Aegon/helaena Ao3 Novels & Stories

Even Dragus is playing with the pups. “Because there are things she doesn’t need to see at her age. Hell is no place for a 6-year-old Fen. The beach will be better for her to train on. Asteria can place a barrier around the cove to protect the area. Celeste will come early and Kodiak well she will be like you. But Gaia will not like her future Fen and I can’t tell you anymore, but if she spends too much time in hell, then it will corrupt her. Hear my warning brother, she will be sin incarnate.” I look at her as Mia holds my arm and I look down at her.

’ Her head dropped down weakly onto his shoulder and her mouth moved moistly against him, biting, nibbling in the ecstasies of release. One of Bryan’s arms supported her back even as he continued to suckle her breast through the now damp material of her camisole. His fingers were stroking, possessing, extorting the last degree of pleasure out of her, and even the briefest caress of his fingers as they left her caused her to quiver in response. He might not have known the woman he made love with all those weeks ago, but he certainly knew her now! Helena was a goddess. A goddess of pleasure. Of love. An Aphrodite. And she was his. Every silken, glorious inch of her was his.

Selene tilted her head, unbothered as ever. "A life of trials, yes. But beauty often grows in pain." "Beauty?" Aegis let out a bitter laugh , "You call years of suffering beauty? Rejected by the one that was made to love me? Nearly losing my life to get over a selfishness that was no fault of mine? Being used, and betrayed over and over again? And then finally.. fin,' She choked on a sob. "When I finally felt like I was happy, when I thought you were finally coming through for me. You turn AND TAKE IT ALL AWAY. YOU TOOK IT. What beauty is in that, Selene? Where?" Her voice cracked, but she didn’t care. The dam had broken. "You just watched, didn’t you? You gods sit on your high thrones while

I leaned back against the wall, too tired to cry. “Will I really die like this?” I murmured as I closed my eyes. Another tear slipped down. Then, in the midst of the cold and silence, I felt something... warm. A presence. I opened my eyes slowly. Dark blue eyes stared back at me. Gentle. Familiar. Like the ocean on a stormless day. “It’s... you,” I managed to whisper, barely audible. Then everything went black as I collapsed into the night. CULLEN’S POV I was driving home, the cold wind howling through the night like a restless spirit, when something caught my eye. A figure in the distance—small, slumped, barely moving.

She remembers what happened in the dungeon making her fall more in love with the girl. Helena likes people who know how to control well and make use of their power and authority like Silver. Her daughter on the other hand just wants to be a rebel, always sneaking off and doing human things. She can’t wait for Octavia to wake up so she can build a bond with her and hopefully she talks to Silver for her, she is very happy for who Moon Goddess gave to her lovely son. She knows she is not weak, she wonders when she will shift. Helena smiled at the mates and left the room. ******

He bent over closer to her and added, “Let me take you to dinner. Send those documents to your personal email and finish the work once you get home. I have to make sure my secretary doesn’t report the cooperation for overworking its employees to the point of making them neglect their basic needs. “ She did as was told and wore her coat and purse but refused Levi’s offer of a meal and left the building for home. The chilling wind passed through her red ears as she moved through the crowded boisterous streets for home. The events of what happened were still fresh and recurred in her mind. She could still remember how every part of her skin vibrated when he whispered into his ear, how his arms

Helena and Christine were in the snug, waiting, and stood up as she entered. “She wants a cigarette,” Bianca said from behind her. “Sure,” Helena produced one immediately and Bianca took Aislen’s purse so that she could take it. Aislen drew in the smoke, thinking of the taste of Rhett’s tongue, and the way that he blew out the smoke as if making a statement in doing so. Let him go? Let them go? How could she when she had so little to hold on to? No, like the daughter that had never drawn breath, the Triquetra would always hold a painful place in her heart, even if she had no doubt that she had made no impact to their lives, and they had carried on as if she had never spent four weeks as the

Helena is being as clinical as possible and needed, as I’m too emotional. “No, never!” she says, slipping in the water. I quickly help to steady Imagyn, accidentally touching her exposed breast. Sparks fly over us as she moans loudly. My Luna is dripping with arousal again but still so weak. Helena then reaches out a hand to Imagyn to touch her skin while I hold her close. She is hot, I noticed. “Do you feel that strong of a sensation with King Lorcan and Alpha Xim?” “Oh yes,” Imagyn brightens at her response and reddens, “Their touch is quite strong.”

“You are never to come near me like this again. Do you understand? I belong to Ilia. She is my mate—chosen by the mark and by my heart.” Helena’s features twisted into a hateful sneer. “Not for long.” Her voice dripped with menace, eyes cold and unforgiving. “Ilia won’t last, Caelan. She isn’t strong enough for you, for the Hollow. You’ll come crawling back when she fails, begging me to forgive you.” Caelan’s vision darkened with rage. With a swift, violent motion, he grabbed Helena by the arm and dragged her toward the door. She stumbled, nearly losing her footing as he flung her out into the hall.

A thin sweat began to dampen her back and temples. "Not yet, Hellena. Not enough yet," Kael replied with a voice extremely hoarse in his throat. He buried his face in the nook of Hellena’s neck, inhaling the jasmine scent wafting from the woman’s skin, while his hips kept moving in a constant, intoxicating rhythm.