The lingering romance of the beach faded as we returned to the imposing grandeur of the palace. The shift back to reality was palpable. Soon after arriving, the quiet anticipation of sleep settled over the household.The next morning, a strange heat coursed through me upon waking. It was an unfamiliar sensation, a primal stirring deep within, almost like a restless growl of a wolf I didn't fully understand. It wasn't just a physical heat; there was a yearning, a hunger that went beyond mere physical desire. And yes, Cayden’s undeniably attractive presence wasn't exactly helping to cool the sudden internal fire.I indulged in another luxurious milk bath, the creamy liquid now feeling less like an extravagant novelty and more like a welcome balm against the unfamiliar heat in my veins. The delicate scent of lavender filled the air, a soothing counterpoint to the restless energy thrumming beneath my skin.This morning, I chose a flowing white cloak. As the maids styled my hair with extra
Of course, he ran after me, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. His voice, usually so commanding, was now laced with a desperate plea. And yes, I confess, there was a part of me that reveled in the power dynamic, in making the mighty alpha beg. But the image of that unlit kettle, the potential for exposure, was far more terrifying than any fleeting satisfaction.He finally caught up to me, his hand gripping my arm, a little too tightly. "Ouch," I started to protest, but the words died in my throat as he crashed his mouth against mine. My wolf, that unfamiliar, instinctive part of me, practically howled with excitement. Despite my resolve to maintain the act, to keep a careful distance, I found myself responding, my lips softening beneath his fierce and demanding kiss. His sweetness was addictive, his touch a dangerous allure that threatened to shatter my carefully constructed walls. Soon, I was breathless, our faces flushed and heated.He finally broke the kiss, his forehead r
I fluttered my eyes open. We had thoroughly wasted each other and after, I did everything I could not to fall asleep. Once I was sure Cayden was out cold, I slipped out of bed. I waved two fingers in front of his face. No reaction.Perfect.Thank the stars most of the guards and maids already recognized me. It made it easier to slip through the halls without raising suspicion. Some even bowed their heads as I passed. Cute.Now, I just needed to find that damned kettle. The kettle. The one thing that could expose me. But no. I wouldn’t let it.If I found it and realized it wouldn’t respond to my touch, I’d destroy it myself. No hesitation.I darted toward the chamber from earlier the place they dragged me to for the political farce of a meeting. And there it was. Just… sitting there.Seriously?I had prepared for a full-blown stealth mission. Bribes, distractions, tears if needed. But instead? There the bastard sat, bold as ever, on a polished table like it owned the room.Did it r
After thinking and thinking and thinking… I must’ve passed out, because the next thing I knew, the maids were waking me up again. They’d prepared my bath and laid out my clothes. But this time, I wasn’t feeling any of it.I wanted the day to move slower, to drag its feet like I was. So, I started rejecting every outfit they brought forward. One after another. I ordered them to bring all the best cloaks. And still I kept rejecting them. One by one.Maybe if I skipped today entirely, I’d have more time. More time to think. Or maybe… sneak out of the palace. Find the healer. Beg her. And explain to her so she can do something about this mess.And if I could find a way to exhaust Cayden in one week? I could move on to the next suitor. At least that way, I’d be free of this Kettle disaster. That thought alone felt bold. Brave, even.So I kept saying no. No to every cloak. Every accessory. Every attempt until he brought one.“My love,” Cayden said softly, holding up a rich, dark cloak with
The screen of my phone went dark, but the residual heat of that scene still simmered beneath my skin. "The intensity of those three Alphas vying for him never failed to ignite a visceral thrill."“Ah,” I breathed out, rolling on my bed like a high school girl, a soft sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction escaping as the scene replayed behind my eyelids. Scorching. Consuming. My heart still echoed with the frantic rhythm of the story’s climax, the agonizing choice he had to make. Just one choice, one moment, would change everything.A sigh escaped me as I turned onto my side, the image lingering.“It’s… art.”However, a selfish part of me still yearned for the delicious chaos of a different outcome. But no, the narrative had chosen its path, guided by the inevitable pull of singular love. A concept that, in my current state of heightened arousal, felt… less than ideal.Screw love’s complications. Lust—now that was a language I spoke frequently.The digital clock on my phone flashed
Excitement, confusion, and a storm of emotions ran through my body. As a young woman, well, I used to be a young woman who stared at her, and she looked at me like she was seeing a complete lunatic. Honestly? She wasn’t wrong. She was staring at a mad person. A mad person who had been on her way to pick up a limited edition BL novel, and somehow got flattened and woke up inside said BL novel. No. This cannot be happening. So you’re telling me… Caden, Ryan, and Levi are outside waiting for me? What is? My stomach twisted painfully. A knot formed deep inside, and I had no idea what to do. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to be feeling. My hands reached for the edge of the strange robe I was wearing some kind of luxurious, high-fantasy fashion nightmare that I only see in movies. I stared at her again, wide-eyed and sweating. She gave me a sympathetic look. “I’ll leave you to it, my lord. But I’ll return in five minutes. Please… be fast.” Then she turned and ste
