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Amara's povAmara, never wake up in the middle of a bullet extract, This should have been a rule amongst other rules and I would have gladly followed this one.It was painful as hell waking up to see tweezers being poked in me. The drink with ice cubes was supposed to induce a partial coma till the procedure was over but the effect happened to wear off after some time which led to me experiencing a very traumatic moment and I passed out after it. The healer had explained that I had a very high fever while out for those days and it wasn't safe to get them extracted and they had to wait till the fever abated. I twisted to the other side of the bed after I finished healing up my wounds and listening to Cora talk my head off about how I landed us into this mess.My eyes trailed to the man before me.Orian.He was seated on a chair that faced one of the windows in the room, his back turned to me.He was still dressed in his attire from earlier today although I couldn't
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Amara's povRule number whatever Do not cross Orian nor should you be found in inappropriate positions with him."You are wet." I didn't know my toes could be curled when in a kneeling position but they did, they betrayed me. Just hearing his voice, those three words escaping his lips and I was about to hold onto his lap for support but that would have been highly inappropriate, "Get up!"I looked up at him, my green eyes holding his piercing gaze, those silver eyes showing nothing but irritation and I wondered what he thought of our present situation. Before I had the chance to get up from the bed earlier, I had smelt him approaching the suite and I knew I was in deep shit.It was 8:00 pm and he had arrived exactly at that moment. I had practically leaped towards the bathroom and had a very rushed bath.It is not classified as a bath Amara, it's a stay under the shower for a second and hop out the next kinda thing, Cora had a very good point.I scurried out of the bathro
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Amara's povI was in what seemed to be the longest and most quiet elevator ride in the world and to worsen it all, I was stuck with the grumpiest person to ever grace the surface of the earth.A tough situation.I had three bothersome things to do. Well, they weren't bothersome to me but they will be to him.Firstly, I wanted to move closer to him and tuck that stray black strand in place. Secondly, I wanted to break the silence and ask if a gypsy had ever read his palm and then, I wanted to grab a hold of his cane and examine it.Do not bother the grump, Cora snickered and I had to resist the urge to laugh.I had my lips pressed together with my fingers running through my hair. It was my way to keep back the many questions I had to ask him.I leaned against the elevator wall and watched him.He wasn't positioned against the wall like I was.Instead, he stood upright.One hand holding the cane, his fingers twirling on the eagle head, the other hand fiddled in his coat pocket and produ
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Amara's pov I was still tongue-tied as the ride went on while sneaking glances at Orian who never once glimpsed in my direction and I was very much convinced that he saw me as nothing but a mere irritating responsibility.We bore the ride in silence and if not for the partition separating us from the front compartment I would have reached forward to put on some music. My derriere had the chance on being on display but it would have been worth the risk, I hated silence.I looked at him again.His head was bent over peering at his phone screen as he tapped away at it. His other hand still held his cane and images of what had happened in the elevator flashed through my head. I suddenly grew hot remembering how his hand had grasped my waist, the other hand tilted my neck as he feasted on my blood.I swallowed remembering how I had felt. I squeezed my eyes shut, tucked the fabric of my dress between my legs, and squeezed them together willing myself not to get aroused.
