. There's no way someone like her could be jealous of someone like me. Helena is gorgeous, with brilliantly long, wavy strawberry-blonde hair, bright blue-green eyes, and long creamy legs. She's wearing a bold sleeveless white-and-gold dress that leaves little to the imagination, and her makeup is on point, making her beautiful features pop even more.

He asked raising an eyebrow. Nymeria looked at Helena, she nodded. Unsaid communication passed between the two women. "Helena is an Alpha, from a very powerful pack and she loves you. You two have always been close, so my offer is that you marry Helena, declare her as your Luna and keep the half breed as your mistress." Vasilios blinked, then he looked at Helena. "I am ready to accept your mistresses, Vasilios," she said as if he would readily agree to this ridiculous offer.

“Brace yourselves. The Blood Oath will either grant you invincibility… or tear you to shreds.” --- Aiden didn’t halt until they reached a spot where the temple's light couldn’t penetrate. Only then did he pivot Helena to face him, his grip firm on her shoulders. “How do you feel?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers. “Terrified,” she replied quietly. “And bewildered.” His jaw tightened. “Helena… I won’t allow anyone to take you. Not the Bloodbound, not the Shadowborn, not destiny. No one.” She gazed into his eyes, recognizing the turmoil within them.

There's going to be a pleasant surprise that'll put Helena in an even tighter spot. On top of that, Yori is eager to reveal Helena's identity. Despite her seemingly innocent and simple demeanor, he believes she is not what she appears to be. Yori sees Helena as a cunning woman. She's good at positioning herself and using others to achieve her goals. When she thought about the photo of her lover chatting away with Helena, even though it was just a photo, Yori felt a rush of jealousy.

Helena’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Elora asked, her clit getting harder at the thought of rubbing Helena’s clit on hers. Helena nodded, and Elora laughed. “You little slut.” “Don’t act like I’m the only one that wants this,” Helena responded quickly, her voice low and sultry, sending chills running down Elora’s spine. “I know you can’t get enough of my cunt.” The wetness between both their legs had gotten really unbearable as Helena’s bra fell off, revealing her boobs. They weren’t that huge, but they were decent.

“I will never accept this Omega as his mate. And I meant every word. This Omega dies.” “What?” Astarian’s voice rose. “We’ve already given you everything you asked for. Rowen confirmed Aurelian is an Omega, but not from this Pack’s bloodline. Why does he still have to die?” “There’s still no proof!” Kael barked. “What proof could you possibly need?” Angora’s voice dropped, suddenly calm and absolute. “I am standing right here. If he were truly an Omega born of the Gravefang Pack, my own clan, do you not think I would know?”

Only the older woman remained. She stepped closer, sunlight catching her jeweled hands. “Merrin,” she said tightly, “how dare you bring a wife into this house without my consent?” He lowered his head slightly, though the mockery in his tone was unmistakable. “I only wanted to surprise you.” Her eyes flashed. “Surprise me? You think this is funny?” Then she turned to me, moving so close I could smell the perfume on her skin, sharp, floral, almost burning. “I am Queen Helena,” she said. “Wife of the late Alpha King Eliott, not just any Alpha, but from the lineage of the Alpha Makers. People don’t whisper my name for fun, child. They do it out of fear.”

Students edged closer. “That’s right,” Selene continued, holding up a folder of papers. “I have the records. Fenrir-sealed reports. She isn’t just an omega. She’s cursed. And now, she’s dragging Kael with her.” Kael lunged forward, but I grabbed his arm. “Kael, wait—” “She’s lying,” he snarled. His eyes blazed silver, his wolf clawing to break through. “I’ll tear her apart—” “Not here,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “If you touch her now, they’ll believe every word.”