Viviane
Paul The craving of her presence is too much to bear. The sight of my beautiful mate was driving me crazy. I went mad when I heard that Philip and Viviane will be taking their wedding pictures out in the gardens tomorrow. A vibrating feeling in my chest had me controlling the growl I’ve been holding trying not to scare off everyone in the dining room. “Paul, are you alright?” Prince Patrick asked in concern. I noticed everyone stopped eating and were watching me. The distraught evident in Viviane’s face hurt me more. I haven’t lost my temper so easily before in front of the reigning family, but I couldn't help it. Before being considered rude, I excuse myself from the table. “Never been better brother.” I cleared my throat and stood up to leave. I didn't care that I didn't finish my meal, I had to take some fresh air or I would have exploded right in front of everyone. Each time I saw them together I wanted to reap Philip apart and take Viviane far away from here. If it were for
Viviane I rushed to my room right after my encounter with the duke. In my wildest dreams would have I thought I was attractive to him. I knew something was off with him from the moment we've met. His domineering aura and the way I respond to him is confusing, I feel like I'm not being myself around him but a version of me. We didn’t even get formally presented until today, how can he called me his mate! I have told you before, he’s your fated mate. The person the moon godess destined you with. The one and only man you’ll ever want. He's your match in every way. "Mate? What does even mean to be mates? Look, forget that I've asked, I don’t want to know. This is way too confusing.” I was hugging my pillow, knees pressed to my chest, rocking myself back and forth on the bed. I look demential in this state. Right in this moment my great concern is if someone saw the duke and me. Otherwise, this could mean my ruin and my family’s name tarnished forever. Not to mention that my grandfath
Viviane “You may come in.” I spoked in a loud voice so the person behind the door could hear me only to remember right away that was impolite. “A princess never raises her voice above a whisper.” That’s how I was instructed at the boarding school. The door opens and reveals a maid. “Milady, they are expecting you for breakfast.” The maid showed a low courtesy and waited for a response but I wasn't sure what to say. I’m supposed to comply whenever I’m summoned to family reunions and other meetings that require my attendance. After pondering things I decided I was not going to hide away in my room. “Tell the princesses I’ll be right down.” I closed the door and peeled out of bed. In a matter of minutes I was ready and wearing casual attire to face the principal family, especially the duke. I wasn't going to show him I was afraid of him or ashamed of what happened the night before. “Good morning your Highnesses, your Grace.” I bowed as customary and saluted everyone. I don't want t
Paul This is total chaos, how I’m I supposed to help the prince as I promised I would do? I suppress my feeling and shove back my wolf who practically wants me to squeeze Phili’s throat. I'm going mad, conflicted beetween my loyalty to my best friend and the woman who refuses to acknowledge me. From the way I see it, Philip is going to make Viviane suffer with his reckless lifestyle. His frequents escaped are getting more troublesome. Another problem I have to solve and I'm already gettimg tired of looking after his mess. He's an adult and should know better than to bribe the secret services to sneak out but I will find out where he went, and when I do, I will replace all his bodyguards. I'm still surprised Viviane is my mate. I saw the look of betrayal on her face when I implied Philip is going out to party with his friends.. She obviously feels something for him. Can’t he see it? Nothing breaks my heart more than witnessing her love for another man. I want to be the one comfor
Viviane I was headed to my room when I heard a familiar voice behind me. I was caught by surprise and lost my footing when a hand grabbed my wrist and spun so fast my hair whipped him in his face. He did’t look unfazed as tingles spreads throughout our bodies confirming who the man is. The duke was faster than I thought, hen already had me firmly grabbed by the waist. I didn't realize I was in his arms, again, in the middle of the stares for everyone to see until it was too late. His green eyes peered down at me. Why is it that the more I wanted to get away from him, the more I found myself caught in his arms? “Why are you after me? We should not be seen together. Philip can...”“Philip can what? Think you may be cheating on your arranged husband?” “This is inappropriate and out of place, you’re Grace.” But my words came out more like a whisper. “We need to talk about us.” I couldn't help the sudden heat spreading rapidly through my body like liquid fire. This is getting too far
Paul After Viviane left, I swallowed in one gulp another glass of my Johnnie Walker Reserve. The hot liquid burned down my throat, taking away the pain sensation of the erected dick in my pants. "That woman is going to be the death of me". I exhaled in exasperation. It took all my willpower to hold back the urge to strip her naked and ravish her on the couch. I was at war with myself at the thought of wanting to take her roughly and claim her in the spot. I wanted to buried balls deep inside her to show her who does she belongs to. I throw the empty glass in rage and watch how it shatters into tiny pieces. Almost instantly a maid shows up, “Your Grace, are you all right? She sounded concerned and looked at the floor and then at me, but I stood still like nothing had happened. She gaped and covered her mouth with a hand. “Your, Grace! She was obviously astonished, until today I had always kept composed and in full control of myself, not showing my real emotions. “Clean this mess.”
Viviane I came out of that office like it was the devil himself after me. My face was burning and my body aching everywhere he touched me. It’s a miracle no one saw us or I would surely had many things to explain. It took me just minutes to reach my room get rid of the dress I was wearing, that by the way, is ruined because he ripped one of the straps in an attempt to devour me his meal more easily. I step in the shower and manage to set the right temperature this time. I drenched the sponge with the body wash and scrubbed every each making sure to replace his scent on me. The smell of him all over my body will alert Philip of the closeness with the duke. I was still a little fussed about being alone with that man. He's smashing aura and piercing stare made it difficult to breathe and got disoriented. That's what I keep telling me, did I enjoyed it? I thought maybe as his nephew's betrothed, we would get along but I have to reconsider that, given the fact he's asking me an impos
Viviane “I’m sorry, my Prince.” I bow my head, not wanting him to see my red face. In that moment I felt a finger tilting my head up to meet his hypnotizing icy blue eyes. It was a relief to see him grinning and I breathe a sigh relieved as well. “Don’t worry my love, I'm just teasing you.” He said those words so tenderly that I melted on the spot. My heart made a somersault when he called me his love. Whee! Okay. Viviane, focus. I scolded myself. He didn't remove his finger from my chin and was getting more close now, I could smell his delicious cologne in each inhale I take. I hope I’m not being too obvious because I‘m also gaping. With the difference in our hight, my head almost collides with his toned chest. Ohh, I’ve been longing so much for his touch. Though his proximity gives me goosebumps I’m disappointed that as much as I try, I can’t feel the burst of tingles like Duke Paul makes me feel. Damn him. Just like that, Philip brakes the magic, “Making you aware of your ta