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Chapter Thirty-One: Embodiment
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Two: Fragile
**"How do you think it looks?"My gaze turns to mother’s dress next to me on the bed.It was a beautiful raspberry shade that would undoubtedly match her complexion and fit the theme of the small cocktail event.Another gift from the Lycan King, even though my heart was not in the teen magazine, I made an effort to turn the page."Beautiful. You'll impress all those snooty-""Not the dress Alba; I mean my hair."My gaze lifted to hers; a yellowish wig was on her head.The colour was fine; I just hated it because it reminded me of the queen."Your hair is fine as is. But, I can style it if you want; I’ve been speaking with Ham-""I should bleach it, shouldn’t I?""Bleach, as in, alter its colour?"I knew what she meant, but I played dumb, hoping that if she repeated herself, she would notice how she sounded."As in, turn it white, Alba."She sounded unamused with my play at idiocy.With a frown, I stood from the bed, placing the magazines to the side."You mean to resemble the queen,
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Three: Clarity
My hand reaches for his that strokes my hair, swatting it out of the way at the sound of a loudly revved engine."My ride is here. You should go support your...'mate', is it?"His eyes widen before narrowing.“I do not recall using that title with you. Was it a vision or gossip?”“Does it matter? It is the title that you use.”“So, a vision? What else did you see?”The sight of a flashy yellow sports car behind the sleek black car catches my eyes from a distance, causing me to groan.The Alpha does not disappoint.For a moment, I forget the Lycan’s scent and my desire to press myself against him; all I see is the goofy man waving wildly from his very noticeable car.A smile crosses my lips, but not for long, as a familiar searing sensation roars through me, eliciting a sharp jolt between my legs. That the tea’s wetness seeping through my garments could elicit the stiffening of my nipples against the cold is unbelievable. Belatedly, I realise that all I can inhale is eucalyptus and tha
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Four: Mother's Daughter
At his direct line of questioning, everything within me stills.Again, he twists the steering wheel in hand as if wanting me to deny his question for the bit of comfort it would offer.He drives when the lights turn green, though he still looks very uncomfortable."Yes."I utter, and the car sways a little before a mutter escapes him."Good God..."He says nothing more for the next few minutes until I notice the mutters that escape him."So then his leading your search when you left the palace, and then at the ball when he left after our dance and came back disgruntled. Christ, and when he left his work to visit Chelsea, my coat on the floor…he was the one that threw it and the way he held your hand-"I say nothing to his mutters, merely letting him stew in his suspicions until one of his hands leaves the steering wheel to reach his mouth."Good God, Priestess, he is the king; he is your stepbrother! Oh, crap, Maggy!"He must mean Magnolia.He has so many reasons to oppose this."Why
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Five: For a Second
This... This isn't the position I had in mind, not that I considered my coming to his room would lead to sex. Hah... whom am I kidding: I hoped it would. Still, having his hardness pressed to my face and my core exposed to his while I lay atop him on the bed is too much. "Marko, I don't thi-...at least turn off the lights.” I plead because the urge to cover my nakedness is so overwhelming that it trembles my voice. Is this how people have sex with one whose opinion they hold above their own; they expose their most precious secrets in such a brash manner? ** Marko Turn off the lights? He played with the thought again, and while he loved the tremble of her voice so much that he considered it, he wanted to see her. To examine the pink flush of her towering core more keenly as it darkened with his attention to it. His hand parted her inner lips to give room for his tongue against her; her shudder was all he needed to bury his face deeper in her salty core. "Marko..." Her voi
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Six: Too Heavy
The blood flowing from my nose ceases when Sharon uses her regeneration abilities on me."I think reducing the dosage three days before today's ceremony was not enough.""It's just a nosebleed."I dismiss; if I say otherwise, she might discontinue the dosages before I can use the calm to set matters straight with the Lycan, judging from how she insists I miss today’s dosage."On someone whose body should be healing itself. This is not a good sign, priestess, you...are pushing too hard."My eyes roll; I wish to tell her, ‘not hard enough,’ for if I pushed myself to resist the pull hard enough, I would not be here, but I say nothing."I needed to purify what I could, the area is huge, and there is apparently a multitude coming; who wants to collapse on the news?”"You wouldn't need to work this hard if-""I said it’s fine. If anything, I feel more like myself than before."The look in her gaze tells me she does not believe me; hell, I do not believe my words.Kaisa stirs; I feel her pre
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Regal, Dignified King
Marko N"Leave, Sharon."Alba's words were instant after his question.While the room smelled heavily of her, the scent did not excite him like before, and rather than be appreciative of it, he found himself searching for his body’s reactions.Still, since when could she defy him when he was this close to her?Did the fact that she did not affect him mean that he could no longer, in turn, affect her?"Stay."He commanded Sharon, who seemed to make herself smaller in his presence."Tell me who in the hell you serve under that you would-"He began, but Alba interrupted him."Christ, Marko, I broke into her office and consumed wolfsbane; she decided to make tablets for me because I wouldn't quit.""What?"Her words angered him so much that he wanted to pin her to the wall and yell sanity into her, yet if he took things too far and held her when he could no longer blame his lust, then what did that mean for him?It was fear that made him hesitate."She was weaning me off it.""Why?"His q
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Eight: Promise
"I think my arm is broken." The emo girl said with a curse, and though I do understand she was in pain, better her hand than her foot. Thank the goddess I followed her. Being fifteen, my mother advised stopping the wolfsbane I had been taking so I could claim to shift with the rest when I turned sixteen, and while I no longer saw her death, I saw Violet’s instead. Dreams are just dreams, I uttered to myself before following the emo girl home, only to witness her getting chased by bullies, just like in my dream. Her death would have occurred if they had pushed her down the stairs, but I broke her fall, maybe sprained something, or it is that I did not stretch before running to her and pulled a muscle; either way, my dream happened. So, did that mean the dreams of my mother’s death would also occur? "I called the prince; he’ll be here soon." I say through panted breaths, still exhausted from the bullies we escaped, who chased us down for some reason as if they were committed to
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Nine: Thank the Goddess
Marko’s gaze raked the room before falling on mine.Like in the dream, I correct my posture, but this time not because of his effect on me but because I will die before I let him witness me flustered.“Good evening”He begins, and like in the dream, his gaze leaves mine the instant we hold each other’s, but not before his pupils shift between Ace’s and his; not many can notice, but the shades of silver differ.He begins his introduction with an anecdote before peppering in a few jokes about going easy on the liquor.How he can do that when anxiety fills me to the point of no conversational interest is beyond me; then again, he has been good at holding in his emotions since youth; either that, or I assume I matter more than I do to him. Finally, he ends his introduction with a soft gaze at the woman beside him, Magnolia Grace.After this, he throws empty honours to me, mentioning how proud he was of me as his stepsister before turning to face Magnolia again.I do not know why I count
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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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Sixty-Six: Disappear
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
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"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
