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Cursed to be my Mate You told them?!
~ Rhys ~Damn, did it feel good to be in the comforts of luxury again? Although his bath had been interrupted by Amira and the questions, she didn’t get answers to. He felt no guilt for not telling her the reasoning behind the elder’s authority. Even Nisha’s silence was not enough to deter him. In fact, it reminded him of having Demon in his mind. He would only growl and make his emotions apparent. Sometimes, if they were strong emotions, then he could hear some of his thoughts; otherwise, it was quiet. Much like now, though, he knew Nisha had a lot to say like Amira, making him more aware of Amira and Nisha’s similarities. Now dressed in the nightgown the maid gave him, he stared outside the bay windows, cradling a glass of whiskey. Yep, he managed to procure a bottle he’d hidden in the room previously. While lost in thought about the elders and the annoying power they had held over him until now, his head whipped to the side, hearing multiple footsteps approaching the door. The d
Cursed to be my Mate Ol' Golden Boy
~ Rhys ~By the time Amira returned, dressed in a white shirt and breeches, the trio were sitting at the light pink sofa and armchairs, a drink in their hands. Baltir and Bash were still tense around Rhys, observing him and wondering if he really was the Alpha King. But they were more interested in getting some alcohol in their system first so they could handle the conversation they were going to have.It really wasn't that hard to understand, but Rhys and Amira were now somewhat used to it.Amira grabbed Rhys’ glass and tossed the whiskey back, gulping it down like water. Baltir and Bash watched her, a little fixated now that they were up to speed with everything. Their expressions were easy to read. They were adjusting to calling the Alpha King Amira and vice versa.Amira handed the empty glass to Rhys and plopped down in the open spot beside Rhys on the sofa. The Beta was in one armchair and Bash in another, watching them.“Thanks," Rhys grumbled, glaring at Amira. "Care to pour me
Cursed to be my Mate Targeted
~ Amira ~It was strange having two others now aware of the secret Amira and Rhys only just wrapped their heads around. Simultaneously, it was nice at the same time. Around Baltir and Bash, Amira didn’t need to be overly conscious about how she acted unless she was in front of other courtiers.After a few weeks in Rhys’ body, though, she’d already done well acting as the king. It was quite easy. She was a leader herself, so ordering people to do stuff came naturally to her, especially with the Alpha blood in her system. But it was also nice to speak to someone else who wasn’t the irritating king. Now that Baltir was aware of who Amira really was, he started to act a little differently with her. He was definitely more formal. It had only been half a day since she went to meetings, and in the short spare time they had, Amira noted his slightly different behaviour. She asked him about it, and his response was that she was Alpha King Rhys’ mate, the future Luna. He couldn’t act so casual
Cursed to be my Mate Shrouded in Darkness
~ Rhys ~Watching himself hunched over scrolls and books in the private section of the library meant only for royals was quite a sight to see. At times, it was like an out-of-body experience, but Amira’s habits and behaviours would snap Rhys out of his thought process. It was odd seeing his body act so casually whilst dressed so well. He’d repeatedly scolded Amira about her posture and how she acted. Most of the time, she was fine in front of others, but now they were alone, her usual habits returned. She acted as though his body was just as flexible as hers. And Goddess, please help him; Amira's body was fricken flexible. Amira currently sat, one leg folded beneath her ass- somehow that was comfortable- whilst the other was spread wide. Earlier, she’d been propped up, balancing on her feet on the chair, hugging her knees as she read over parchments and listened to him tell her crucial information that would help her while she acted as the king. That was the reason they were in ther
Cursed to be my Mate Dark Memories
The sound of flesh ripping and wolves yelping and growling echoed throughout the grounds of the Desai estate. Carried in the arms of her Nanny, Amira’s tiny arms tightened around her neck as she watched the mansion go up in flames. Her heart thumped like a war drum, her eyes scanning the grounds for her father. It was chaotic, and the nightmare gripped Amira until the usual scenes unfolded. “It’s been a while since I last had this dream,” Amira murmured, watching everything from afar as though she were a phantom watching from the side to see her younger self wrestle with her emotions. Nothing could be done. She could not go back into the past and correct any of it. She was too young to fight anyone, yet she punished herself from these days onwards and vowed she would get revenge. “Nanny!” Young Amira screamed, her eyes widening at the approaching werewolf who hadn’t transformed. She doesn’t remember his face. It is blurred, a phantom of her imagination now. Still, he slices her Nan
Cursed to be my Mate Confessions in the Night
~ Rhys ~ Holding Amira in his arms, Rhys stroked the top of her head, frowning as she clutched to him, appearing so vulnerable. He could see why. They’d shared another dream. A nightmare. A memory. One Rhys knew she wasn’t aware of his presence. He forced himself awake after the crowds cheered in happiness for Alpha Dashiell’s beheading. The dream was gut-wrenching and full of horrors that such a young child had to witness. It was no wonder Amira was the way she was. Rhys could hear and see everything as Amira did. Even Alpha Dashiell’s voice was in her mind as it went blank between her memories. Now he rocked her back and forth, growing used to seeing his body and cuddling it to calm her erratic breathing and silent tears. Nobody should see the king in such a way. Fortunately, Amira wasn’t loud in her nightmares. Approaching the guards in Amira’s nightgown made it easy to slip into his quarters. Rhys shook his head. His hand stroked back the damp hairs from her face. Who was he
Cursed to be my Mate Shift in the Air
~ Rhys ~The following day, Rhys and Amira were once again in the library, this time using his father’s study. The curtains had been pulled back, and the place had been cleaned with fresh air pouring in from the window to get rid of the last of the dust. Rhys never expected it to be so ready to be used, but Amira had been one step ahead before their shared nightmare. Amira chose not to occupy the desk space, even though it would have been acceptable. Rhys could sense her thoughtfulness as she refrained from using his late father's spot to review documents. Instead, she sat at the armchairs beside the fireplace, looking through the diaries and scrolls Rhys provided her in the hopes of discovering what happened all those years ago. While Amira was absorbed in the contents of the parchments, Rhys would watch her. He couldn’t help but be lost in thought. The night before caused a shift between them. It wasn’t obvious, but he couldn’t stop himself from acting… nicer towards her, and she
Cursed to be my Mate Means to an End
~ Rhys ~Rhys cocked his head to the side as he assessed Eden. She was always a means to an end, but had he really found her attractive? Especially with such a sour expression on her face right now. What issue did she have with Amira?Eden's gaze travelled from the top to the bottom of his frame, her face twisted with loathing, and her lips grew tighter as she appraised him. A low growl rumbled in his throat, both himself and Nisha. How dare she glower at Amira like this. Eden’s eyes snapped to his, widening slightly after hearing his response to her analysis of Amira’s body.With a sharp smile, Rhys asked, “And who might you be? You don’t look like one of the maids. Are you lost?”Eden crossed her arms against her chest. “Who am I? Who are you?!” Stepping closer to Rhys, Nisha made herself known, lunging forward against the forefront of Rhys’ mind for a moment in a warning. His red eye glimmered more, and the green one matched the other. Eden stepped back, startled, satisfying Nisha
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