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Amara's povI couldn't measure up to her or the hooker he had been with at the alley. I had small breasts, a round stomach, and hips with very, very prominent hip dips.In other words, a bad figure.I looked back at her and she was leaning into him, her hand was on his arm, a smile was still on her face even though he hadn't returned it and their interaction looked like they were familiar with each other. It was like I wasn't even there. Jealousy brewed in my stomach as she leaned closer and I wanted to retch all over the place. It wasn't like I had some claim on him or he was mine and he preferred busty brunettes over silly-looking pale-skinned blondes and to worsen it all, they interacted in Russian and I felt dumb. He seemed to know Russians everywhere he went.After what felt like forever, she went off leaving both of us alone and I heaved a sigh of relief, "Did you know I am a Princess?" I don't know why that came out of my mouth but I needed to say something to get rid of the ac
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Amara's pov"I want to see your wings again, I think I like them." He huffed at my words and laid me on the bed. A satisfactory moan escaped my lips when my back met with the soft bed coverings and I snuggled in for more warmth, "Pweetty pweease..." He frowned at my pout and I couldn't resist the urge to take my fingers to his face, my thumb soothed the furrow on his forehead and it was his turn to sigh."You are drunk." He moved my legs and I felt his hands on my feet pulling at the shoes, "I said you couldn't have any.""Tipsy, the word is tipsy." I raised myself a little with my elbows resting on the bed, acting as support. I wasn't drunk, I was just slightly inebriated and I could still function quite well, "Tell me more about yourself...""I hate being stabbed with a fork on a first date."Date?? So it was a date?? I was very sure my mouth was slightly ajar and again I was stunned as I stared at him trying to process his words and he held his famous grimly expression like he hadn
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Amara's pov"Nope! Not the same person." Rose shook her head and I managed to raise a brow at her while spinning across the bedroom doing my last dance lap, "The only similarities they have are the same eyes, same statue and they both call you by your middle name which they found out about in different ways.""Hmm." I did a couple of final spins and then my feet dropped shortly after the piano music from my phone came to a halt, "You have a point." My feet ached as I walked to the coffee table to grab my water bottle. I popped up the covering and instantly took big gulps, I could feel my chest heaving due to how out of breath I was as I drank. Rose and I were unraveling the mysteries behind my stalker and Mr grump. I told her everything that had happened since my sixteenth birthday.She freaked out and almost dialed my parents and I had to tackle her to the ground and fling her phone across the room, "You are okay living with a man watching and threatening you? Who do y
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Amara's povHe is outside! He came to see me! I clamped my palm over my mouth to depress an excited yell which threatened to escape when my eyes ran through the contents of the text."I am gonna lick your pussy and make you cum." Terren's muffled voice interrupted my glee and I threw an annoyed glance at his sleeping form, "Like a creamy fountain." I was close to grabbing one of my pillows and turning him over so I can suffocate him with it but I couldn't risk starting a war between our kingdoms and so I picked the easiest option. I got out of bed to text Orian back.Where exactly are you? I texted back while shuffling around for my flip-flops, the same pair he got me. I had grown attached to them.Your balcony, come out, My heart stopped for a bit and I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen. I had a lot of questions and my thoughts were running wild again, how did he know my room had a balcony and how did he get there?Ask nicely, I sent it while looking at myself in the mirror wo
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Orian's pov"Your majesty." A hand shook my shoulder with much force as the voice called out and I jerked raising my head to see Emery standing before me with a look of worry in her eyes, "Ah, I was worried when you weren't replying for a while...""Emery." I got up from the floor and brushed my hands on my pants, "Is Amara well? Is she alright?"She gave me a sad look and took in a deep sigh before taking the seat next to us. Her hands cradled her head as she looked like she was in deep thought, "You should never have brought her here, your majesty.""You think I do not know that ma?" I whispered sitting next to her expecting the worst with the emotions she relayed, "Please tell me my wife is well?"She turned her head looking at me with her eyes glossy with tears and I blinked keeping mine back bracing myself for what was to come, "It worked." As I heard those two words, relief that I had never known washed through me and I let out a great sigh Falling back agai
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Orian's pov There was an unwavering eerie feeling that settled within me the moment I entered Avalon, this hunch was something I could say emanated from the air of gloom settling above the kingdom ridding it of its light just as it had rid me of the glee I felt when I was on my way here.Something was wrong.I just knew it.And I had begun to imagine that the message Nexus had passed across about me returning home soon had very little thing to do with Amara and my family missing me and everything to do with a tragedy that I couldn't quite figure out what it could be. I didn't give much thought to it, I clutched onto my bag, and my other hand held another package that bore gifts for Amara.I couldn't go on a journey without picking up everything that I saw would fit her and as I walked my way towards the castle, I focused on the glee of my journey being successful and not on the in-depth feeling of dread settling in my belly. The journey had
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Amara's pov I remember everything.These words rang through my brain as I snapped my eyes open, willing myself to pull away from the terrifying nightmare that had me in its claws pining me away from reality.I lifted myself from the bed, sitting upright with my fingers holding at my throat as I tried to steady my breathing and I instantly noticed that I was alone.Orian wasn't beside me.I tried to call out his name but my voice felt hoarse and I was too weakened from the aftermath of the dream to muster the strength to call out for him knowing that he'd be around somewhere.I instinctively reached for the bottle of water by the bedside and grabbed at it, popping open the cover before turning it over and taking big terrifying gulps to soothe the thirst in my throat after that, I got to the strawberries, eating them greedily with my heart warming at how thoughtful Orian was to place them there for me and as I sat there eating, I remembered it all, my dream, my forgotten reality.
