Hector Tangled Novels & Stories

⁠ “You did so⁠ well, m⁠y love. I love it⁠. Give Mama a high five.” Hi​s ti⁠ny p⁠alm s‍macked mine⁠, and he jumpe​d excitedly. Behin​d him, a‌lready dressed for work, s⁠tood my husband, Conrad‌ Harper. Black​-blue suit, clean s‌have, knot‍ting his tie i⁠n the​ mirror with comple⁠te concentratio⁠n. He always looked like the pe‍rfec‌t kind of m​an, with ever​ything unde‍r control‌.

Something sharp. Arrow could take my freedom. He could choke me with gifts. He could turn love into a leash. But he couldn’t have this moment. Not here. Not now. --- I almost made it out of the hospital unseen. Almost. "Palmer?" The voice hit me like a jolt of electricity ⚡. I froze before turning, my heart in my throat. Andrew stood a few feet away, his suit jacket slung casually over one arm, tie loosened around his neck. He looked… softer than I remembered. His dark eyes scanned me quickly, taking in the shadows under my eyes, the tension in my shoulders.

Hector said from behind her. They then got a horse for Hector. A brown one named Phoenix. She was taught to saddlle her horse and how to care for him. Hector who was the son of a Roman soldier had been taught this during his childhood and was already quite competent in doing so. He was simply there for support. "Alright Lady Vitatrix its time for you to learn how to ride him." Cato announced. Trix suddenly grew nervous. She has never ridden a horse this big. She had ridden ponies and donkeys but not a war horse.

Hector thought, observing Theresa's serene face. He got out of the car, walked around to the passenger door, opened it, unbuckled Theresa's seatbelt, and picked her up in his arms. She nestled into Hector's chest, and he let out a small, hoarse groan of satisfaction at having her in his arms. He smelled a scent of strawberries and honey coming from her, which instantly aroused him, but Hector couldn't have her. Theresa Michaels was the daughter of his best friend. He shook his head slightly in an attempt to dispel such thoughts from his mind.

I swallowed hard as I said, “I am feeling thirsty.” I felt downright unpleasant when Tania sitting on my lap, locked her arms around my neck again. Dipping her face, she blew some air in my ear and her lips trailed my earlobe as she sneered, “Well that's what I am here for, baby. To quench your thirst.” A wave of discomfort hit me when she planted kisses on my cheek, her hand creeping down, and from the corner of my eye, I could see it reaching for my cock. “Throw her away. Xander, I can't stand her smell. It's disgusting!” Hector hissed.

He looked down at me as if confessing something significant. But all I felt was disgust. Quickly changing the subject, I demanded, "What do you really want to talk about?" Hector cleared his throat. "The day after tomorrow is the full moon night. You know that’s my heat period, and as my mate, you should be with me." I frowned, almost laughing. "Isn’t the day after tomorrow Vanessa’s succession ceremony—or your wedding? Shouldn’t you be spending your heat with your new bride?" "Of course," Hector agreed. "But you’re my mate, and your presence soothes me. Besides, I know you’ll be upset that day. Being with you is my way of making it up to you."

I corrected. "Yes, yes... I see you are now showing." Hector nodded towards my stomach. "Goodness, is it that noticeable?" I gasped. "Not at all, only because I am quite close." "Oh.." "Are you ready?" "For what?" "You are so slow, I mean the news I am about to inform you?" "Uh yes?!" I said still confused. Hector rolled his eyes before giving me a grimace. "It's about a spider!" "What about a spider?" I asked.

Hector responded to her reaction by putting the free end of the strip on the flame. The flame danced eagerly as it met the cloth. The silk immediately caught fire. The strip from her dress burned first, and very soon, it reached the fabric of Hector's wedding tartan. Hector watched the flame rise, burning the fabric, and his dreams of life with Skye burned with it. But now they were turning to ashes. When the flame came dangerously close to his fingers, he let the cloth fall from his hand onto the floor. It burned before it reached the floor, leaving only ashes. As the last ember died, Hector met Skye's gaze. His icy gaze shivered through her body.

It was as if he had much to say but ultimately decided to keep them to himself. "Calista." Hector raised his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear after it had been messed up by the wind. His rough fingertips grazed her earlobe and the patch of skin connecting to her neck. Unlike Lucian, the pampered heir, Hector's fingers were rough. It tickled when they brushed over her skin. It was incredibly warm to the touch too. Calista was taken aback. She tilted her head to avoid his touch. Suddenly, Hector pulled her into his arms.

Truson's plaything. Hilda stood, her legs shaking, and turned toward the stairs. She would pack her few belongings—the worn clothes, the small photo of her mother hidden beneath her mattress, the— Pain exploded across her scalp as Hector's hand twisted in her long black hair, yanking her backward. "Ahhh!" Tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched at his hand, trying to ease the burning pain. She looked up at him through her tears, seeing not her father but a monster wearing a human face.