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Alpha Atticus POV “Philip, what the fuck! How the hell did you get in here? I arranged myself and stepped in front of Viviane, who needed more time to compose herself. Philip should not have seen her like this. Her cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. “Someone decided it was a good idea to lock me in my room. This is my home, I got bored and remembered all the secret passages I used when I escaped from your lessons. Funny, how easily I found the door behind the shelves. I just had to push a little and voilà, it opened in time to see my uncle fuck my betrothed.” He yelled and swayed his way into the room until he was close to us. So close I could smell the pungent smell of bourbon coming from his mouth. “And here I thought that the prim and proper Viviane was pure elegance, when she has proven to be a common slut. Are you sure you haven't auditioned for a porn movie, my love?” He tried to brush her cheeks with his knuckles but I pushed him away. “Shut up! You don’t come
Viviane POV “You have dishonored your family, now your sister will be my sole heiress.” The accusatory finger of my grandfather makes me cringe. “No!” I hear myself scream. Everything went black after that. Philip’s words were a slap in the face, but my grandfather disowning me from the Sinclair family ripped my heart and dug my grave. Though he took care of us after our parents died, I knew my grandfather wasn’t always fond of me. He treated me and my mother distantly,I wonder what we ever did to him. I remember hearing him say during her funeral that it was a relief she was gone, as if she was a burden lifted off his shoulders. I still hold on to that memory and today it carved a deeper wound. I didn't come back to my senses until strong arms lifted me and I felt immediately secured. I could recognize this man anywhere. My mate. He might be using the world’s most expensive cologne but nothing made him smell more divine than his distinctive scent, pinewood and musk. It felt like l
Alpha Atticus POV I hold Viviane tightly in my arms, she looks so small against my body. All I want to do right now is alleviate her pain. I lathered the sponge with her favorite body wash fragrance and slowly bathed her from head to toe. The rich foam acts like a second layer on her skin and I use it to massage her shoulders, “Are you feeling okay, baby?” She nods in silence. Though I had a hard on right now, it is not my intention to take her when she is most vulnerable. I'm possessive and jealous of her but I’m not the kind of man to take advantage of a woman when she is not in her right frame of mind. Unless, of course, she lets me. Zeus growled in my head, the idea of having Viviane rough in the tub sounds appealing to him. My wolf is behaving like the beast he is, ruthless and a savage. He loves his mate, and given the chance, I know he will try having his way. I examined Viviane closely and the gash she previously had almost disappeared. All that is left is a faint white
Alpha Atticus POV I went to the nearest table where a decanter of whisky was placed. I take a tumbler from the glass tray and prepare my drink. I take my time, I’m not in a hurry. At least I don’t want to show him that I’m troubled. I know I fucked up but whatever the outcome I shall accept it. I’m Alpha, the blood coursing through my veins is not that of a coward. “So, it's just the two of us then?” I ask my “brother”. “Claudia is not feeling well these days, and with everything that has transpired, I doubt she wants to come out of her room. She really liked Viviane for our son and is devastated you took her from him. To tell you the truth, she is mad at you. Plus, she must have a bug. The doctor that checked on Philip told us there’s a bug going around and people are sick in the palace with basically the same symptoms. There are not so many people ill to be placed in quarantine, but nonetheless I have taken the necessary precautions. I have given instructions on how to deal with
Viviane POV It’s been three days since I've returned to the estate. My sister Lilli Anne was already gone, our grandfather requested her back. She is not allowed to contact me anymore. I thought by the way he talked to me in the palace was just out of rage but I see his intentions are true, he is severing all ties with me and therefore with my sister. The fear of abandonment takes over me again just like when mamma and pappa passed away, I felt so lost. I started to hear Harmony around that time but I thought she was an invention of my mind, the product of my imagination.I had suffered a recent trauma and I kept it to myself. I was hearing a voice in my head when I was already seeing a psychologist to deal with mom’s death and I was terrified the therapist would send me to a psychiatrist institution. “You're not alone, Vivi. I will be with you from now on.” I remember jumping out from the hospital bed when Harmony’s voice boomed in my head. “Are you real?” This can’t be, I must be d
Viviane POV I was born into a privileged society and knew how rich people with power played things their favor but the treatment I received at Callie’s atelier had a different vibe. She closed the store for us and brought a few models with gorgeous gowns for a private fashion runway. Margo and Ashley said Atticus commissioned them to look for the most spectacular dress for me not caring how much it costs. He only wants what’s best for me, isn’t the most romantic thing a man has done for me. I’m so anxious to see him, even Harmony is prancing with excitement in my head. We haven’t seen our mate for three days now. Atticus and I have video chatted often but it is not the same as having him here with me where I can touch him and snuggle with him. I’m head over heels with that man. He was supposed to arrive a few hours after me the other day, he was going to his company first but something came up that forced him to delay his return instead. As much as I tried to know what it was a
Atticus POV It’s been a long day. Fuck! It’s been three long days without seeing my lovely mate. Viviane and I have video chatted but the connection has been brief and obviously can't replace having her in front of me like how she is now. I came home to find my mate crouched in front of my Beta’s room,“There you are, my love, care to tell me what exactly you are doing?” I did not call or let the patrol on the border announce my arrival, I wanted to surprise my mate but I was the one getting surprised instead. The packhouse was eerily quiet though there are like 20 to 30 people living here. As I was climbing up the stairs I saw Viviane in a very compromising position. She is masturbating while watching through the keyhole what it sounds like the Beta’s fucking each other their brains out. Who would have thought the perfect and poised Viviane Sinclair gets off while watching others fuck, is she really into porn? I wonder if she has practiced voyeurism before or if it is something new
Viviane POV I woke up once again to a sore body. I know we fucked hard last night and that’s why I can’t hardly move now, but it aches and burns between my legs and I still feel tired. Taking a quick glance at my body again and I don’t like what I see. Light bruises and small bites adorn my skin plus my bare pussy is a light pink. I hissed in pain when I brushed a finger over my swollen lips. What the heck did he do to me? You better not ask, Zeus reached to me and told me what was going to happen and we decided it was better to knock you down so you couldn’t feel it. But far from easing my anxiety, Harmony's explanation got the worst of me. The need to find out the truth of what really happened kept me asking her for more details from last night. Did he take me while I was passed out? Please, don't be mad at me. Harmony whines in my head. No, of course not. If anything I should be thankful you did as Zeus told you. I was so engaged in my internal conversation that I did n