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Alba’s blood purifies toxins. Marko repeated the thought in his head as if he could have misheard it. Suddenly, sitting felt like the worst position, so he stood, yet his legs felt too restless to keep still. Before long, he was pacing, trying his best to piece the information coming his way with his stirring emotions, but when he finally failed, he turned to the physician. “Explain it in a way that I can understand.” “Well!” She began excitedly with no heed to his tension. “When you first brought the former princess to me, every test I did said she overdosed on wolfsbane, but she was still alive, which is impossible! She should have died ten times over with the amount in her blood; that’s when it hit me; the amount of wolfsbane in her body was the reason she turned! Like an adverse reaction because her wolf form purifies faster.” Sharon paced as she prattled on words that did not make sense to him. Wolfsbane? Overdosed? What the hell? What more did Alba keep from him? “Get
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Seven: Reject Me
“How long have I been asleep?” The question slips from my lips as I struggle out of bed. “A little over a week.” A week? “I have never even had a nosebleed before,” I mutter as my feet hit the cold floor. A week has passed, and I am still in the silk gown, only now it is peppered in crimson droplets throughout its length. “Wow, your regeneration must be fast despite the wolfsbane in your system; imagine how it will be without?” I still at her cavalier words. I am uncertain when she started writing, but she scribbles furiously on her notepad while addressing me, almost as though she is studying me. “Wolfsbane?” Did I mishear her? “Yes! There was a ton of it in your system.” If she knows that, then…doesn’t his majesty? Good god, why is this happening? I am almost glad I insisted she doesn’t call him, but how much time will prepare me for what he intends with me now that my cards are on the table? “Is that why I collapsed?” “Partly,” She began. “Well, I think so. You we
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Eight: Spring Wedding
"I will." His answer comes with no hesitation that it stings despite the ‘rejection’ being my suggestion. I can understand his clarity; the outcome of our situation as 'stepsiblings' and ‘royals’ is inevitable. Yet even if we did not have those barriers to hide behind, I am certain rejection would have been the outcome; we are but a match made in hell. “Good.” I respond, hoping no emotion laces my voice. “I’d like to bathe; give me space.” He does not budge; he merely shakes his head from left to right and points to the bathroom. Great. I do not blame him for not trusting me; the thought of escape has not entirely left my mind. Any other time, I would have sassed him into submitting to my demand for bathing privacy, but I can feel tears whose origin I cannot fully place threaten to flood my eyes, so before they grow noticeable, I rush to the bathroom and shut the door to lean on it as they spill. Utterly ridiculous that I can feel this deeply over nothing, yet even my express
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Nine: Disappointing
Crazy. The Lycan has gone crazy...yet- Yet what? My hesitation is proof that he has not used his Lycan ability that makes wolves follow his command; but it is the forwardness, the simple desperation in his voice that makes me consider dropping my throbbing hand; yet if we solidify our bond in such a fashion, doesn’t that only spell misfortune? "No." In my head, my voice is firm, so why did it come off as a whisper? "Why?" The Lycan’s voice is rough as he asks the question as if he bore innocence to how twisted we make each other grow. 'Why?' I played with his question again in my mind. How many reasons did he have the time for? The first would be that I do not trust him. The second is that I do not have enough information on what he does or does not know about me; other than my wolf purifies and that I dosed in wolfsbane, what else is he withholding? The man I know, the man I ran from, is vindictive, so if there is more, I need it on the table. All of that aside, there is
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Ten: Madness
The Lycan’s hold on me had lessened, and I could no longer hide my arousal behind his aggression.After his trace of my bruised buttock, his restless hand lifts my hoodie, which matches the pants pooling on my ankles, to expose my chest to him. He tugs my bra low, settling my breasts atop them and while I wait for him to grant my stiff peaks attention, he doesn’t; it is as if he only meant them for his view."Please."I whisper, hoping he would, at the very least, soothe the rising need that threatened to claim the very air from my lungs; I almost sigh in relief as he presses his lips to my nipples, rubbing his softness against their stiffness so steadily that I hold my breath, ready for the feel of his warm moist tongue, only it doesn't come."You know what I want.”He whispers his response with his face buried in the softness of my bosom as he once again inhales me.“Call out the name of the man you deem disappointing.”I bite my tongue to stop myself from yielding to his demand; we
