Regulus Corneas Wives Novels & Stories

i smack my head, nothing is making sense " I am in somebody else's body for real and I am a strange ancient queen who is fucking three husbands everyday! Great just great" " actually it's four not 3, your majesty" A voice came from right behind me

It was my husband's father that spoke first getting up to his feet and staring squarely at me it was never going to stop being funny how they expected me to curl up into a Shell as I had one before so much so that is hard factory become a reflex for me in the past whenever I was faced with danger to crawl into my invisible hardened exterior for protection against their hatred but now I have nothing to be afraid of and I was aware of that so I stayed right back at my Father-in-Law ready for him to say the worst. He was obviously startled, I can't believe he actually thought that he was going to see the same girl that he had in five years ago and she would have fallen for the same tricks that

"It's my wife! My wife is here!" I jolted away from him before pressing my hands over his lips. "Shh! I'm not your wife, so get up and let me drop you off at home!" Mike stared blankly at me, not a single thought behind those eyes. His pupils were utterly dilated as he gazed into my eyes. "Clara?" He asked in a questioning tone. "You came for me? God, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I let you go through all of that! Clara, I'm sorry."

He looked thinner, exhausted, with shadows under his eyes, but his gaze fixed on me with painful intensity. My chest tightened once, then settled. "Commander Hale," I said with a nod. The title struck him visibly. His eyes moved from me to Julian, then back. He seemed to have a thousand things to say, but Julian's hand came to rest on the back of my chair before he could step closer. "Not here," Julian said. Ethan's jaw tightened. "Hayes, this is between me and my wife." I looked at Ethan once. "Commander Hale, enjoy the reception."

Nobody had bothered to look closely. But every word carved into that gem was my love for him. Damien finally believed it. The body on the cold stone slab was his wife. His Lena. And the fading life energy within my body confirmed the rest — a child. Two months. Half-human, half-vampire. Exactly as I had told him. Exactly as he had called a lie. Exactly as Vivienne had convinced him was a trick. His legs gave out. He sank to his knees before the stone table. "No..." His hand reached toward my belly, hovering, trembling, unable to touch.

Attention even more so. The hall fell silent.All eyes shifted to Aviraj. He stood still for a moment, his expression unreadable, aware that whatever he said next would define everything. “She is my wife,” Aviraj said steadily. “I married her.” The words settled heavily in the hall. Dadi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?” she whispered at first, then more firmly, “Are you serious, Aviraj?” He nodded slowly, lowering his head in quiet acknowledgment. “Aviraj…” Her voice trembled now. “How could you do this? You and your brother are the same. Both of you forgot about me.”

Irene said. "Offer? And who told you I never wanted the plan of telling Ruby that I am gonna abort the pregnancy. I went to Regina. But she insisted on insulting my wife and I will never be with her when she call my wife a witch. My wife is not a witch. My mate is never a witch, she is werewolf like you and I." Dr mumbled with anger in his eyes. He growls and ready to tear someone apart. "You want to Regina?" Irene asked with confused face.

Even as Bellatrix walked out of the auction room and the event carried on, Cillian's gaze remained glued on her, following her retreating form until the last moment. Regina, who noticed this, pulled on his sleeve once again. "Cillian, don't be bothered by her, okay?" The male glanced down at her and frowned. He shouldn't be bothered? How wouldn't he be? How wasn't she? That woman, Astrix or whatever she called herself, looked so damn much like Bellatrix. His late wife, her late sister.

I used the back of my palm to wipe my tears as I struggled to force air into my lungs. “Don't address Nika that way, she's not a slut like you.” Killian shot, and my eyes widened like they would shoot out of their sockets. “She’s not? I can hardly agree with you. After all, she's currently carrying the child of another woman's husband. She's not just a mistress, she's what people call an absolute whore.” I retorted. “Sloane, you bit—” His hands were folded into fists, he was going to hit me again.

Just that his muscles have built up and there was this sharp and intense glint to his eyes. “You?” I flicked my gaze to the owner of the voice. I remembered him. The royal Beta. The one who had stood as he watched his Alpha King reject his kids. Rage replaced the shock on my face as I clenched my fist tight. My eyes dropped to the lady hanging by Castiel’s arm, hating the stupid, burning jealousy streaming through me. She tilted her head to the side, her siren eyes narrowing into slits as she watched me with interest.