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His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.
CRUZ’S POV. I sat in the back of the car as I waited for her to show up. I had gotten a message from the farmers for another meeting. They wanted us to discuss about everything needed for my inauguration. It was just a week away. The door opened to reveal her stepping into the car. “Good morning.” She mumbled softly. “Good morning.” I responded without looking her way. I had slept off in her arms. It was therapeutic. The sex was heavenly. She let me use most of the toys on her, and the way her body responded, I loved it. My eyes finally trailed her way. She was dressed in a simple turtle necked gown. The former me would have complained but the new me let it slide. The new me! Awkward! I watched her run her palm over the back of her neck about five times. “You good?” I asked, and watched her nod in response. “It’s nothing, just some pain from the neck stuff.” She responded, causing me to chuckle softly. I could remember telling her the names of each toys, only for her to re
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY.
CRUZ’S POV. I watched as her mouth moved, pride surging through me. I was proud of her. I was glad to know that she had so much knowledge in the skull underneath her pretty face. The farmers listened with rapt attention, nodding where needed. Some had smiles plastered on their faces, clearly impressed by her words. Turned out her living out while growing up had come in handy, not that I was happy she had to. Some times I felt this weird urge to break the bones of the very ones whom made her go through it all, right from the raiders to Lucien. Maybe leave her sister out of it for her sake. That traitor! Who does such betrayal to someone they claimed to love? Argh! “…I think they will help the crops grow well. All you have to do is add them to the soils, they also kill bacterias that tend to eat up half of the..” Her words dissolved into thin air again. Beauty with brains. I like that. My cock strained in my trouser at the thought of that. They applauded her as she rounded up
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.
ELEANOR’S POV. My back hit against the wall but I can barely feel the pain with his lips on mine, ravishing me in every way possible. He hardly let me get down from the car before claiming my lips with his, and now we are in the hallway still kissing. “You say I’m a good Wolf, huh!” He said, snatching his lips back briefly, his breathe still landing on my face. “Guess I have gone too soft on you. I will have to show you just how bad I can be.” He added, claiming my lips again before I could say a word. A part of me was intrigued, excited, nervous, curious to know what he would show me this time, and how bad he could get. I love Bad Wolves. Scratch that. I love me a bad Cruz. I was desperate to see him in all sides of himself. The vulnerable side, even though I have hardly seen that. The weird part, I doubt if he has any. Everything and anything about him that there is to know. I felt my lower lips releasing some juices as it craved for more, so I clenched my thighs in response
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ELEANOR’S POV. His rough breathe landing on my neck as he nibbled on it, bitting into my skin gently. Tell me why this simple act has my legs getting wobbly. Sending shocks down my spine. He dug his fangs deeper into my neck, taking in some blood. He stepped backward, his eyes running over me, stains of my blood still on his lips. He ran his tongue over it. “You taste good, El.” He said, his grey eyes shooting lasers at my fragile heart, melting me and sweeping me off my feet. My heart beating so hard against my chest. I’m obsessed. I’m fucking obsessed with him. Was it weird that I liked El better than Eleanor now? “Strip!” He ordered, his eyes still not leaving me. I wanted to ask questions, throw tantrums, anything at all that wouldn’t disclose that I had waited so long for something like this. Instead I said nothing as I got down from bed, my shaky fingers sliding the gown over my head, leaving my bra and thong visible. His eyes turned hungry, devouring every each of me.
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE.
CRUZ’S POV. I flipped her over, her back facing me as she knelt on the bed. All I needed to hear was the plea in her voice and I got just that. I slammed my cock into her even before she could balance herself and heard her let out a screech. I wanted to cause her pain. Not because I hated her but because I wanted to fill every part of her mind. The painful part. The good part. The bad part. Any part at all that existed. I continued to bang her, holding her waist firmly with my hands. I thrusted as fast as I could, barely giving her a chance to breathe. She let out moans, her loud moans echoed in the room. I clutched her hair with my left hand, pulling her head backward. I watched her gasp for breathe as she called out my name. I paused a bit letting her catch her breathe then thrusted in fiercely snatching the oxygen from her abruptly. “Oh!” She moaned, her legs shaking so bad that I feared that they would give up on her and crash into the bed, but she seemed stronger than she loo
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR.
ELEANOR’S POV. What do you do when you find yourself gradually getting drawn to someone? When they are all you think about when you wake up? When they are the last thing that lingers on your mind when you go to bed? Tell me, what such thing would be called. Because right now, I needed some answers. I needed someone to tell that I wasn’t falling in love with this Wolf. I needed someone to tell that it all had to be some kind of hormones. Or maybe it had to do with his good cock, and the amazing sex. Whatever it was, I knew I had to snap out of it. I was just a pretend bride. It was nothing serious. It was never going to be something serious. It was only going to ever be about sex. Revolved around sticking his huge cock in my tight pussy. All about his orgasm and mine. Not love. I doubted that Alpha Cruz was capable of ever loving anyone. Arghh! I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes shut, silently wishing that the thoughts would leave my mind. You shouldn’t fall in love with him
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE.
