Kyra strode towards her, smiling broadly. Her belly was round indicating that she was with a child. A genial smile bloomed on Sabrina's face. Kyra stood a step away from her."You remember me, right?" Kyra's eyes held joy and warmth as she asked him. Instead of replying, Sabrina reached forward and hugged her. "Of course, I remember you," she replied softly with a smile and drew away."You are going to have a child," Sabrina added in mild awe. Kyra nodded and caressed her womb fondly. "You are safe here, princess. We will protect you," Kyra assured her. Sabrina, perplexed, glanced at Elizah who was looking his brooding self. Heather marched forward and bowed to Elizah. Kyra mimicked her husband's action. " We have made the arrangements, my lord. No one will find out," Heather informed Elizah sincerely. "Very well. Show us to our place," Elizah replied. Kyra held Sabrina's hand and the couple led them towards the hut she had stayed in last time she was here. The memories rushed bac
Sabrina woke up with a start. Her heart was slamming hard against her chest and her body was covered in cold sweat. Her frantic eyes looked around in absolute fear. The nightmare had felt so real. Cyrus had returned to kill her. Her death blazing murederously in his dark orbs. He had almost stabbed her with his sword when her dream had broken. Her eyes welled up as she reminisced the incident. It was tattooed in her mind like a dark omen. She had never seen a sight that terrorising. It was going to haunt her all her life. She pulled her legs up and buried her face between her shaking knees. She sobbed quietly. Moments passed before she lifted her head and wiped her tears. She glanced at Elizah who was deep in sleep. The exhaustion had made him dead to the world. Sabrina felt drawn to his comforting aura. His presence soothing. She wanted to be near him. So close that no negative thoughts would be able to touch her. Overwhelmed by her need, she pulled to her feet and padded over to
Elizah stayed out the whole day working and returned home only when the darkness began to spread its wings. He noticed the lamp light flickering from the window as he neared the hut and a warmth spread through his being. She was inside waiting for him. He had instructed Kyra to look after Sabrina in his absence. He was more than aware that Sabrina wasn't used to a life of destitution. She never had experienced a hardship in her life. She was too fragile, too soft for any adversity. He wished he could give her all the luxuries and privileges she was used to but the situation had limited his power. Right now, her safety superseded everything. He paused abruptly when he noticed huge clouds of smoke floating through the window. Panic seized him instantly. What is happening? Is she alright? Without him realising, he broke into a sprint and kicked the door open. His frantic eyes searched and found her staring at him wide-eyed. Elizah speed walked towards her. "Are you alright?" he asked,
Sabrina adapted to the simple life of village quite easily. People here were very nice and friendly. Kyra was a sweatheart for putting up with her clumsy self without a complain. Even though, she was yet to master her cooking skills she was making significant progress. Now the food was edible and didn't taste like burnt leather. The sweet lady, Kyra had taught her a number of recipies over the days and even taught her to do other domestic stuff that once was considered beneath her as she was going to be the Queen.How life changes. No matter how her food tasted, Elizah never left a crumb on his plate. And after every meal he would thank her for her efforts. Elizah wished he could thank her in other ways. The ways that would be more personal and intimate. Like a hopeless pervert, he had stolen kisses from her a few times in the depth of nights but they failed to fill him with the profound satisfaction he used to feel while kissing her when she was wide awake. He wanted her lips to mov
His firm cold lips devoured her soft ones thoroughly, biting and chewing every inch of her soft flesh. Sabrina closed her eyes in silent submission. She was pinned to the ground by the sheer force of his kiss. Their saliva blended together as his tongue plunged deep and dominated her sweet intoxicating mouth. Sabrina clutched the back of his shoulders and let out a weak moan, feeling his tongue claiming every corner of her mouth. The feel of his large hands squeezing her breasts was electrifying. Current coursed through her being. She was panting, her heart thumping rapidly in excitement. She didn't want this moment to pass. Elizah was taken over by what could only be called madness. He wanted this woman. He wanted to own this fragile woman and do sinful things to her. Things that will leave her breathless in the end. Things that will stakehis claim on her, for eternity. He kissed her hard, stealing her breath away. He will make her pay for denying him so long. Every inch of her skin
What the hell was wrong with him? Elizah for the life of him wasn't able to get his mind off her and concentrate on the damn soil he was supposed to plough hours ago. He found himself tilling the same spot over and over again. All he could think about was her warm skin and his large cold hand on them. Her soft lips and his cold ones on them. A strange electric like rush ignited through his veins. He sucked in a breath. And the hot flush that had claimed her cheeks after he was done with her. There was something very innocent about that action of her. Innocent but sinfully seductive. He exhaled a wistful sigh and leaned back on his palms. He tilted his head up to squint at the blazing sun. Beads of sweat was scattered all over his tanned neck and chest. His shoulder-length hair was bound in a pony and his huge biceps were bulging due to weight on them. Watching from a distance, Sabrina swooned at the glorious sight. He hadn't returned home for lunch so she though to bring him. He wa
With just one confesison, Elizah had stumped her. She didn't know what to say. "What?" she questioned, wondering if she had misheard him. His amber eyes bored into hers. There were questions in them, fury too. " My past bothers you?" he leaned forward and probed, searching her eyes. She blinked in confusion. "That I am just a fallen prince," his voice sounded hurt. "I don't care about your past," she answered, feeling offended by his accusation. "Then why? Why did you leave me and mate with Cyrus?" bitterness laced his words. Her rejection had stabbed him deep in his heart. He had opened his heart to her and she just walked away."Did I have any other option? You know better than anyone what could have happened if I had refused," there was a sharp edge to Sabrina's tone. The first to bear the brunt would have been her family and pack. She wanted to break the bond but not at the cost of people she loved. Things would have been different if she had succeeded in proving that E
Sabrina paced the hall, wringing her hands. She wanted to apologize for her behaviour last night and hoped he would accept her apology. He must have felt so disappointed in her. He was being so gentle and caring with her and what did she do? She pushed him away. His touch was nothing like Cyrus'. His touch spoke of affection and promised pleasure. Then why? Why did she have to ruin it? Why can't she get over that night? Cyrus was no more, she was no longer in that castle. She was free and with her mate. Then why? But what would have happened if she had let Elizah take her? What if Elizah had met with the same illness as Cyrus did after touching her? She didn't know what had caused that to happen? But there was one thing she was sure of. She can't have Eliah walking away from her. Not after getting this close. She will face her fear for him. A familiar rap on the door ripped her from her train of thoughts. Her heartbeat climbed up. It was him. She quickly crossed over and opened