Unholy Matrimony Novels & Stories

Their marriage had crossed a threshold, secrets spilling into shared filth. And the monthly orgies? Inevitable now.

Ysa adds, “you will mate with her once more before it’s final. If she conceives, it proves the bond still holds, and rejection is not permitted.” The words hit like a strike, but I don’t hesitate. “No. I will not take her into my bed. For years I tried for an heir with her, and nothing came of it. I won’t touch her again.” Ysa’s eyes harden. “Tradition demands it. If she falls pregnant, the bond remains valid, and the rejection cannot proceed.” I shake my head, fury rising sharp in my chest. “I refuse.” Brannick clears his throat. “The entire purpose of their marriage was to produce an heir. It failed. That alone proves the bond never should’ve existed.”

“Me? Um, no I don’t think that has anything to do with me.” “He’s married,” she laughed. “Trust me, none of us ever expected that to happen. Dominic absolutely despises marriage as a concept and he stood on that. He believes love is a waste of time. So to see him actually have a mating ceremony that wasn’t purely for political reasons is very surprising.” “But you do know this wasn’t supposed to happen, right? I don’t know if you heard, but our mating was an accident.” “I did hear. It doesn’t make a difference.”

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

“Take every inch of the cock you’ve been begging for.” I shattered a third time, screaming into the mattress, body convulsing around him. He followed with a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt and pumping hot cum deep inside me, marking me, claiming me. We collapsed in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, his weight crushing me into the bed, cock still twitching inside me. After long minutes of harsh breathing, he pressed his lips to my shoulder, voice rough and wrecked. “I fought this for so long,” he admitted quietly. “Because it was wrong, because you were forbidden.”

I said. The word sat in the room like something that had fallen from a height. "Technically," Matteo said. "Yes." I pressed my free hand flat on the desk. "Which means the merger is void," I said slowly. "Viktor can't legally marry Elara. Any contract contingent on that marriage—" "Is unenforceable. Yes." "The heir clause. The dissolution clause. Eleven conditions all tied to a marriage that can't happen because the groom is already—"

“I don’t understand.” “My paternal uncle was a very rich man who’d made a wide range of very lucrative investments. Hugh set up trust funds for me and my two brothers. He left each of us stocks, shares, money, properties, and even art. But there’s a clause. Like my brothers, I can’t access the trust fund ... until I’m married.” “But, why?”

"We'll do anything just to have him back like how he was before, " Amelia looked up at the lady who looked like she was going to cry. "Mating will solve all the problems but that would be too sudden for both of them. Marriage and bonding would help to stabilize his condition, " She said with a small smile. Calvin furrowed his eyebrows in disdain. "No way! " He opposed. "I'm not ready to marry him! " He shouted like everyone around him was crazy. Richard couldn't help but glare at his son. "You have to, Calvin. Your mate's condition is worsening, "

Marion not only took this from me but also took that from the hundreds of Hybrids that she forced the women of her Covent to create. My heart ached for all those women that were forced to bear a child from someone that wasn’t their mate and like Constance would have to one day tell her twin flame mate that she went outside their union to bear a child for their High Priestess. The pain I could see in Constance’s eyes was a woman who was broken by the hand of Marion. She had kept this secret from her mate for over eighteen years and you can clearly see the pain it has caused her.