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Eleven: Charismatic Devil
I am grateful for the brief rain that followed our arrival to the capital; it washed our trail. Lucky for Kaisa and me, there seemed to be a night market or some festival at the capital’s heart, so the hope for finding a good deal on the kind of garment that would maintain my anonymity soared. An hour passed, and not to seem like an airhead, but while I found the cloak, I forgot that Ketria used a different currency system. So, in essence, I was gifted a coat by a mother who thought I resembled a beggar because of the mud coating my garments. When I tried to tell her that I would repay her, she gave me a pitiful look as if to say, 'oh...you poor dreamer, life is harsh'; so, in a sense, she lost respect for me twice—oh, not twice because I had to borrow fare to head to the mountains afterwards. The embarrassment coursing through me is palpable, but what makes it worse is the harsh realisation that the Lycan took everything from me; my phone, wallet, passport, clothes...I have nothin
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The sharpness of Alba's glare was one that he was unaccustomed to; typically, she lowered herself in his presence, but since her meeting with Father, it had grown sharper, as if she intended to drop all the façades that made their relationship tolerable.It was a hot day, the kind that signalled rain in the evening, so the bead of sweat dripping from the side of her face despite the lack of physical exercise was understandable; that it disappeared distractingly between her braless breasts held firmly by a tank top was expected, that he noticed the entire movement of a bead of sweat was another thing entirely.Since when had he begun to feel differently around her? Nothing as intense as what he’d heard mates feel around each other’s presence, but more that he grew aware of her as a woman; his eyes took in her folds, her movements, even her body, in a way that was ill-permitted.She had turned eighteen a week ago, so his wolf would have sensed if they were mates, and he would have promp
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The vibrating sensation in my core grew intensely as if matching the dominating eucalyptus scent in the room; even with my vision obscured by a silky blindfold, I could tell where he sat, watching me as I writhe in an attempt to escape the pleasure induced by innocent silicone shoved into unholy places. My hands and legs were bound, yet not in the way I expected; not on the walls or bedpost but by a contraption that turned me into a sort of contortionist as it bound my left hand and left leg together, repeating the same for my right side; as such my core was left bare and under his utter mercy, yet all he did was watch. “I ca-.” I begin to utter, but he must have thought my ability to put words together was too much of a luxury, so he increased the vibrating speed of the rabbit pressed directly under my nub. My legs tremble as I fight the tight contraption; I know that if I press my legs together, that if I change my position, the sensation will lessen, but a pleasurable echoing pu
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Final Author's Note
And that’s a wrap. The book will be marked as complete soon; I hope you loved both stories, the bonus (￣y▽￣)╭ ohohoho….. and the main story. Now on the meat of the matter, my next work will be out in late June or Mid-July titled: The Alpha's Ruby Obsession (I think, but most likely.) It will be 18+, not just because of the smut but because it is a little darker than this one, discussing themes to do with suicidal ideations and consent-non-consent relations, but don’t worry, I will tag the concerning chapters. It can be read as a stand-alone, but there are benefits to reading this book first. Lastly, this concerns my other book: Your last lie—please do not purchase it until perhaps next year (Late next year); it was my first book and thus very clumsy, I want to work on it, and if you have it in your library, you can remove it and select it later, the changes should reflect. Thank you for reading and voting for ‘Bound to My Wicked Stepbrother’. I would love to hear more from you; whe
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TRIGGER WARNING: CONSENT. The pounding in my head trembles my vision. Christ, I am never drinking again. My struggle to change my position and take advantage of the day is met with a familiar stiffness; only the rattling sounds binding me send my eyes wide open. An unfamiliar room, brightly lit with top wall windows that ensure I cannot see outside, but enough light enters that I can see thousands upon thousands of pictures of me lining the walls. Hah... what the hell? Panic sets in low in my belly as struggle finds my limbs. I do not wish to scream; who knows what I will alert, but the rattling of the cuffs binding my hands and feet to the bed must have awoken something because movement sounds from the other side, beyond the dark staired hallway. It would have been easy to sit upright had it only been my hands bound, but both my hands and feet were chained to the bed, holding me indecently in place and... My clothes are different. "You are up? Good, I brought you some food.