“What do you mean, love?” Levi stepped forward, gently grabbing my hand. His voice was soft, tender—but his grip was trembling. “Look into my eyes and tell me that,” he said, searching my face, hoping to find the Darren he once knew. I couldn’t. I turned my gaze away. Because if I looked into his eyes-those beautiful, soft eyes.I would crash. I would break. And I couldn’t afford to. I steadied myself, took a breath, and pushed his hand away. I needed to play this perfectly, or they’d see through me. They’d realize I wasn’t their Darren. They’d know something had changed. “I… I need to ask something important,” I said, trying to sound fragile but firm. “How do I know all three of you are not here because of what I am? Because of what my blood can do for your packs?” I touched my chest—Darren’s chest—and felt it beat wildly. “How do I know you're not just here for power?” My voice cracked, just enough to sell it. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it. Not like this.” Ryan’s eyes nar
I sat in Cayden’s special carriage. The one meant to carry his mate home. It was regal, draped in Blue Moon’s silver and black, trimmed with threads of hope and pride… hope that today, I would have chosen him. But I hadn’t. Outside, I saw the crowd. Faces filled with disappointment, confusion, and restrained rage. They had waited years for this day. For me. And I had left them hanging. If it hadn’t been for the presence of the other Alphas, if they hadn’t feared starting a war… they might have torn me apart. And then Cayden entered the carriage. His aura hit me like a wall so familiar, so powerful. It swallowed the air and filled the space. My body reacted before my mind could process it. I turned to him. His hand slid into mine. “Darren,” he said, voice low, commanding. My heart thumped. I bit my lip. I turned my head away before I crumbled beneath his voice. Fuck, I wasn’t ready for this. He gently cupped my cheek. His warmth—his scent rushed back all at once. “da
After thinking and thinking and thinking… I must’ve passed out, because the next thing I knew, the maids were waking me up again. They’d prepared my bath and laid out my clothes. But this time, I wasn’t feeling any of it.I wanted the day to move slower, to drag its feet like I was. So, I started rejecting every outfit they brought forward. One after another. I ordered them to bring all the best cloaks. And still I kept rejecting them. One by one.Maybe if I skipped today entirely, I’d have more time. More time to think. Or maybe… sneak out of the palace. Find the healer. Beg her. And explain to her so she can do something about this mess.And if I could find a way to exhaust Cayden in one week? I could move on to the next suitor. At least that way, I’d be free of this Kettle disaster. That thought alone felt bold. Brave, even.So I kept saying no. No to every cloak. Every accessory. Every attempt until he brought one.“My love,” Cayden said softly, holding up a rich, dark cloak with
I fluttered my eyes open. We had thoroughly wasted each other and after, I did everything I could not to fall asleep. Once I was sure Cayden was out cold, I slipped out of bed. I waved two fingers in front of his face. No reaction.Perfect.Thank the stars most of the guards and maids already recognized me. It made it easier to slip through the halls without raising suspicion. Some even bowed their heads as I passed. Cute.Now, I just needed to find that damned kettle. The kettle. The one thing that could expose me. But no. I wouldn’t let it.If I found it and realized it wouldn’t respond to my touch, I’d destroy it myself. No hesitation.I darted toward the chamber from earlier the place they dragged me to for the political farce of a meeting. And there it was. Just… sitting there.Seriously?I had prepared for a full-blown stealth mission. Bribes, distractions, tears if needed. But instead? There the bastard sat, bold as ever, on a polished table like it owned the room.Did it r
Of course, he ran after me, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. His voice, usually so commanding, was now laced with a desperate plea. And yes, I confess, there was a part of me that reveled in the power dynamic, in making the mighty alpha beg. But the image of that unlit kettle, the potential for exposure, was far more terrifying than any fleeting satisfaction.He finally caught up to me, his hand gripping my arm, a little too tightly. "Ouch," I started to protest, but the words died in my throat as he crashed his mouth against mine. My wolf, that unfamiliar, instinctive part of me, practically howled with excitement. Despite my resolve to maintain the act, to keep a careful distance, I found myself responding, my lips softening beneath his fierce and demanding kiss. His sweetness was addictive, his touch a dangerous allure that threatened to shatter my carefully constructed walls. Soon, I was breathless, our faces flushed and heated.He finally broke the kiss, his forehead r
