Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”
View MoreBellatrix Sinclair“Holy shit, you look amazing.” Lila beamed, taking her position next to me.Lila was strikingly beautiful, shiny dark purple curls and radiant light emeralds that made her enchanting like a fairy. “You look beautiful Lila.” I smiled; my voice thick with emotions. “I’m really glad that we are friends.”Her gaze softened as we blinked back unshed tears. “Me too.”Music filtered through the stadium, the female announcer going through the motions and introductions of the competition. This contest included Prince Thalion, other participants have had encounters and conversations while I served as his aide.Although it was a position only in name. We developed a friendship, there wasn’t any discussions of the contest, and we just bonded over shared love of culture, food and history. He has profound wisdom, an ability to judge someone’s character and peek into their soul and see their past and future. Such power leads to suffering in silence, I’ve seen it firsthand when Tha
Lazarus De LoughreyI was utterly hypnotized by the peaceful expression she wore while asleep, buttoning my shirt ever-so slowly and drinking in these rare moments. That beautiful, strategic mind so unpredictable that I couldn’t deduce her next move.However, I knew that her persistence to win this competition wasn’t strictly for my benefit. Her motives steered towards the human rebellion, she still wanted to join them. Despite her friendships with my people, it hasn’t detoured her from joining.The human rebellion will create a war, one that will take lives of both humans and wolves. That wasn’t what I wanted, nor do I think Bellatrix would condone such a thing. Ultimately, she wanted humans to have their freedom, abolish the slavery and live in peace.But this wasn’t the way to get it, if everyone died then what would be the point?War has never been the answer, it came at the cost of lives because leaders couldn’t come to an agreement. The biggest obstacle to creating harmony wasn’
Lazarus De Loughrey“Lazarus, let me go.” She spat fiercely, attempting to pry herself out of my hold but it was futile.Those milky blues darkened, “Let me fucking go.”Using abit of force and pulling her towards me, making her stumble and collide with my chest. Capturing her chin between two fingers and lifting her gaze to meet mine. “We are in my palace now, no one is coming to save you.”She snarled, “I don’t need anyone to save me.”My mouth twisted into a cruel smile, “Seeking their attention so that they can come find you? Is that not you asking for them to save you?” I mocked.Her eyes grew wide in disbelief, and she swallowed the truth from expelling off the tip of her tongue. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” she denied steely, hardening her exterior.I chuckled, shoving her into my room as anger coursed through my veins. My fingers tightened into fists, every cell in my body buzzing with an urgency that could only be the influence of Maddox. Bellatrix’s features
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus stares at me with a lethal expression, suffocating silence like a ticking time-bomb. Swirling my tongue around the cherry-flavoured lollipop to suppress the unease churning in my stomach. Glancing over his shoulder to Emmett, silencing questioning whether he knows what is happening.He frowned, shaking his head, equally puzzled. Fixing my attention back onto Lazarus, his silence more unsettling than when he speaks. “What now?” I snapped, agitated. “I don’t need this after puking my guts out.”His inky eyes flashed with fury, releasing an exasperated breath as he asked, “When were you going to tell me about the assassination attempts on your life?”I’ll admit, this was a rather tamed reaction than what I expected. Raising an eyebrow at him, “Didn’t you say I needed to win at all costs?” I retorted bitterly.A cloud of anguish washed over his features, his ja
Lazarus De LoughreyBellatrix grimaced at the detoxication injection being administered. “I’m fine, I don’t-“Emmett clicked his tongue and Bellatrix’s lips thinned, silently sticking out her arm for him to inject. “I’ll give you lollipop after.”“I’m not a child – ow, ow, ow.” She cried.“Sure, you aren’t.” Emmett muttered dryly, wiping the bead of blood with a cotton swab and lifting the trash can as Bellatrix retched once again.“This is bullshit.” She snapped in between dry heaving and vomiting.Closing the door behind me and giving her a semblance of privacy in such a fucked-up situation. My heart pounded viciously in my chest, disdain surging through my veins as I craved to torture the person responsible for causing her pain.Fisting the fabric of Thalion’s shirt, “What the fuck did you do to her?” I snarled.He frowned, “I had nothing to do with this. She explained that this has become a regular occurrence since the beginning of the competition.”“Take your hands off me, Lazaru