ELEANOR’S POV. Please fuck me! These words screamed inside my head, threatening to slip down my tongue but I held it in, bitting onto my lower lip. The shock lingered on even after he withdrew his finger and I almost wished he didn’t. I craved his touch. “You want to say something?” He asked, and I shook my head in denial. That asshole! Trying to tempt me with words, and the way he licks his lower lip. “Use your words, El.” I heard him say, and I gulped down the words. Use your words, El. Those were the very words he would say every single time he was about to fuck my brains out, and right now I wished he would. “No.” I responded, and watched his expression change to that of a questioning one. “I mean, I don’t have anything to say.” I add and swallowed another lump of saliva. He nodded in response. I watched him fiddle with the cutlery before he dropped it down to look back at me. “You look pretty today.” He said with a grin. “I guess my cock is doing a good job on you.” H
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX.
CRUZ’S POV. I landed few knocks on her door as I tried to put my patience under check while waiting for her to shove it open. But there was hardly a response so I knocked again. Same thing. It was like she knew that I was here to scold her. Like the air had really warned her of my presence. “Open this door, Eleanor.” I yelled against the door, twisting the knob as my patience slowly faded, leaking like a gas cylinder left on but unlighted. I heard no response again. “El!” I groaned. “Please go.” Came her words. She sounded pissed about something. Her voice low and laced with pain. It sounded as though she was crying and just the thought of that was enough to light some more fire on my brimming rage.My heart wrenched at thought that it might have something to do with me. Because I knew that I was capable of hurting someone especially a sweet soul like herself.Did I? Was it because of what happened back at the table? I was confused. I had a lot of questions to ask myself. But
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AUTHOR’S POVEleanor held her baby cot as she watched the little Ivy sleep so soundly. A bright smile curled up her lips. Her once-heavy heart becomes lighter with time. Her eyes darted from Ivy towards where Nimah and Dante were playing.It had been weeks since they got to the palace. Two days since their wedding. Since they walked down the aisle and exchanged beautiful vows, since she and Cruz had decided to adopt Dante During the visit to the Farms, Eleanor had stumbled on him looking sad and dirty. After minutes of persuading him, he finally confessed that JoJo, his little sister, had died.The news had made Eleanor’s heart clench tight because she knew how lonely it would feel for him. She immediately took it upon herself to tell Cruz, and he was more than excited to have another child.She rolled the beautiful ring on her finger, and a smile parted her lips. She loved him so much. She was glad that they ended up together after everything.“How is my little princess doing?” She he
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
ELEANOR’S POVA chilly air brushed past me, causing the hair on my body to stand at alert. My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart started to pound so loud as I watched Damon get closer.Who would have thought that he was the bad guy? “Don’t do anything stupid, Damon, please.” I pleaded, my voice quivering while my eyes stayed glued on the glittering knife he held.“Too late, El. Why use just her when I use you both? When can I finally get to rule the world?” He responded, a smirk curling up his lips.“Let her be, Damon. If you are truly a man, then face me!” Cruz dared, his pitch high as he struggled to set himself free.Damon let out a dry laugh.“A god, Cruz. That is what I will become.” He said pridefully.My eyes stung with tears, and I gently tilted my head sideways to look at the Wolf I had learned to love. My eyes trailed over his facial features, his sharp jaw, and the beauty that lay in his eyes.I knew it was the end. It's too bad that our story would have to end this
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
AUTHOR’S POV“Who are you?” Eleanor yelled as fear crawled through her, her fingers clutching tightly onto Cruz’s cloth while his arms were wrapped around her.She could feel her heart thumping fast.The strange man let out a long, satisfying laugh.“If it isn't the so-called Dema. How does it feel to be here, Eleanor? Especially after knowing that you can never make it out alive.” He mocked with a slight smile on his face.Cruz couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to comprehend why Eleanor’s neighbors would want to do anything to her.“What the fuck do you want, Fred?” He questioned in an obviously pissed tone.Fred twitched his lips gently.“Soon you shall know. For now, keep walking until I tell you to stop.” He ordered, causing Cruz to clench his teeth.“And if I don't?” He confronted him because, obviously, he couldn't afford to put Eleanor in more danger. At this point, he was more than willing to fight tooth and nail to get out of here.Fred dragged in the air, then chuckled m
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
AUTHOR’S POVHe went still. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared at her. It felt as though he had just heard the most absurd words ever existing.“How?” He questioned, a little bit scared to mention the word again because he was aware of what the dangers of being one were.Eleanor inflicted gentle pain on her fingers as she thought of the best way to explain because she, too, had no idea.“Talk to me, El!” He ordered, his voice shaking a little.The tears stinging her eyes started to let themselves roll down her cheeks. He curbed her chin up to stare at her confused expression, his other fingers running through his hair.“Fuck!” He cussed because he knew she could get killed if they knew. He was willing to lose the same person he just got back.Her sobs heightened.“I’m sorry, Cruz. I should have told you earlier. I just thought you might…despise me.” She confessed, her heart squeezing hard at each word.The pain spread through her like fire at the thought of losing him beca
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX.