The lingering romance of the beach faded as we returned to the imposing grandeur of the palace. The shift back to reality was palpable. Soon after arriving, the quiet anticipation of sleep settled over the household.The next morning, a strange heat coursed through me upon waking. It was an unfamiliar sensation, a primal stirring deep within, almost like a restless growl of a wolf I didn't fully understand. It wasn't just a physical heat; there was a yearning, a hunger that went beyond mere physical desire. And yes, Cayden’s undeniably attractive presence wasn't exactly helping to cool the sudden internal fire.I indulged in another luxurious milk bath, the creamy liquid now feeling less like an extravagant novelty and more like a welcome balm against the unfamiliar heat in my veins. The delicate scent of lavender filled the air, a soothing counterpoint to the restless energy thrumming beneath my skin.This morning, I chose a flowing white cloak. As the maids styled my hair with extra
I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire. Naturally, I was supposed to be impressed, I guess.And, okay, I was. Just a little.He dove into the ocean with that loud, splashy entrance, sending droplets flying in every direction like he was on some romanticized beach getaway in a movie. A few droplets hit my face. I blinked them away, trying to look aloof no one was going to think I was impressed but the truth? He was working me like a pro.“Come on in, love,” he called, grinning like the perfect golden retriever. “Take off your cloak, shed your clothes, and join me.”Now, let’s be clear: I was not above appreciating a good, confident invitation. And he was certainly conf
I sat on the edge of the bed as the healer, an old woman with peculiar attire and an even more peculiar aroma clinging to her – something akin to over-roasted carrots, I mused – began her examination. Courtesy, a newly acquired skill, forced a smile onto my face as she drew closer, the pungent scent assaulting my nostrils. Her touch was surprisingly firm as she probed and pressed various parts of my body, seemingly perplexed."Ow," I instinctively reacted when her fingers pressed into my lower groin."You seem physically sound," she declared, her gaze distant. "The eggs do not appear to have caused significant harm. However," her brow furrowed, "I am curious about the persistent coughing.""Perhaps I simply choked," I offered dismissively, hoping to steer her away from the truth.But Cayden, who had been observing from behind her, interjected, his voice carrying a note of concern. "Normally, even a trace of egg causes his entire body to flush red. This time, it was only his face."Yes
Waking up was disorienting. A dull throb echoed behind my eyes, a stark reminder of the previous night's intense encounter. It had taken a far greater toll than I’d anticipated, leaving me feeling drained and strangely vulnerable.As my eyelids fluttered open, my blurry vision was met with an unexpected sight: a semicircle of maids, their figures tall and imposing as they stood silently around the bed. Cayden was gone. What were all these people doing here?Pushing myself up, I managed to sit against the plush headboard. Immediately, the maids bowed respectfully in unison. One of them stepped forward, gesturing to a collection of exquisitely crafted male cloaks laid out on a nearby table."Lord Cayden has selected these for you, my lord. He wished for you to choose one for alteration."Even in my groggy state, the beauty of the cloaks was apparent. Though undeniably masculine in their cut and length, each was adorned with intricate and unique designs. My eyes carefully scanned the arr
He didn’t react. Didn’t say a word. I grabbed his head, tilting it back, pressing him into the moment. He tried to push up, but I used my fingers to hold him down, the weight of my dominance settling over him. His breath came in heavy bursts as he shuddered beneath me. Slowly, I trailed my mouth down his neck, the soft burn of my tongue leaving a hot, wet trail. My lips brushed against his nipples, teasing, flicking, and each soft touch drove him mad, his body reacting, twitching under my ministrations. He gripped my head, his fingers tight in my hair, and I could feel him straining beneath me. I lowered myself further, hands gripping him, feeling him pulse in my grasp. Fuck — he was big. Long, thick, and demanding, just like I remembered. I sank down, slow at first, until I was wrapped around him completely. My mouth moved over him, licking, sucking, the heat between us unbearable. His breath hitched, and I tightened my grip, pushing him deeper, feeling the pulse of his power bene
[Author's note...matured content in here] Cayden hovered above me, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, his dark red eyes locking onto mine with a predatory hunger that sent a jolt straight to my core. Damn he is hot! His body was half naked, his muscular chest gleaming in the dim light, and the air between us thickened with the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the room. I could feel the heat from his body radiating against mine, and it only made my pulse quicken. My wolf growled wanting him to devour us right here. "Do you want me?" Cayden’s voice was low, dark, and heavy with desire. His words barely made it to my ears before his lips were on mine. His kiss was ferocious-hungry, desperate—like he couldn’t wait any longer. His lips crashed into mine with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs, and I found myself responding instantly, my hands reaching up to pull him closer, pressing my body into his. There was no hesitation between us, no holding