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Chapter One-Twelve: Princess
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Thirteen: Deviant
The streetlights make him resemble an angel, for it gives him a sort of halo that strains my vision.His approach to me is quick, I do not even have the chance to reel away from him, not that I can anymore, I cannot feel my limbs.“Let’s go before the police come, my darling.”He utters as he stretches his hand towards me.I can’t reach it; I do not even wish to close my eyes for fear that everything will fade to black.Why can’t I sense Kaisa?A frown forms on his face at my lack of response to his gesture.“Those animals…they drugged my beloved.”He mutters as he lowers to one knee, and where I expect him to lift me, he only reaches for my cheeks, tugs my face to his and plants a forced kiss that I can neither fight nor reciprocate due to the muscle relaxers in the tranquiliser.I nearly hurl when his tongue slides inside my mouth; the repulsion is something I have never felt before, yet the nauseating sensation swirling within me continues to grow.Is it because of the bond that I
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fourteen: After
Marko. "Why?" He asked the question again, leaning against the musky metal bars; he knew the answer but asked it anyway. She didn't answer; he did not expect her to, hell even his question was rhetorical. The dungeons smelled like moss and stagnant water, but her blood from interrogations was the most pungent of scents. Everything was over for her; she had lost her honour and title now that she had been marked a national traitor, and while her father, Elder Clive, fled the country at the sight of the leaked CCTV footage of the accident, she had remained broken at the site. The marks on her body were not because she did not collaborate; she had spilt every treasonous secret, even the fact that her father was the one to orchestrate the temple car crash. The marks on her flesh were his frustrations; he would have killed her if it were not for Rhett. Hell, he would have killed her if he were not certain Alba was alive due to their bond. He could still do it now; there was none but
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Fifteen: Eating
Camille's gaze meets mine as she cleans the blood on the inner portion of my forearm—my blood, to be precise.This is yet another of her ‘samples’. I do not know where she takes them; she must have at least two litres in stock by now."Do you not want to know where I take your blood?"As if reading my mind, she asks.I don't answer; I find conversations proceed simply if I keep quiet."Yo-your blood keeps girls and boys below seventeen healthy. It cures the disease-riddled, especially those around the quarries. One drop and-""If it cures, why does it burn your alpha?"“He will be your alpha too.”She adds, but when she gets no reaction from me, she clears her throat and continues."It burns every unmated wolf because the Lycan’s mark imprinted on you; you changed some of its components. So now it can only aid the immature, but they are our future, so I cannot discriminate.""I wonder how that will change as you continue injecting the wolfsbane.""I… must."Of course, she must; Jax is
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixteen: After All
On instinct, my face turns away from Alpha Jax’s hand, but he remains persistent, a little too so, that his free hand grabs a fist full of my hair to still my movements.“Open it before I request the tube we used yesterday.”I would rather have him use the tube.I would rather he knows how much I cannot stand his presence.My mouth remains shut, so his hand leaves my hair and cups my cheek.His thumb presses the space between my upper and lower teeth, forcing a small hollowness to form that he uses to shove the gross salty mixture in my mouth.“Chew and swallow, or so help me God-!”He utters while his hand remains on my mouth, pressing it shut so I do not spit it out.Alpha Jax looks wholly unfamiliar.While a part of me wants to talk to him and form a rapport, perhaps act as he wants me to so that he goes easy on me, another wants to defy his every whim regardless of the cost.He needs me alive; he will not kill me-Right…the fat little thing inside me may not survive any blows he o
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Seventeen: And I
He is beautiful.The kind of beauty you only see on social media photos that have been augmented several times.His little eyes are shut, but his chest rises and falls with such a rhythm that lulls me to calmness.I love the white of his lashes and hair; they add an etherealness to him that, sadly, is too familiar with Marko.If I do decide to keep him, I would have to go quite far so that they never meet.My nose moves to his chest before his little arms stretch, pushing me slightly off his frame, and the breathing resumes.It had been two days since Kaisa had mentioned Marko was close; perhaps I got my hopes too high up in expecting him to be here in haste.Still, I find solace in this space that she pulls me to.Simply watching ‘ugly’ perform the most mundane of tasks clumsily takes away any anxiety staking its claim on me.Even now, I cannot feel the pain that thumps through my jaw, arm or cheek present while I am awake.The removal of the mark is taking longer than the Alpha of R
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Eighteen: Darkness
My body prowls low on the ground, I say mine, but truthfully it does not feel like my own. There is a slight pain in my joints that one typically associates with old age, a whiteness on my fur, and warmth on my paws. I am in the forest, whereas seconds ago, I was in a car. The body holds memories I cannot account for. I have never been in a body that was not my own or Markos, yet as if I am seeing the future; I have no control over this as well. A low growl startles the body to hyper-alertness, causing its vision to spin from corner to corner until, finally, two wolves reveal themselves. Ketrian warriors. The body realises with dread that creeps in. ‘Where is the Queen?’ One of them, the grey one, asks while the other snarls with open hostility. The body snarls back; something in it does not or rather cannot answer. I feel their sense of loyalty towards their pack and alpha, even if they do not understand the fullness of the actions they commit. ‘We need her more; we are losin
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Nineteen: My Moon
Marko’s harsh landing on the car’s engine caused the hood to cave in, halting the car instantly. A mistake, he realised belatedly when the car’s contents, Alba included, rocked forward due to inertia, but something held her back.Relief filled him at that ‘something’, even though it did not save the driver as an airbag popped, bending his neck quite awkwardly.He didn’t care.The car was inches from flying off the cliff; if the crash hadn’t killed him, he would have done it personally.For a moment, he let the night wash over him as her scent filled the air.He could smell the pharmaceutics lacing her blood, but through his bond, her aliveness pulsated.He had finally found his heart after days of fighting, days of killing, days of reeking, nothing but blood that did not belong to him.His hands reached for the car’s roof, prying it open as one would the lid of a can.Her pulse was the first thing he reached for, but her neck was bandaged with a few bruises scouring her cheek, eyes an
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Twenty: Undeserving
Marko’s gaze turned left to right before confirming that the question was meant for him. “They-” He began, confused by the sense of authority she held over him. “They are not your people! Red Graw is not where you belong!” He uttered. Had his mark been replaced? Had he failed to catch her in the nick of time that she would refer to them as ‘her’ people? “Not where I belong.” She repeated with a light laugh that seemed to echo in the open space. “A thousand lifetimes, and my moon has still not learned to love or control his temper.” Her words filled him with a sense of melancholy that he could not place. “Every wolf kind is my own.” She uttered before stretching her hand, palm upwards. A light shot from her palm that pierced the smoke clouds filling the sky. Within seconds, the light widened, covering everything before it vanished, and the sky remained clear for a few moments before dark clouds followed at high momentum. The glowing Alba stepped down from the podium with r
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