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Orian's povI had the loveliest of dreams.One in which Amara loved me and I let her love me.I didn't want to force my eyes open as I was enwrapped in the blissful reverie of the dream, the state in which I was presently was one of unattained bliss as the images of what had happened tainted my memories.I moved against the bed, my hand reaching out instinctively to draw the person next to me closer, and as bare skin met soft bare skin igniting a fire of remembrance against us, I noticed that I was naked, we were naked with what felt like a single blanket covering us up.I opened my eyes to look down so as I confirm what I felt and it was true.We were bare, entangled together within the sheets and the most beautiful and most noticeable contrast that I had ever seen came to play before my eyes. Amara's skin, so translucent and ever appealing was illuminated by the glow of the moonlight reminding me of why I had picked her nickname for her, lunny svet.moy malen'kiy
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Amara's pov Growing up, I had often wondered how my first kiss would be. My imagination ran wild at creating the perfect scenarios. Would it be when my partner and I were running in the rain and he would turn to sneak a quick one leaving me in pleasurable surprise or would it be at a park? Running in the fields gasping with exhaustion and he seals his lips to mine while laying me against the soft grass?All these scenarios filled my daydreams and even when I met Grump and confirmed we were soulmates, his face filled my dreams leaving me wondering what our first kiss would be like and when it would be.I have had many imaginations but nothing beats what was going on right now and nothing ever will. What transpired at the moment had fulfilled my fairy tale need for a perfect first kiss and it had me curling my toes with my eyes shut and my fingers gripping at the fabric of his coat when I wanted badly to slip them around his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kis
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Orian's povDear Diary, I am 30 today.30 years of my miserable existence.What's the essence of birthdays if my mother always cursed the day I was born and the people around me perceived me as insufferable?I feel as gloomy as ever, it isn't any different from the rest as I am reminded of all the tragic incidents that happened after my 5th birthday which started with losing snow and I still blame myself no matter how much Amara tells me that it was never my fault.I wonder what will happen today? What tragic thing fate has in store for me. Would I finally die or I would lose the woman that I hold close to my heart?I didn't tell her that it was my birthday today.She would get excited not knowing how much I hated birthdays and then she would get disappointed when she found out that this was the unluckiest day in my life and I feared that she might be affected.I might understand why my mother cursed the day I was born frequently, even if Amara has told me a lot that none of it that
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Amara's pov There was happiness before me because of the festival but only terror filled my heart as I rubbed my fingers against my chest trying to be rid of the terrible feeling lodged in me which was caused by the nightmares I had recently.Orian's PTSD had gotten worse these days, after finding him on the day he had sneaked off claiming he was alright. He had frequent nightmares and flashbacks that had him ending up in terrible states which resulted in him shying away from me most of the time.I felt like a failure in these moments, At first mating with him hadn't improved his scars or health which he badly wanted gone. The curse was still somewhat effective and my doing my best in trying to help him in matters related to trauma hadn't done much.I reached my hand up to my neck, my fingers clutching at the necklace I wore now which was a gift from Penelope, Akanther's widow and just then, she just then she looked in my direction smiling at me and waving for
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Orian's pov A groan passed my lips as I bent over a seat to rest on it. My hand instinctively went to my face cradling my dressed wound which had begun to ache immediately after I sat.We had started the preparations for the festival and my gaze went to where Amara stood with the rest of the team as she discussed with them with her hands tucked in her pockets and her loose ponytail falling down her back. I didn't have the chance to fix it properly after our raunchy explorations in the library moments ago and just then she looked behind her, her green eyes meeting mine and cheeks reddening, no doubt she had remembered exactly the scenes I was replaying in my head with her back pressed against the shelves and legs hooked around my waist while I drove into her warm heat.I swallowed shaking my head and willing the thoughts away before I got a hard-on in public which would lead to me stealing her away again despite the ache in my wound and the many things we had to
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Amara’s pov"How did you meet Akanther?""At a club." He replied threading his fingers in mine, "I used to go there to clean the shoes of the men, they paid pretty well and he was impressed by me the first time I cleaned his. He got me food and was perplexed when I ran home with it instead of eating it right there as he saw I looked famished. I had to share it with my sister and she told me about how we shouldn't trust him thinking he could be like our parents.""She cared about you Orian. I am glad you both had each other during those times.""I never saw Akanther again after that year but I met him a few times before he traveled back and the next time I saw him again was when I turned thirteen and Imelda was sick then. I talked to him and he mentioned taking me along with him back to his kingdom because he had taken a liking to me, it was an offer I gladly accepted on the condition that I bring Imelda along and he agreed. We were to leave that same night and I got home quickly to ge
