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BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES Curiouser than the cat
Freya stepped into the ball on the king’s arms and everyone grew mute, watching her with wide curious eyes. “The king of Ilryia, King Ardelan, first of his name!” He was announced. The entire room flowed into respectful bows and curtsies as the both of them walked down the red carpet. “It gives me no greater joy to have the most beautiful woman in the room on my arms.” King Ardelan whispered in her ears and she smiled. She hadn’t given him a definite response but she couldn’t deny his offer was a gift horse and she would be stupid to reject it outright. They both played a game, but at the end of the day one of them would play it better. “Such words of flattery from you, Your Majesty.” She replied and he smiled. “I’ve never uttered words more genuine.” He said. She couldn’t see Riordan but she felt his gaze like a piercing arrow on her skin. He dared much, not lowering his eyes like the rest of he others. Could he tell his time was counting down?“Arise!” The king announced and
BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES The red room
The more Freya watched, the more obvious it was that Riordan was doing something he ought not to. She followed him discreetly as he skulked down the hallway and from her perch, she saw a pair of guards approached the corner with him. Her heart lurched and she just barely stopped herself from shouting a warning but the next moment, Riordan was nowhere to be found. The guards went through the hallway and she watched as Riordan dropped down from the roof. Her relief was met with disgust. Was she really going to be so stupid as to call out a warning to him earlier? Riordan picked up pace, heading deeper into the castle and she cursed colourfully as she realised she couldn’t follow him on the roof anymore. She swung in through the window silently and went after him. Or she tried to, because after a few minutes she had to confess that she lost him. “Looking for me?” She heard behind her and spun around, her dagger at the ready. “Were you following me?” He bit out angrily and she scoffe
BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES The king’s collar
“Melanie.” Freya said, confused. “I’m sorry Freya.” She said and blew into her fist. The entire room exposed with mermaid dust and instantly, the magic seized hold of Freya’s body. She collapsed to the ground, immobilised. Anger swept through her and she gritted her teeth and pushed against the fog pressing on her mind but the magic held her down, making her unable to move a muscle. She watched through the colourful dust as Melanie entered the room and lifted the box from inside the hidden floor. Inside the clear box was a dark collar, so black it seemed to drink the light from around it. She stopped struggling, the collar stealing her attention as it seemed to pulse. Melanie held it up and a high keening sound filled the air, piercing her ears and jarring her. It was coming from the collar, eerily similar to the sound she heard before she passed out in that alley earlier. She struggled to cover her ears against the terrible sound but she couldn’t, it was everywhere; in her ears an
BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES Her unexpected visitor
That evening, Freya did not wait for the king to summon her, she went to him. He rose from his throne when he saw her and the throne room grew silent as she approached and dropped into a curtsy. “Everyone, out.” He ordered curtly. Important men were seated all around the throne room and they cleared their throat, obviously balking at the rude dismissal. King Ardelan glanced at them in question, and they all rose, muttering their pleasantries as they filed out. “To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked her as he planted a kiss on her knuckles. “You said you’d personally escort me the next time I had a craving to see the gardens. I figured you’d need saving from the overdrawn meetings of the day.” She said and he laughed. “You couldn’t have been more right.” Replied King Ardelan. She offered him her arm and he took it. There was no mention of a missing collar nor any hint of suspicion in his eyes. Did he not notice yet or was she clear of his suspicion entirely?“How do you
BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES You’re mine, Shadow
Riordan’s control was close to snapping. He ignored his wolf’s roar to take her and painstakingly waited for her to make her choice. “I’ve waited too long.” He told her. “I need you.”Her eyes widened and she fought a battle within herself but he didn’t make it any easier for her. Resting on his elbow, his hand slid up her smooth soft thigh, closer and closer to that part where he knew she wanted him the most. “Let me taste you.” He whispered and his hand slid higher. Her breath hitched and her rosy lips parted. A shot of lust speared into his cock and thickened it, and he had a picture of those soft lips wrapped around his cock. There was no way she could deny him, not when they were created for each other in the first place. He claimed her lips in a hard kiss and she let out a little moan at the back of her throat, the sound that never failed to drive him mad. With a growl, he dragged his lips from hers and gripped the shift that teased his imagination since he gazed upon her. A
BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES The men’s Game day
Freya gazed at herself in the mirror as her maids fitted the immaculate dress on her. “Oh she is so beautiful.” Valerie gushed, stepping back to admire their work. The deep purple dress hugged her figure to precision, cinching deeply over her waist and flaring over her hips. Her hair was curled up in an intricate up-do with wispy strands softening her face. “I agree.” Nessa, her second maid glowed with pride. Freya could admit that the dress was indeed beautiful and also a perfect fit, but she found her lips turning down as she shuffled on her feet. She could hardly draw a full breath, and there was no way in hell she could fight in this entrapment. Aremin had raised her in practical leather that allowed for an armoury of weapons and though he’d made sure she could endure these dresses, it wasn’t a fun experience. “We’re so lucky.” Nessa said as she rouged Freya’s lips. “Everyone is saying you’ll be queen soon, and that’ll make us the personal maids of the queen!” She said in a
BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES His possessive side
The rest of the festival was a daze to Freya. She pasted on the biggest smile and her energy was unmatched as the game were roasted over a high fire and drinks passed amongst the men. Her arm hung on the king’s the entire time as she charmed his people, being the queen that Queen Renee never could be and no one could tell that the king’s grip on hers felt as terrible as shackles on her wrists. By the time the sun was going down, respectable ladies were flitting into their carriages, leaving the men that would carry the festival into the dead of night. “I don’t want you to leave.” King Ardelan said, the ale on his breath bathing her face. Her brows rose playfully but her voice was firm. “I know the people call me your mistress but you don’t think me a whore do you?” She asked. Her words finally knocked some sense into him and he bowed to her, making people gush again. “Pardon my manners, Lady Reynette. I seem to forget myself when I’m with you.” He said. She smiled and dropped int
BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES He will get us killed
Freya laughed bitterly, unable to believe that she’d been caught in a trap she could have so easily avoided. She made a silent promise to Melanie, she would make the betrayer regret her actions, then she turned to the king. “Your Majesty, I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Said Freya. “I’ve told him everything.” Melanie cut in. “You can quit the pretence.”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Freya insisted.“How dare you make a fool of my hospitality?Tell me your true mission, were you sent to assassinate me?” King Ardelan thundered, a muscle ticking on his forehead as he approached her and she scoffed. It seemed denial would get her nowhere. “Our guild carefully sieves the sands of life, we don’t overturn the entire damn thing.” She said and his nostrils flared in anger. He crossed to her and his swing caught her lip, his ring splitting her lip open right away. “In a way, I knew there was something off about you.” He said in a growl. “Why was I so terribly a
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