Jasper“What should I do with you?” I muttered as I stood before Patrick Blanderdolf, who was sprawled unconscious on the floor. I nudged his face with my foot and he flinched, finally regaining consciousness.Selina had already left the house. I saw her run out a while ago, so I went to Patrick's room to do my job. Hopefully, the princess would go home promptly. As she should. She had no business going to shady people’s houses like that without her security detail. Wasn’t she warned about strangers?To be honest, I was a bit disappointed when she left, but it was all for the best. I had to remind myself every time that she's off-limits... but when I look at her, I lose all sense. I don't know what I'd do if she stayed. Not after what she said.F*uck me...She was serious and coherent when she said that. Did she mean it?I scoffed. I was just joking when I offered to sleep with her. I just want to rile her up. I took her inside to see what she would do.No. It was me. I got angry when
Jasper I scoffed at myself. I should have known better. What woman would jump in another man's arms after being assaulted? I briefly wondered if Patrick was innocent this time. Was he the culprit or the victim? Did he fall into her trap as well? What did he do to piss her off? But how come she was crying and tied up when I found her? What kind of scheme was she planning? I glanced at the phone on the table again. She should've put that on the bedside table. She wouldn't record anything if it was so far away from where all the action would be. Unless she doesn't want us to end up in bed. How disappointing. I dropped my call and placed Patrick's phone on the windowsill. She won't stop until she destroys me... and ultimately, my sister. But didn't she realize that she was shooting herself in the foot as well? If she used this against me, so can I. I sighed. I'll never understand her and her logic. “You okay?” I asked. She looked deathly pale. She should be an actress instead. But
Content Warning: Detailed Sex Scene in the second half of the chapter______SelinaI gasped when I woke up with a start. I had the weirdest dream. I don't remember what it was, but it left a weird, uneasy feeling in my chest. I looked around me and let out a sigh of relief. I was in my bed, in my dorm, with a coverlet wrapped snugly around me. I had no idea whose it was. The reed dress that I wore at Henry's party was hanging on my bathroom door.I tried to get up but my head felt like it was spinning, my temples throbbing, and my body was so sore I could've sworn my joints made a popping and crackling sound every time I moved. I fell to my knees when I tried to get out of bed. My legs feel like jelly, my lower back and thighs hurt so much. My pelvis hurt so much. What in the seven hells happened to me?I unwrapped the coverlet off of me, about to throw it away, when I noticed it had a blood stain in the middle.What the— did my perio
Content Warning: Seggs_________“I want you.”“Okay,” Jasper said as he patted the top of my head before angling my chin and kissing me passionately. I opened my lips to invite him in, our tongues danced to a beat that only the two of us could hear.I started groaning again as he caressed my breasts, rubbing his hands on them, fondling them, squeezing them. His lips left mine and began to kiss me on the neck, sucking and licking sensitive flesh as his hands toyed with my stiff ni*pples, caressing them with his palms and then rubbing them with his fingertips. He gently grasped the are*ola with his fingers, pinching them lightly and tugging and twisting them. Everything he did sent a tingling sensation to my groin. I pressed my thighs together, the increased friction making me desire him even more.I felt my back hit the mattress as he gently pushed me down. He kissed my breasts, his tongue circling my are*ola as his one hand
So that was stupid.I took my loofa and scrubbed my skin red and raw, as if it would erase what I’d done. I don’t know what possessed me to do the things that I did. I don’t know why I enjoyed it. Sure, he was good and considerate, and passionate, but... I was not a single woman. He knew that. [I]knew that. Why didn’t we stop? No. I didn’t stop him. I felt so guilty. I didn’t even think about Henry all night.Even now, I thought, all I could think about was how Jasper made me feel. Memories of last night made my body hot and tingly.I ended up touching myself in ways I’ve never touched before. I’ve had lewd thoughts about him before, after I saw him having s*ex with that dark-skinned girl in my garden, but nothing warranted a mast*urbation. Not one. But because I’ve already got the taste...I wanted to cry. I felt so dirty. Shameless.In the end, I justified my actions with the thought that touching myself is natural and part of growing up. I only felt negatively about it because of m
“Took you long enough.”I scowled at Jasper. I was hot, sweaty, and irritated. Nobody knew where he was, and I didn’t have his phone number. It took me about an hour to find him in the garden of the History Department, sitting at a table as if he was expecting me. If no one was around, I would have screamed at him, but since there were students, I took my seat and kicked his shin under the table instead.“Ow, what’s that for?” he complained, but he was smiling, broad and teasing.“That’s for making me walk all over the campus looking for you.” I dropped my bag on the table with more force than intended.“Why are you looking for me? It’s not like you.” He raised an eyebrow. He then leaned on the table towards me and asked in a husky, low voice: “Anything I could help you with, princess?”I bit my bottom lip to keep from yelling and slapping his gorgeous, smirking face. I was flushed, redder than a ripe tomato, cursing myself for getting hot just hearing his voice... And he had the auda
