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Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Regal, Dignified King
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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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty: Nightmares
"I'm pregnant! Alba, you'll have a little brother or sister. Aren't you happy?"The sink of my stomach was too visceral to ignore.How was she overjoyed when I felt close enough to throw up my heart?"But...you aren't allowed to have children with the King?"I asked with a shaky smile on my face.Her heightened sensitivity terrified me. So, I grew accustomed to making my gestures as friendly as possible; otherwise, she would overread them and take offence from them.How could she utter such news as if it were good?The only reason they permitted her to be his second wife was on the basis that she wouldn't disturb the succession by having a child with the king.A child between his majesty and his mate might create a division in the council, and worse, what if Marko refuses to associate with me? Then...what of our promise?"His majesty said he'd handle it. He was happy about it; you know.”She said as she placed my brush with strands of her hair on my vanity table.She behaved as if we
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-One: Good
"You...came? You came! "Beatrice's hand flew to her mouth in joyful shock as we exited the vehicle we came in; it was as if I had saved her from something.The cars out front and her expensive-looking peach bouffant gown hinted at a party—a party we were not invited to.The alpha and I remained dressed in travel sweats, at this rate is it not safe to assume I was preferred underdressed?“Are we interrupting something?”Alpha Rhett asks, taking the words from my mouth.A shadow of guilt crosses her face before she looks away.“I- am sorry. Can I explain later?”The alpha turns to me, and I shrug, giving him the right to the final decision.We cannot go back; rather, I do not wish to go back, so the other alternative would be getting a hotel room where we risk media attention; in other words, we are stuck here.The alpha nods in understanding and then takes my hand as if I am a child, this warrants a look from Beatrice, but she says nothing.“Let me guide you to the event.”She offers
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Two: Tasted
“Leave? You are leaving Ketria?” I ask, trying my best to understand the magnitude of her situation. “Yes, father keeps sending men to harass George. Our love cannot survive here, so we leave at midnight to begin anew amongst humans; this was father’s last chance.” Does she realise she is abandoning everything for some fleeting and stupid bond that can be broken should they try? “I had communicated with a reporter friend of mine to camp at Midland and await a miracle, but that you came before I even left is…such a relief.” Her face scrunches as a tear trickles down her cheek. “Now I can beg you, on my knees if you would like, and offer any compensation you desire for dragging you into this.” She finishes, and her entire body remains trembling as if her desperation is something only I can resolve. Her father was careless with his words in using the phrase ‘miracle as dowery’ because this will give her case a chance when her father eventually drags her back to the council for the
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Three: Misery
Marko ‘…You still have them, do you not? Have you tasted them in my absence? Perhaps pressed them to your nose to see if my trace remains on the ones you used on me.’Alba’s words still rang in his mind despite her already having ended the call.That he had smelled every one of the devices made it harder to keep his composure. Even with the gala’s chatter, all he longed to do was dash to her room and press his nose to her sheets, like he had the instant he heard of her departure; none of the toys held as much of her scent as her beddings.'Your majesty'He recalled her address of him, and a frown found his lips; he hated the title upon her lips; he would rather hear her say his name, moan it in the breathy ways she did as the flush of her skin screamed her arousal.But he no longer held the right to witness such a godly sight.“There you are.”Magnolia’s voice found him on the balcony; her gaze travelled down his pants, and a smile crossed her face.“Are you…”She teased as she trace
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-four: Everything
‘I do not know how I will repay you, Alba. I pray you find love and good fortune.’Beatrice had uttered those words and then slipped her address between my fingers before she left with her mate.‘Love’Again, that word haunts me today; while I understand its warmth and softness, I cannot envision it offered to me romantically by anyone.I wonder what such security in one resembles that they can utter the words ‘I love you’ to another. If I speak those words to Marko and mean them, I am confident he will kill me with that ‘love’.Not that I feel that way towards him; I hold my heart too close to let it stray to that degree. If not for the bond, I probably would not stomach being in the same room as him.But now that it is there, I yearn for his touch even when he disappoints me.Still, all that is about to end now: I should be overjoyed, yet…my heart does not move."I told you what would happen, Alba, but you-"Alpha Rhett grumbles, then sighs into his hands before continuing to nag.I
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Forty-Five: Good Boy
“I feel like I ask you this each time I lay my eyes on you, but have you lost your mind?” Marko’s voice booms at the entrance as soon as I arrive. I am certain he would not have yelled if I had walked in with his father, but the old Lycan went to city hall on account of my request. “Is that how you welcome one from a long trip?” I ask as I try my best to hide the anger clawing at me, it will do us both no good if we charge at each other this publicly. “We have to attend a press conference in your name tomorrow, again, Alba. Again, I must compensate for your carelessness.” He growls the latter portion of his statement as he nears me. His hands reach for my shoulder, but he balls them into fists before he touches me, aware that it would lead to more, more he could no longer afford. After a moment of visible hesitation, he clears his throat and waits for my response. “Then, I will see you tomorrow, right?” I ask, and his confused frown meets my gaze. It is not the response he e
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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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Bonus #7: Less Than an Eternity
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.
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Bonus #6: Complicated
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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Bonus #5: Flair
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
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