AUTHOR’S POVHe could tell her shock by how her face fell. Her hands trembling and it caused him to smirk.“You don’t have to be sorry. I knew he made the first move.” He said, wanting to clear the air and her conscience.Eleanor attempted to say something and that would require spitting him out.“Shh! Say nothing. Just stay still like the obedient little doll you are.” He ordered and El nodded firmly. “That’s my good girl.” He added and started to move in and out. His butt clenching tightly as he did.“Fuck, El. Fuck!” He cussed, his hand holding her head in place while he continued to fuck her mouth faster and deeper.Eleanor’s eyes stung with tears, the pain in my throat getting worse and just like a maniac’s doll, she liked it, every single part of it caused her woman to drool some more.His waist rotating as he went while her fingernails dug into her thighs in order to spread more pain through her. The higher the pain, the better the sex.That she believed.“Fuck you, El.” He cu
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE
ELEANOR’S POV“Sit slowly.” I heard him say and I nodded, bending low as his hands guided me. In the last few hours, the only thing I had done was nod. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything because for a weird reason, I felt shy. Not uncomfortable.My body, up to my breasts, hit the warm water and I felt my nerves relax.“Let me know when you feel uncomfortable, okay?” He said and I nodded briefly. I couldn’t tell what he was doing but soon the smell of Lavender filled my nostrils before his palms came in contact with my body again as he scrubbed it gently. It felt so good to have someone wash me up. Ever since I lost my sight, I had refused to let anyone bathe for me. I always instead of doing that myself and most times it was an uncomfortable thing.His palms found my neck and massaged them briefly, causing a low moan to escape through my pass. My body was at alert. On edge after all these while.My mind drifted briefly to Damon and the look he had on when I stepped out of his
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR
CRUZ’S POV It happened. Finally I found her. Maybe not in the exact same condition but I was still more than pleased to have her back. Scars are what make us beautiful, after all. Plus I was willing and ready to do anything for her to get her sight back.I kept tilting my head and checking her out every minute, just to remind myself that it wasn’t a dream. I could feel my heart swelling with joy and pride.I had a daughter. I mean, we had a beautiful baby girl.Finally I was a Father.Now that I thought about it, I doubted if I was ever going to enough for a Father figure. Ivy was sleeping peacefully in the back while I rode the car with gentleness, not wanting to wake her up. While Eleanor stared ahead into nothingness and it caused my heart to ache.The charmingly bright smile she used to have, was no longer there.“You good, baby?” I broke the silence and watched her nod gently.I wanted to push it further but I don’t. We just met again after some many months so it was normal for
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE
ELEANOR’S POV“Are you sure you are making the right choice?” Damon asked for the thirtieth time in the last hour and now I was no longer sure if I was.“Do you think I’m not?” I threw at him, wanting to know what his own opinion would be.“He abandoned you, El. He can do that anytime and you know that.” He pointed out while I stared at the darkness.Let me be your eyes, El.Cruz’s words replayed in my mind.“What if he is sorry? Sober? Anything?” I said, trying to defend him or was it myself?I needed badly to prove to myself that I wasn’t just some broken female who lacked fatherly love and badly craved it enough to settle for anything.“What if he is not?” Damon attacked and I could sense the worry in his voice, laced with disappointment. “You can’t just run back into his arms, El. Not after all these while.” He added causing me to nod as I bit on my lower lip again.“I can. I want to do this, Dam, please.” I responded and heard him sigh frustratedly before his steps get closer.“I
His Pretend Mate Bride CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO
AUTHOR’S POV“I’m leaving with Cruz.” Eleanor announced the second, Cruz helped her down the stairs, causing Damon to look her way abruptly.“Huh!” He exclaimed, his jaw falling lower than usual out of shock. “I’m leaving with him.” She said again even though deep down a part of her warned her of how this could be a wrong idea.Damon refused to believe all he heard. In fact it had taken him more seconds than usual to process them and soon he was standing in front of her.“I would love to talk to her alone so please step aside.” Damon informed as he sent Cruz a death stare.“Fine then, I will be over there.” Cruz informed and ran his palm over Eleanor’s hair before leaning in. “Call me when you need me.” He whispered and watched her nod gently.Cruz took one last glance at the male who had tried taking his bride and threw him a smirk before walking away. His chest almost exploding with joy.She was back. She was going home with him and now his home would be home again.“You can’t just