“You knew, didn’t you?” My voice shook as I asked, dreading the response I might receive. “Let’s go somewhere private.” Jasper gathered his things beside him. “No!” The thought of being alone with him again... “Stop yelling.” The Lycan was frowning at me before sighing. “And yes. I knew about it.” “Y-you knew, and didn’t stop me? You lured me into a trap!” “Would you listen if I told you?” “Yes! N-no, I...” My head was hurting. So much information and revelation, I was having an overload. Even if Jasper warned me, I wouldn’t have listened to him. I was so desperate for friends, I... “Well, that’s your answer.” “You purposely allowed me to be in danger. That’s grounds for treason.” “I saved you, didn’t I?” “That’s not the point—” I stared at him. “What else are you not telling me?” Jasper sighed in annoyance, rummaging in his pockets until he pulled out a white cellphone and tapped on it before showing it to me. I grabbed the phone with shaking hands. “Next time, turn your
If that video was not destroyed... I will die.With that in mind, I quickly washed my face and placed my head under the faucet to give my shorter hair a wet look. I chewed on my lower lip to make it appear redder and plumper, tapped my cheekbones a few times for fake blush. Then, I opened the collar of my dress to expose my throat. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the red hickey on my neck. I still had no idea which of them gave it to me.When I heard the door of the room open, I pulled myself together as best as I could, unbuttoning my dress just enough to show the top of my chest.I am beautiful and desirable. Jasper proved that to me last night. He was attracted to me... and I will use that to my advantage. Seducing him would be a piece of cake. Once he told me where the original video was... I will kill him.“Hey,” the duke said when he opened the bathroom door. “Come out. I’ll bandage your arm.”We were in the hospital, there were people who were more than qualified to do that.
The cell at the end of the dungeon was smaller than the others. My nose wrinkled at the thick scent of blood and sweat. The single torch in the corridor flickered weakly, casting jagged shadows that danced over the hunched figure in the corner.Clifford.He wasn't moving. For a horrible second, I thought he was dead. My breath hitched as I took an unsteady step forward. Then, as if sensing me, he shifted, a slow movement that sent an eerie scraping sound through the silence. His chains clinked.He looked up, his eyes squinting at first, but then he seemed to focus. He looked relieved when he recognized me.“You came,” he murmured, voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper.I swallowed hard, pushing back the instinctive shudder that ran through me. He sounded... wrong. Hollow.“Are you alright?” I asked, scanning his body for signs of abuse, of torture, but other than the bruises from his earlier encounter with Jasper, he seemed fine. I still had to make sure, though. “Did they hurt you
“What was that?” I asked, my eyes wide in astonishment.“What was what?” she countered, clearly feigning ignorance, but I raised an eyebrow, not buying it.Jade seemed to hesitate for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously between me and the door, like she was weighing whether to keep up the act. But, after a long, almost painful pause, she sighed and chose honesty.She explained that, like many human societies, Lycans are patriarchal. As the oldest living male, Jasper was the head of their family and the ‘alpha’ of the pack. Being an alpha meant his word was law, and he had the supernatural ability to compel his pack members to obey. What I had just witnessed minutes before was an example of that.“But Jasper has never used that against us before,” Jade said, furrowing her brow with concern. “I’ve seen him do it to Ulrich wolves and the werewolves, to tame them… but never to us, his sisters. What could have–”“Bridgette attacked me.”Henry’s girlfriend snapped her head toward me in sho
I let out a blood-curdling scream.“It’s alright, my princess,” Clifford tried to reassure me with a soothing voice as he approached me, but his actions had the opposite effect on me. “Do not be afraid, it’s–”Before he could finish speaking, a shadow leaped in front of me and tackled the butler to the ground with a growl. It was Jasper. They fought over the knife before the duke knocked Clifford out with a punch to the face, dislocating his jaw.“Freddy!” Bridgette screamed. Everyone rushed towards the prince, and they pushed me out of the way. I landed on my behind, the grass cushioning the fall, still too stunned to care.“Are you okay?” I heard Jasper ask. He knelt in front of me. I gazed at him and the hand he offered, still wide-eyed. “Selina, are you hurt?”I shook my head no. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. I didn't even realize I was crying until the duke put an arm around me, pulling me close to his chest. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”It was strange. Even though h
