Romans & histoires Fated To Be Loved By Villains Chapter 1

Charles looked terrified and curious at the same time, he couldn't wait to ask, "Whats rule of love?" Schirouca looked straight to him with a grin of a defeated man, "Every female is property of the Alpha and only he is allowed to decide whom they speak and to whom they fucked. So loving her was breaking that rule, because I was loving something that was his" Patricia signaled with her head that what he was saying was true, tears run down her face. "How did you escape the cages?" Patricia asked.

The moonlight guided her way as she disappeared into the night, leaving the castle and Leita behind, ready to face whatever dangers awaited her. ----- Claimed by my alpha bully - Updated chapter 1 The baby daddy is a vampire - Resuming in a few days

Not after everything she had been through and she blamed him for it. She nodded. “Just go on… I'm tired of this hide and seek.” They both got inside the pack. The Nightfang pack. Eirlys halted, standing on a spot and wandered with her eyes. It seemed like ages. She remembered the first time she came here. It was like a dream come true, being the mate of someone who was meant to be the Alpha. About to be the Alpha. But life had a different plan and she could not change the course of destiny. It was two years ago when she was in the custody of The Tyrant. She had no hope of escaping. Not that she could not escape as she had imagined all kinds of escape plans.

I answered him and Alpha Zane nodded in agreement. “So, what do we do now? We can’t find the Orb nor can we find the Book of Spells,” Alpha Zane said and sighed. “One thing we know for sure now is that whoever has the Orb and the book is the bad person or what do you call such people in movies and novels again?” Alpha Kelvin asked and I could see Alpha Zane roll his eyes to suppress a smile. “Villain. They are referred to as Villains,” I answered with a small smile.

He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “You're our precious little hostage. Now your Alpha will be forced to marry my sister, and he'll do it to keep you from harm. Of course… he'll be too far away to know whether you're actually harmed or not.” Fucking bastard. Oh, I understood what he meant. He wanted to let me know that no matter what Dearon would do, my fate would remain in his hands… literally. He could have snapped my neck and left my body to rot, and Dearon might have never even found out about it. “Behold… the magnificent Thaloris!” one of the warriors exclaimed as we rode toward the massive, iron city gates.

And Cade, Cade was thrusting into her like she was his salvation. Like she was the only thing that mattered. My lungs stopped working. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I stood there, frozen, as the man fate chose for me , the one who had held me like I was something precious , fucked the woman I hated most like she was his fated queen. And just when I thought I’d imagined it, I heard his voice — low, hoarse, wrecked from pleasure. “Don’t close your eyes, Maerina.”

"Why... why would you care?" Zayn looked down at me, his eyes clouded with something I couldn’t quite name. Regret? Guilt? Love? It didn’t make sense. He leaned closer, his lips brushing my forehead as he whispered, "Because you were never unwanted, Ai. I’ve always been watching over you. I should have been here sooner... I’m sorry." But the shadows were pulling me under. Even as he held me, even as he made his promises, I couldn’t help but wonder—was it already too late?

I pushed toward her—my shadow—each step a fight, the mark screaming, the dagger’s hum a song of its own, urging me on. “You can’t stop it,” she said, her hand raised, the platform glowing, symbols spiraling upward, matching the dagger’s. “The Veil’s breaking, and you’re the key. Join me, or watch them die.” The bond twisted, pain lancing through me, and I saw it—a flash, not hers, but the city’s: me, her, standing on this platform, not fighting but ruling, the Veil torn, the void spilling into our world, power in our hands. It wasn’t a memory—it was a promise, her vision, and it felt *right*, like a piece of me wanted it.

‎He was the one who single handedly took over Vrendavin and handed it over to Charles as a show of providence, and now the same mouth he fed wanted to bite him . ‎ ‎“Your highness, king Charles's strength and power comes from the notorious group of rogues, “The one", who seems to be on a mission to get you to atone for the crime of marrying a werewolf princess. They claim you betrayed your race and people by marrying the enemy” Phillip informed, his tone firm. His words were pure, and malice free, but to Leviathan they felt like coal, hard to swallow. ‎At this point, Leviathan could no longer be silent. They had not only insulted him, by questioning his decision, but they had equally questio

And in real life, villains won. Fate had played a cruel game by sending Damon into my life. And I was now more afraid than ever. Because even if we had a story together, I was married to the villain of our story. ***