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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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Amara’s pov The conversation at the table continued and I blanked myself out as it didn't concern me nor would it help my current situation of being held captive. They spoke mostly in Russian while throwing in minor English words so my listening was going to result in nothing at the end.I was fine, finishing off the last bowl of walnuts and about to sip my green tea when Dean mentioned a statement with Imelda in it and he clapped Orian's back getting a smile in return.It was like I had successfully escaped from the reality that she existed and the universe decided to remind me and let me know once again that my soulmate had an interest in someone and that person wasn't me."Excuse me." I stood dragging the chair backward flinching as it screeched against the tiling, "I need to use the bathroom." I hated the uncomfortable feeling in me at the thoughts of him and Imelda. I ignored Orian's questioning eyes seeing that my mood had changed and rarely paid attention
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Amara's pov. He dropped Fiona with Grace, she had fallen asleep again and it was like she only woke up because cause she sensed him in the house. I played with the puppy Orian a bit and made sure she was okay before leaving her behind and going with Orian out of the house.We got out and he led me to the other buildings in the compound which served as houses for the orphans.As we got in through the big oak doors, I could already tell that a lot was invested to build the place. Its interior was like that of a typical manor with a huge living room that had comfy low cushions in it, because of the kids.I walked around the living room admiring the designs and the way it was arranged. There was an entrance on one end that led to a smaller room where the television was placed. I could see the toys scattered all over the place and the Television was left on, kids. And again, how did Orian get technology all the way here? The fireplace still had embers burning and ab
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Amara’s pov Orian stood at the entrance of the kitchen with a permanent lour on his face, hands folded across his chest and the sound of his feet tapping against the floorboard.We all ignored him.I don't know if he was mad that I stole the kids from him or if they stole me from him. Either way, they seemed to have forgotten about their Prince Charming and were focused on me now. They were even more excited to find out that I was a real princess.When Archibald made a ring out of a straw and slipped it on my finger right next to Orian's ring, the grump called bedtime.I bid them farewell and they made him promise that he will bring me again. It took a lot of hugs and good night kisses from me before they agreed to go to sleep and after that, we left. We went back to the main house, picked puppy Orian, and bade them farewell. Orian still hadn't said a word to me. I stroked my puppy's for as he conversed with them explaining why we couldn't stay
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Amara's pov"I am going to drop you, hard." Orian whispered, "When I do, roll dramatically like you are hurt and reach into my boots. Pull out a knife and go to the castle, through the back entrance. Don't look back and if anyone should accost you, kill them."He didn't give me time to absorb his instructions. I was released and I landed on the grass with a thud. I did as he requested, as fast as I could. I got it out, jumped to my feet, and grabbed puppy Orian before making my way toward the castle.It was going to be hard not looking back. What if they try to harm him? Who would protect him? They saw us together and they were not happy with it. They might try to kill him because it looks like he broke the blood oath and- Gosh! I couldn't stop overthinking and I fought the urge to look bad as well as I could.I went in through the back entrance and considered going around to enter the castle properly. But then, I didn't know my way around here well, and if they came with their warrio
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Amara’s pov I found my way to the ground floor and sniffed the air trying to catch traces of his scent that would lead me to him. It was easy as his scent was stronger at the base of the step, I followed it going in the direction of anywhere I could smell him stronger and soon I heard voices coming from a room.I braced myself up and tiptoed to what I guessed was the drawing room. It was where the voices sounded from and the lights in the room were on. I fell to my knees and crawled quietly near the entrance to hear what they were saying."Nyx is back on her feet, I heard." I tried to move closer when the woman with them spoke about my mother, "Apparently, they know now that she isn't truly dead." They were talking about me."What are you going to do about it Orian?" It was Japheth that spoke and I listened intently, my heart beating waiting for his answer. "Watch them go on a wild goose chase." He replied, "Tiring out their warriors, trying to fight off the Lycans that blame t
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Orian's pov I pulled the covers on her, withdrawing a bit as she stirred and placed her arm under her chin. When she settled again, I reached out my hand, threading my fingers through her silky blonde locks, and began to stroke her hair, a small smile forming on my lips when she leaned into my giving me more way to the full length of her hair and I took advantage of it, running my fingers through her hair as it flowed down her back.I got bolder when she let out a low moan, my fingers traveling from her hair to her face. Grazing across her forehead and brows. I trailed the bridge of her nose and sampled the softness of her cheeks before running my thumb across her jaw.My fingers creeped her lips, tracing the seam of the soft rosy flesh imagining how sublime it would be if I was to lean in and kiss her. I brought my thumb to the small part between the lips pushing in slightly and she moved to capture my thumb in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it.What is she dre
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Orian’s pov The scent of her arousal was too good, if I could bottle it up and breathe it instead of air, I would.She was so damned soaked and I avoided the entrance to her cunt just keeping my finger's between her lips and avoiding her clit. I rubbed against it faster and faster determined to make her squirt. I watched as her breathing increased and she was bucking hard against the bed till she whimpered and I felt warm fluid gush out, hitting my jaw spreading to my face.I lifted my head and positioned my face right above her cunt, unashamedly welcoming the hot liquid as she sprayed it on me. I mewled as she drenched me with it and she let out tiny moans at the euphoric high she was on.I leaned back when she was done withdrawing my hands, her squirt covering my face and dripping down it to my clothes reminding me that I had just pleased her in her sleep and I think we both thoroughly enjoyed it. My cock strained hard against my pants, blood
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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
