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Amara's pov The smile I had on my face the next morning was wiped off when I felt a familiar hand on my belly, fingers splaying possessively around my skin and the bed being cramped by the presence of the huge man deep in slumber behind me.I groaned.Orian lacked the understanding of the words, "I need space" and it was evident.The previous evening after our little make-out session and quarrels in the foyer before he got on his knees to confess his crush, he had come up to my room claiming that he wanted to talk things out and pleading with me to hear him out.I had thought about hearing him out but his phone and I opened the door, stepping out with my arms crossed over my chest and my face morphing into an annoyed expression. His phone rang at that moment, the caller ID displaying that it was Imelda and so I had to kick him out and told him I needed space.I guess I wasn't clear enough for he was here now, snuggling in bed with me molding me against his wa
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Amara's povHow long are you planning on ignoring him? Cora moaned weakly as I wiped the tear that slid down my cheek from incessant sobbing, I need to see my mate, our mate.A mate that doesn't care about us? I groaned pushing away the little voice that whispered at me to trust him just this once, He is going to do worse if we give in.It's been days! Why are you so stubborn and hell-bent on punishing us? She cried and my eyes went to the trash can in the room that was stuffed with the bouquet of roses and gifts that he sent up, Hear him out.I had nothing to say to her.How many more times am I going to hear him out? And will I get back with him while he still plots to hurt my family? Were we ever together officially? We just had a forced marriage and there is no way we could avoid each other from the very beginning. How am I even sure that he is ready to seek the truth? If only I could remember every detail of Helena's betrayal, I would have told him, and what if he doesn't believe
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Amara's pov I didn't know which I was more terrified from. The gazes from Imelda and Hector burning holes through my soul or my soulmate renouncing me once again even after making a promise to be better for me.My eyes were fixated between Orian and I with my heart drumming frantically in its encase.I watched as his hands on my waist slowly left and my heart dropped instantly. He was surely going to deny us again, I didn't look at his face for the fear of seeing an emotion of betrayal that I didn't want to find in his eyes. I looked at Hector and Imelda instead, angry expressions etched on their faces with Imelda's being that of jealousy and Hector's simply spelling murder.Leave, Cora croaked fearing rejection just like I did, leave, just leave before he utters his words and breaks our hearts.I could feel the tension simmering in the air between us all and then I gazed back down to see Orian's hands by his side with his fists twisting nervously probably think
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Amara's pov"I think you were a bit overdramatic appearing with a mask over your face the night you took me." I traced my finger over his jawline and his arm tightened around me when the carriage bumped against stones on the way.I much loved the silence we shared as we left but as usual, I broke it, seeking his attention and he had no choice but to pull me onto his lap as I played with his face and hair."You were seeing me with a scar for the first time, didn't want to make you disgusted." He blushed looking away and not meeting my gaze anymore, he feels bad about his scar?So he cared about my feelings even then? And cared what I thought about his appearance? I smiled running my finger over the scar, marveling at it as I traced it from his jaw and up to his forehead where it started, "I love it, it's sexy." He took the hand I had on his face, held it in his fingers, and brought it up to his lips. He kissed my knuckles with a smile and I shivered at the contact, gasping as the spa
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Amara’s povMy core tightened at his words and tears spilled from the corner of my eyes as the pleasure became heightened. My nipples hardened beneath my dress, painfully straining against the fabric aching to be touched, for his mouth to suckle on them and make my toes curl, I wanted his mouth rolling against my buds wetting them, "He Could hear us." I was referring to the coachman as I writhed beneath Orian's hold while he toyed with my clit with careless harsh strokes."Too bad I am not done with you yet." His gaze hardened as he continued his wicked assault with his fingers, "You crossed the line today Amara, Eric again uhm?""I am sorry." My chest heaved, sweat running down my chest as he flicked my gown up and smacked his palm on my pussy making me squeal and jump, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to.""Those pretty red lips didn't sound so sorry a while ago brat!" He smacked my pussy again and I groaned, "Maybe I should put them to better use, hmm?" His eyes blazed with a new ang
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I am back! Been sick and my eyes were in a terrible state.Forgive me🥹 here's an update. Amara's povAm I falling in love with my father's enemy or am I going crazy? Plus he kidnapped me! He's my captor!I took in deep breaths staring at the mirror before me, my cheeks still flushed pink from Orian catching me too many times gazing at him, my hair ruffled from my running my hands through it and my lips twisted to keep me from screaming.It wasn't like it was inevitable because he is my soulmate. The way he made my heart skip beats, my skin tingling when he grazed it with the mere pad of his finger, his scent driving me crazy, his eyes drawing me to be lost in them severally and me just wanting to be around him was enough to call it falling in love.And if I wasn't careful, I'd be in love soon enough but I didn't fear that, I only feared him not loving me back.I had always noticed the littlest things about Orian from the crease between his brows when he thought to the way his fing
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Amara’s pov I was back in my room after getting myself together in the kitchen. I couldn't go to sleep even if I tried knowing that Orian was somewhere out there thinking he was ugly and him being saddened by whatever Hector meant by lemons.I took a quick shower, pulled on a nightgown, and got out of my room to find him. The lights in the hallways were dimmed with the moonlight shining through the windows guiding me.I didn't know where to look for him and so I stood at the beginning of the stairs that led to his side of the castle.Don't go there, My attempt to talk myself out of it failed and I placed one foot on the step. I was about to ascend with the other when grunts and heavy breathing sounded. My ears picked up the sound and I followed, it me away from the stairs that led to his side and down the stairs that led to the ground floor.I followed the noises, picking up Orian's scent as I did and soon I found myself before a door. His scent smelled stronger and his
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Trigger warning: rape recall/PTSDAmara's povAnxiety, arousal and fear, I felt all three. I was anxious knowing what was about to happen next and it was inevitable with the way he gleamed at me with crazed lust and his cock pushing at my center through the fabric of his pants.He made me know that he wanted me and that he was going to have me.I was aroused, my scent permeating the air with Orian unconsciously sniffing to get whiffs of it. Wetness pooled between my thighs and the urge to squeeze them together came but he was on me forcing my legs apart and nestling his hard cock between them while he rocked against me toturing me with his slow moves.I was filled with fear, scared cause I wasn't sure if I was ready and if I really wanted this at the moment.He brought his head to my neck, releasing his hand on my mouth and brought it to my chest. His palm rubbed against my boob before he palmed it, kneading softly eliciting gasps from me and his other hand rubbed circles on the bare
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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
