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Orian's pov I lay on the grass with a pained sigh as a mild ache spread throughout the unhealed wounds on my back, years of unhealed wounds and scars.My arms were tucked behind my head, and I looked up at the skies, squinting at the rays that filtered through my lashes. I felt super grateful for the stop we had to make before the final lap of the journey and laying here on the grass a bit far away from the troop was a means of distraction from how Amara had betrayed me.I closed my eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm myself down and forbidding the images of her and Eric from my mind."Hey, grump." Her voice resonated to my hearing and I felt nervous as always pursing my lips so as not to say the wrong things when she spoke to me. I didn't have to open my eyes to see her. Her scent was all I could sense as I felt her looming over me and no doubt with a grin on her face.I opened my eyes feeling the tiny tingling in my heart as I beheld her big green eyes an
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Orian’s pov Her eyes widened at my threat and for the first time, she was genuinely terrified. She was usually terrified and then she got herself back up but the fear in her eyes at the moment was unmatched and I loved it."Is that clear?" I hardened my gaze glaring at her scared form and she nodded. "Words, Malyshka." I squeezed her throat slightly, "Use your words.""Yes." She nodded again without fighting me and that sheen of anger in her eyes were gone, I expected a fight. I think I broke her, she was mine to break anyway."Good girl." I cooed bringing my face down to her neck as I released it. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. My hands went to her hips gripping at them, my thumb slowly caressing the indentations of her hip dips through the material of her dress.I licked across her neck, kissing at the spot where my mark was. It hadn't fully formed since it was a half mark and I was surely an idiot for imprinting on her without knowing how the mate bond worked but I'd kn
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Orian's pov Amara had to be a harlequin or a self-employed clown. She had to be one of the funniest people I have met since I got out of prison and I do not think I would meet a funnier person till I leave the earth. She almost made me laugh as we journeyed."Grump." She called looking down at me from the horse as I strode beside her while she rode, "I am out of bread.""Okay, Gretel." I snorted, "You think we are going to find a cottage made of sweets now with a witch in it threatening to bake us for dinner?""I wouldn't mind that, I would trade you to her for a glazed doughnut." She shrugged with a mean glint in her eyes."I would let you know that I am offended that you think your husband is worth a single pastry.""I would trade you to her for nothing." She grinned as I frowned.The moonlight shining against her skin reminding me of how I came up with her nickname, Lunny Svet, my moonlight and she will remain moy malen'kiy Lunny svet, my little moonlight.I was n
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Orian's pov"Writing is therapeutic."I murmured to myself placing my fountain pen aside. I let out a breath of air as I shut my diary feeling the weight of all I had caged in being lifted now that I had them written down. It was a new diary, that I carried around no matter where I went, carefully hidden, of course. I couldn't go a day without writing in my diary. And as I grew older, I had to get more. I got this one last month and I was almost halfway through its pages, guess I always have a lot to write down. The older ones were stashed behind the shelves in my office, away from prying eyes. It would be disastrous to let someone that I didn't want get into my mind by reading my written thoughts.And now that I was done writing for the night. I needed a hot shower, a book, and sleep. Sleep which was the most important one was what I dreaded at the moment knowing how disastrous it was going to be since I didn't get the chance to sleep next to Amara today.All my nights
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Orian’s pov"You know I wished I had taken your offer on killing her the first time she hit and brutalized me and then the time she attempted to burn me in my bedroom." He laughed and turned his head to me, nervous laughter, and I sat up with a smile attempting to ease him, "The damage she did over the years could have been avoided."It was a case of someone you love hurting you like how they knew you had been hurt the most. Nexus didn't have good parents just like I did. They were present in fulfilling their duties sometimes but then they were physically abusive and used the fact that they provided for him which wasn't all the time to guilt him into not talking about their toxic parental patterns.And Ellie did the same thing. She wasn't as innocent as her name neither was she as sweet as the words came from her mouth. To the public, they seemed like a normal couple and that was my perception till he told me what was happening. She was also a vampire but wasn't one
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Amara's pov. I lay in bed for a good amount of time after I woke up. My fingers stroked my puppy while I stared at the ceiling of my actual bedroom in total confusion. I sat up, my eyes wandering around while blinking in disbelief, am I dreaming?I was in my bedroom with my puppy by my side. All events of the previous days from the disastrous ceremony with Terren to seeing Orian's true colors to our wonderful night in the forest before I blacked out suddenly seemed unreal. It all felt like a nightmare, a mere disastrous dream that was filled with the most erotic and unfortunate of events.The light streaming through the slightly parted curtains indicated that it was dawn and my eyes went to the spot on the floor where I usually dumped my dancing shoes, they were there. One was placed above the other exactly like I always kept them.I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it not wanting to wake the rest of the household or disturb them if they were already awake.
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Amara's pov. The extent to which Orian loved seclusion became clear when I realized that there were no guards around the castle or other household staff that could have stopped my escape and I had to travel till the towers of the castle were no more within my sight to reach the next point of civilization.I lifted myself from the bushes still keeping my eyes on where I presumed to be their town market or more like the city market.I think it was too big to be a city from the expanse of occupied land I could see from where I stood on the hills. I could see the market and after that, I could see houses that stretched far away beyond where my eyes could reach.I could smell vampires and demons. And from my classes on other creatures and what they smelt like, it didn't take me long to know that the other two foreign creatures I smelt were Gryphons and Gorgons and I knew they weren't in good terms with my kind.I was in the underworld, he brought me where I could be eat
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Amara's pov I should be used to it by now, his hot one moment, cold the next, attitude. His 'I am a man I can't show emotion' absorbed mentality but the hope I had that he would unlearn that narrative and grow out of it was what I remembered when the smile on his face disappeared before I could even soak at the moment.There was a familiar pant in my heart that had me clutching on harder to a now-sleeping Fiona for support and I wanted to yell at him that it wouldn't kill him to smile and show emotions.I was tired of his 'brick wall' attitude, 'I can't show my feelings' cold as ice exterior, and 'I only got me' wounded interior. It was killing him more than it' did the people around him and if he was going to accept us being soulmates, for us to be together, he had to work on it. I can't stand an emotionally unaware man and I am too soft to bear the consequences of the lack of emotional intelligence that followed and the toll it would take on him later on
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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
