~ Amira ~With a deep sigh, Amira covered her eyes after seeing the casting shadows of candlelight in the bedroom she’d fled three nights before. Since Rhys didn’t tell her what she wanted to know, the she-wolf had been avoiding him. Bash had kept her company, attempting to force the pair together, and she even ran into Alpha Evander. The hybrid appeared pissed, his ire aimed at her and Rhys, though she did not understand why. When she attempted to lose him and sit in the gardens by herself to think things over, he followed and asked why she was avoiding the king. Now, she was back in Rhys’ body.Days without seeing it, without seeing him, and the Moon Goddess switched them once more. It would be nice to remain in her body, but Artemis deems this little hiccup worthy of switching them back. “Rhys, Harrington has been imprisoned under Amira’s orders when she was king.” Alright, his Beta really deserves a holiday. This was early, even for Amira. “The maid Bash was screwing has now fou
~ Rhys ~ Standing by Amira’s side, Rhys was feeling incredibly down. It was like a rain cloud hovered over him; everything seemed gloomy even though the day was bright, the sun shining through the multi-coloured windows of the Great Hall. Rhys’ body ached, particularly his breasts. The corset was not helping. He asked Lyra, one of Amira’s maids, to loosen it, yet it still felt incredibly restrictive, and it was almost like overnight Amira’s breasts had grown. He wouldn’t complain if only he was in his body not feeling like this. It was awful. The turquoise dress chosen looked brilliant against Amira’s skin tone, yet he felt somewhat bloated and with some discomfort in his back and stomach. Due to this, Rhys could not focus much whilst Amira acted out his duties as king. Shifting a little from one foot to the other, the boots uncomfortable, everything uncomfortable, he watched as Amira followed the process of making Alpha Evander a Duke. There was a little pride swelling in his ches
~ Rhys ~Amira sighed, turning to face him, but the Alpha was already nursing another drink, his head flopped on the back of the sofa, his hand rubbing at the side of his head. Watching Amira control the situation put him at ease, but it didn’t stop the pounding in his head, the ache in his breasts or the sudden pain in his stomach. They should talk, but how could he when he was in pain?!“Amira…” He hissed through clenched teeth. The rogue sat beside him, frowning at his pained expression. Goddess, his lower abdomen felt as though it was being squeezed, and whatever grip it had wouldn’t release. On top of that, his body ached like he was unwell like he was feverish; wait, he did have a fever! He was so hot! Rhys shifted in his seat after the pain transferred to his lower back. “What is wrong with your body?!” He snapped, eyes flicking open as he glared at her. Amira frowned, watching him with confusion. “I haven’t done anything that would make me unwell. I rarely fall ill…” Like m
~ Rhys ~Although Alpha Evander was the one to order his Beta and Bash to stand outside their door while they made up, the pair still moved aside when Amira pushed open the door, holding his hand, announcing they’d made up and wanted to return to her room. Now, the pair were in Amira’s room, where she led Rhys to the sofa. He eyed the bed but decided it was a little pathetic of him to go straight to bed when he wasn’t even ill.Amira and other women dealt with this each month. He knew from the servants that no woman had time off. So, they especially never remained in bed, put up with these symptoms, and continued to work. Ugh, but how?! It was absolutely horrid! And to think he wasn’t even… you know… bleeding or anything yet!While Rhys curled in on himself, Amira handed him the blanket from the bed before leaving the bed chamber. He thought she’d had enough of his grumbling and moaning and left him to it. But she returned after some time with a large leather water pouch and handed it
~ Rhys ~“Ugh.” Rhys felt so bloated. It was day four of having a period. Something he never wanted to experience ever again. It just… didn’t go away. It was the headaches as well and how much people annoyed him even more than usual. Amira had been supportive throughout it. When she wasn’t attending to new issues within the kingdom, the she-wolf kept him company. Even when he was being a massive pain in the ass, Amira put up with it. Or maybe she found some enjoyment in watching the whole debacle. The period pains continued, and the humiliation decreased as he became accustomed to changing cloths and washing himself up. The chambermaids were also aware of his condition, helping where they could and gossiping among them, discussing how the Alpha King was changing for this she-wolf, Amira.Before, Rhys had never stayed with a woman day after day. He certainly wouldn’t if they were on their period. Now, after experiencing it, he might put something in place to help women who served in t
The sound of shuffling feet and whispers roused Rhys from his sleep. He frowned at the intrusion, turning his head in the direction of the noise. The maids Lyra and Meredith stopped, new linen sheets in their hands. He could see their mouths moving, and only moments later, he was registering what they were saying. “They look so cute together!” Lyra squealed. “Shh! You’ll wake them,” Meredith scolded.“But look how much His Majesty has changed for Amira! He’s been looking after her during her cycle. When has he ever done that before!” Lyra gushed, then pouted at Meredith, pushing her back towards the doors.“We should leave them to rest. Who knows how much sleep they have really had?” Meredith giggled, the light from the doorframe that poured into the room gradually decreasing as they shut the doors behind them, giggling.“So noisy,” he grumbled and blinked at the sound of his voice. It was then he noticed where he lay on the bed and what bundle of warmth was snuggling into him.Rhys
With a sharp inhale, Rhys stood back. Amira almost whimpered as his warmth and the aroma of cigars and leather gradually receded. Oh, it was still there, but now, with some distance between them, she could breathe and think more clearly. Only just though.Rhys seemed equally impacted, staring at Amira as if he desired nothing more than to rip her clothes from her body. Clearing his throat, he extended the navy book for her to accept.“I don’t want you to get your hopes up… But I found my father’s journal the year of Alpha Dashiell’s execution.” His eyes locked with Amira’s. “If this is not what you are looking for, I will continue to help you piece together what really happened.”Amira’s eyes widened, flicking between the leatherbound navy journal in her hand and the Alpha King standing in front of her. “You believe me?” She asked in astonishment. “You believe my father and the pack are innocent?”Rhys’ gaze remained on hers. “I won’t deny the slight doubt I have. But I remember your
With no bookcase to hold her up as well, Amira’s eyes almost rolled back to the feel of Rhys’ length, almost hooking inside of her as she sunk deeper on top of him. She sighed, hooded eyes lowering to look at her mate as he sat down in his chair behind the desk. Amira adjusted herself. She couldn’t actually do much with the positioning of the arms of the chair, but Rhys’ tight hold on her back and backside proved he didn’t intend on her staying there long. Sitting upright, feet going through the sides of the chair and grounding her, Amira started slowly circling her hips, biting her lip to the feel of him. Rhys’ hands rested on her hips at her tease, eyes drawing to her breasts and his mark. This wild beauty was his, and now the rest of the world was going to know it, too.Amira’s hands slid from his shoulders to the waistcoat, and she started undoing buttons to gain access to his collarbone. Rhys was about to let it slide off his arms until Amira stopped him. “Don’t… I’m kind of… d