Someone was standing by the window.The drawing room was dark, but I could see their silhouette thanks to the moonlight shining through the mesh curtains. They appeared to be looking out of the window, their back turned towards me. My heart thumping in my chest, I stepped back in an attempt to escape, only to be stopped by a familiar male voice.“You’re here…” The person finally looked at me. They were wearing a turquoise and gold suit. A royal butler.“Clifford?” I squinted to see the man properly, my eyes adjusting in the dark. He was… smiling. It was unusual, but not unwelcome. “It’s late. What are you still doing here?”“I noticed you were not here after His Majesty’s visit. Where were you?”I closed the door behind me and walked towards my bedroom. “I just went out for a walk. You can go back now.”“Oh, alright. Good night, my princess,” he said, a soft lilt in his voice. “Sweet dreams.”I raised my eyebrows at that. He never smiles or croons. The butler was always professional a
Thank the Rozen Maiden, Jasper was already hard. I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't.He smelled like mint soap and tasted nothing in particular. Like clean skin.“What are you doing?” the Lycan exclaimed, horrified. He shoved me, causing me to fall off the bed. I assumed he didn't intend to do that, as he quickly rushed to my side, visibly concerned. “I'm sorry!”I didn't move from my spot. I hurt my back when I hit the floor, but my pride and dignity hurt even worse.He was right. What was I doing, coming to his room and pouncing on him like that? I have no shame left in me. I couldn’t believe I’d stooped so low.“Hey, are you okay?” the duke asked, and I turned away from him, ignoring him completely. “Don't just lie in there. The floor's cold.”“Leave me alone.”“Selina...”I breathed deeply before opening my mouth and screaming at the top of my lungs.“Alright! Fine! Fine!” Jasper yelled through my screams, stepping back and covering his ears. “Fine, I'll leave you alone, jeez.”
I ran upstairs to the third floor of the Lyall Palace, where the guests’ bedchambers were located. As soon as I reached the door at the end of the halfway, I pounded my fist on the sturdy wood. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night; I need to speak with the occupant of the room.“Princess Selina?” a voice came from behind me. I turned to see Jasper peeking out from an open door across the hall. He looked dumbfounded to see me. “What are you doing here?”I could ask him the same thing because I know that’s not his assigned bedchamber. I walked towards him and his expression turned into a deep concern. The duke stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.He looked ridiculous in his silk pajamas and nightcap.“You can't be here,” he said, his eyes combing the dimly lit hallway for signs of life. “What if other people–”I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to crash my lips into his.When Henry said I could not have a lover while he had one, he failed to co
“Your Royal Highness,” Clifford's voice called from outside my door. I scowled and turned towards it. What was it this time? “His Majesty is here to see you.”“The king?”“Yes, miss.”My eyes almost popped open in shock. Henry never visited me in my room, especially at night, because he was wary of the rumors it might create. What does he want?“Shall I tell His Majesty that you’re indisposed?”“No, let him…” I glanced at the table and noticed the vial of period blood was still there.In my panic, I grabbed it so that I could hide it on the couch again. However, it slipped from my hand and rolled under the table.“Argh!” I tried to reach it, but it was so far away from my hand.“Your Royal Highness?”“Just a minute!” I tried to use my foot, but the vial rolled under the other couch and near the fireplace. Spilling small amounts of thick liquid in its wake. I forgot to put its lid on.The door swung open, and I dived to snatch the vial and, before I could decide against it, threw it in
“I’ve seen the written accord; I have studied it ever since they displayed it in the Museum for all to see. It doesn’t say anything about that.”I narrowed my eyes at the glasses girl, “Are you saying my father lied?” “N-no! I’m saying he’s mistaken, Your Royal Highness.” Nervously, she passed around folders containing graphs, charts, and pictures showcasing ancient texts alongside their modern translations. “I mean, I can’t blame His Majesty, the accord is very old. But… as you can see in your copies, the translation clearly says ‘a child sired by Wilhelm’s blood’ … so, it could be anyone of them, not just the king.”“You mean the spare?” Julian interjected, eyebrows furrowing.“It doesn't matter who is sitting on the throne now,” the girl said, adjusting her glasses that were slipping down her nose. “Even if he has just a drop of the first emperor's blood, he will still be considered eligible. The person Princess Selina decides to marry will inherit both the throne and the title al
My heart had been pounding so hard on my chest when the heathens pushed me into the back of a car and made me lie on my back. It was where they gagged me and tied up my hands and feet. They drove the car for a while, driving through a couple of tunnels and a train crossing and a lot of humps and when they finally stopped, I couldn’t hear the hustle and bustle of the city. All the sounds I could make out were the occasional chirping of crickets, rustling of leaves, and the squelching of our feet against the soft, wet grass when they got me out of the car.The people who took me dragged me carefully inside a building and made me sit on a cushioned couch. The place smelled like rotten wood, stagnant water and dust. By the time my kidnappers pulled the bag off my head, I was already calm and collected. My security team always told me that in an event that I was taken, I needed to preserve my voice and strength. I must not encourage the kidnappers to hurt me, which I didn’t. Aside from the