Bellatrix SinclairThe final stages of the competition would take place tomorrow, during the week in which I became Prince Thalion’s aide I saw the lengths these women would go to garner his favor – especially Cassandra.They kissed ass and it was in vain. Prince Thalion was kind, mirroring the statement of forgiving but never forgetting. I narrowed my eyes at him, studying his demeanor as Cassandra giggled, handing over a tray of assorted macaroons. This was a tactic in her apology for disgracing him, providing different sweets as a peace offering.“Thank you, Cassandra.” Prince Thalion smiled.She glanced at me, disgust washing over her features for a brief second before that plastic smile pulled at her lips. She bowed, blushing. “I made them myself, I hope they are to your liking. Please enjoy, Prince Thalion.”She left and I scoffed bitterly, casting him a dry look. “Don’t tell me you buy that nonsense that it’s homemade?”Prince Thalion’s smile was dazzled with a hint of mischief
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus gently laid Thalion onto the bed, changing his room to one of the master suite’s. A teasing smile tugged at my lips, “Thought you hated him?”Suddenly, he caught my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I still do.”I rolled my eyes, clearly the actions weren’t aligning if he truly despised Thalion. “But I appreciate his warning.” He murmured softly. “I’m grateful to anyone who wants to protect you.”A sudden jolt shot through my heart, a stumble in my pulse that had me squeezing his hand. Lazarus has disturbed the peace and twisted my mind into craving this possession, his love.Even when I knew this was wrong, even though I knew it would become a hindrance in the future.Thalion’s words echoed, playing on a loop. Death was inevitable but one filled with suffering and regret was something I didn’t want.Tugging him along, straight into his room. “We need to talk.”Bathed in darkness, unable to hear the party downstairs. Reluctantly I let his hand go an
Bellatrix SinclairI teetered the edge of curiosity and fear, my breath held captive in my lungs until they burned. “Do you wish to know your future?” He asked in a gentle tone.Swallowing the doubt creeping into my mind, hesitant as the words slipped out. “Yes.”He leaned in slightly, peering into my soul with softened eyes. Each colour glowed within the darkness, captivating me like a spell. Silence stretched between us, thickened by unspoken tension as he stared into my eyes – yet I couldn’t look away.Thalion blinks, extinguishing the glow in his irises. “The future is unpredictable, written in sand and not stone.”Puffing out my lips, humming a teasing tune. “I think I’m finally able to understand your poetic way of speaking.”He chuckles, a flicker of amusement washing over his features. “My speech changes when I use my ability.”Suddenly the atmosphere shifted, thickened by desolation. Thalion features softened with traces of sadness. “I hope you never encounter the darkest par
Bellatrix SinclairWarmth emitted from Thalion’s hand as he took ahold of mine, leading me away from the grandiose event and outside the palace into a different area that left me unsettled. This path was bathed in darkness, illuminated by a massive fountain spilling water high into the air like fireworks.We take our seats at the edge of the fountain, an icy sensation washing over my body from the cold stone. Unease curdled in my chest, “Why did you bring me here, Prince Thalion?”He raised his head, gazing upon the vast sky. “I assumed that you needed a break from smiling, especially when it never reached your eyes.”An itch flared along my collarbone, agitated by others reading my mind so easily. Arching a challenging brow at him, “What about you? You always wear your hair in a bun but tonight you wore it down.”“You caught me.” The corners of his lips lifted into a bittersweet smile, “I should be used to the stares by now.” He lets out a quiet chuckle, “The look of disgust however,
As the only human attending classes with all the werewolves, it feels like I'm the lone sheep in a wolf pack.I take a deep breath, burying my head lower. I don't dare make eye contact with any werewolf to avoid further bullying. Most humans believe the only way to escape bullying is to become the mate of the werewolf king. I find that idea revolting!I focus my attention on today's textbook, but as I rummage through my bag for it, my fingers touch something sticky, making my stomach churn. I tear open the book to find a tar-like substance reeking with a putrid smell. They're completely ruined, and I don't have money to buy new ones.Suddenly, the five core bullies in the classroom burst out laughing, as if they'd been eagerly anticipating this very scene.One of the core bullies, Kelly, didn't think this was enough. She approached me as crumpled paper balls flew towards my head. Her glossy pink lips curled into a sly smile. "Looks like you've made quite a mess of things."My brows kn...
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