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He isn’t coming. I repeat to myself as I splash some more warm water on my face. Ugh, what the hell was that sickly sweet champagne Magnolia guzzled down my throat in ‘celebration’? If she wants me to be drunk and embarrass myself, all she has to do is say that. A sigh escapes me at my tired expression in the bathroom mirror. My face is flushed, yet despite how tipsy I am, the hurt from seeing him arrive with his ‘ex-fiancée’ cut too deep to be blurred with liquor. Ever since the production ended, I woke up to sex dreams where Marko would bind me, trap me somewhere and have his way with me mercilessly. Of course, I would plead that he free me because, let’s face it, I would only plead that he does not touch me so that I could be regarded as sane. Because who in the hell would want to be bound and f*cked mercilessly by someone who all but regarded them as a slut? Guilt always devours me at the end of the vulgar dreams, I guess they are about to worsen now that he is with his ex-f
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Marko "Cut”. The director's voice rang for what would be the last time, and applause followed. The moment was bittersweet, but the feel of Alba detaching from him as if he was plagued stung. "Alb-" "Don't...don't say anything, Marko. Let this end." "I don’t want-" "Don't want that?" Again, she interrupted him, finishing his sentence when he did not wish her to. "Marko, you called me a slut a few weeks ago, so let this 'slut' reform her ways, a safe distance from you.” “I never said you were a slut.” “No, you merely said that I spread my legs for anyone who gives me the time of day; if your argument is on semantics, try again." Alba uttered as she moved from him, but her dress, the same ivory gown that stole his chest as she walked down the Aisle, making him wish that for a moment the scene was real and she was his bride, made her curse as she moved. "God damn heels!" She muttered before leaving him...again. Should he manipulate her transport? No, she might not fall for
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The ballroom echoed its commotion at Marko’s announcement of me as his future wife and Milos as his heir. I should cease wearing fitting gowns that limit my breathing during balls that I anticipate trouble. Still, his hand on my waist is more intense in this way, even as some show their distaste for our relationship vocally, despite our mention that we were mates chosen by the goddess. The tea party was brutal, but this, having to look in the eyes of hundreds of unsmiling faces as if our lives impacted them more than was appropriate, was a whole other thing. Despite all this, my proximity to Marko keeps me uncaring; but I cannot stop my chest’s clenching. Unlike me, he has cared how others viewed him since his youth, and he has always wanted to be a regal and dignified king framed by perfection. Am I not staining him? Please don't change your mind. Please want me still. Please- A tremble rocks through me at the thoughts chanting ceaselessly in my mind, so I step away from Mark
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Five: Betrayal
"Ahh...that hits the spot."Ruby utters as she places her pitcher of cider beer on the table with a thud. Without missing a beat, she turns to the table grill and turns the thinly sliced steaks before they burn.It was amusing watching her eat, actually more than amusing; I keep growing envious of her appetite.Still, how were the Clive illegitimate children treated for her to behave this similarly to Violet and me?While I like her playful maturity, we understand the scars that made us this way.After explaining my dream as the ‘sun’ to her (I am not sure if she believes me or thinks I am crazy), we settle and enjoy each other’s company at the eatery that offers each table a small grill and a wide selection of meats for one to fry up themselves if they do not wish for any item from the precooked menu.It took quite a bit of patience, but I finally finished the steak Violet made for me; it is hard to avoid eating when everything around me smells delicious; hell, even the smoke smelled
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Four: Magnum
The woman’s voice holds remorse so deep that it stills me momentarily; it is only when tears stream down her face, ruining her perfect make-up, that I try my hardest to squat in the tightness of my dress and hold her in my arms, for God knows what reason.A feeling I had not felt since Red Graw dances in my chest."My Su-""I am sorry for the way it ended, my dearest misunderstood crimson moon."My lips utter with a voice that comes from deep within me before a smile tilts the corners of my lips upwards.Despite the smile playing on my face, a deep heaviness feels my chest.“It shall awaken soon; find your centre, my precious blood moon; only then will you find peace.” The moment her head slumps heavily on my shoulders, the ‘enchanted’ feeling dissipates from me before I feel her stiffen in my arms."Oh...oh, you must think I am insane."She whispers through my flesh before she peals away from me, hiding the crimson covering her face.“Help me up?”She asks her chauffeur, who assists
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Three: Sun
“That’s like saying I do not care for my skin.”The girl Violet converses with responds.“I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret my words.”Christ, Violet.I almost groan, but Georgia yells a question impolitely at me."Is that a ring? Are you engaged, priestess?" Silence follows the words; even the blonde, who almost responded to Violet’s taunt, turns her attention to me.“That’s right; you said you would discuss it inside,”Rebeca chimes.Hesitation echoes within me, I thought I would be amongst friends as I open up about this tender subject, but instead, I feel as if I am-"Yes, uh...I am getting married."I announce into the silence, and gasps follow from the majority of the lips but Rebecca’s."Oh! The Lycan King was carrying a baby in his arms in the papers, perhaps a week back. Was the baby yours? I mean, you did go missing for years after the whole Red Graw saga. Did they… I mean, is that why you are being removed from the royal line."Georgia asks; her brashnes
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Two: Ease
As opposed to an elegant parlour room, Rebecca escorts us outside to a greenhouse-like place that holds numerous colourful and bright plants that add to the bright aesthetic of the party, and despite being outside, the scent of pastries and tea hang deliciously in the air.My gaze turns to the nearby pond, and it is so clear that I can see my reflection in it, but more than that, I can see the tiredness in Rebecca’s build.I guess all the Clive relatives, regardless of association, had a tough time after Magnolia’s treason.The deeper we walk into the space, the more the sound of laughter and chatter calls to us only; it is not as inviting as she had once presented during the mate ball.“About Magnolia…”I begin, but she turns so suddenly on her track that I wind up trailing my words.“Oh, we are fine. Our relation is only from the maternal side.”What the hell is that supposed to mean?Does it matter from which side your cousins hail?“Anyway, I saw today’s papers; how are you holdin
