Marcus and his men crossed the shallow waters near my village and a fight erupted almost immediately. His grandfather was dead several years ago and with him gone, there were no marital alliances or peace negotiations. Marcus and his dad did as they pleased, taking over every Celtic tribe and turning men and women into slaves.
With Allena's memories intact, I felt an uncontrolled feeling of hatred for the Romans and their raids. I thought Avus was crazy with his forced marriage contracts and control, but I realized now how important his role was as a peacemaker.
All those things that Iona told me about when I first opened my eyes here as Allena last time, about using women for domestic help and men for construction projects and powering catapults in their wars and whatnot, those people were us this time.
Their fortress was only a couple of hours away from where our village was. They took over every village that was between the fortress and A
"Allena...""Allena, wake up! Ugh! This girl sleeps like a log," I heard Selma's voice encroaching my sex dream."Wake the hell up Allena! Marcus and his family are almost here.""Is she still sleeping?" I heard Iona chuckle.I had no mood to open my eyes or talk to these people. Today is going to be one of the worst days in my life if Neill's plan fails and I end up getting engaged to Marcus.I heard my father's voice booming through the room now. Bloody hell! I sprang out of my bed immediately and grabbed some clothes to run to the bathroom with my eyes still closed."We are not going to a funeral. What in the world are you wearing?" I heard him complain the minute I walked out to eat breakfast."He already decided to marry me. Why do I have to impress him now?""Go change! Don't make me repeat my words. Iona, go help your sister. You both are not going to come out until she looks good enough at the very least.""Aaarg
"This knot symbolizes eternity and the cycle of life." One of the druids explained to Marcus. He nodded happily while holding my hand and looking into my eyes.I didn't like this one bit. My reactions to his eyes, his touch, and his presence were all worrying me. Without even realizing it, my eyes were stealing glances and I was leaning in closer to him. Anger coursed through my body when I realized that I was thinking about feeling his irresistible lips with my own. And to make things worse, he seemed to have noticed my struggle.He was probably used to this kind of attention from women. After all, his girlfriend was one of the prettiest women I have ever seen. He must have some mental condition where he derives pleasure from torturing people and seeing them burn with lust for him.What would Neill think of me?I fought with him only last night, calling him insecure and getting pissed at him for not trusting me. I don't trust my own body anymore. A
The night was long with no sign of Neill. The back entrance of the house was guarded, and Marcus and his family were sprawled out on makeshift beds in the front entrance. Neill wouldn't dare stand near either side of the house.It was past midnight but sleep seemed to be miles away. I quietly got out of my bed and stepped out of the house under the moonless sky. Everyone seemed to have passed out with no trace of movement. I searched for Marcus's bed from a distance.I walked further down when I couldn't see him until I came across an empty bed. His sexy scent! I lied down on his bed for a moment, deeply inhaling the scent from the pillow that he laid on. It calmed my nerves after a full day of exertion, and I was tempted to close my eyes. But wait! Where was he?I walked to the edge of the hillfort facing the village and saw a silhouette walk down toward the oak grove. Was it Marcus? or Neill? Did Neill come to visit me and then Marcus caught him? I have to get
Alternate World One, Week 2They called it 'Taming the barbarians'; did they have any idea how inhumane they were?They beat all captives from the Celtic villages to submission, not literally physical beating, but by showing them the taste of prison life with no food for a week. Almost anything sounded better after that, especially death, was a welcome change.We were kept in tiny enclosures, alone, with just dirty water to quench our thirst. If we tried to talk to each other, we were brutally punished. Even the sound of our breathing annoyed some of these guards.There was no sign of Marcus all these days. He must be busy raiding more villages and taking more prisoners.After one week of starving us, they trained us. They put the men through a rigorous strength training routine; after a week of starvation followed by a week of brutal training, they killed off the weak. The survivors were put through the next round of training with weapons, and the
I walked to the dining area, excited about seeing Marcus finally. Even the sight of a ruthless version of him was better than no sight of him at all. Thankfully, he was the only one eating. I hated to face his dad or Cassia. And I still haven't figured if Laelia or Tulio were in this already wretched world. "Who the fuck gave you permission to change things around?" He asked me with an icy glare. His words didn't sink in yet because I first wanted to look at him until it satisfied my heart. This was the longest we went without seeing each other.He was wearing the same shirt that I took out from my Marcus's closet when he was away, the same shirt that got ripped when we had sex for the first time.He pushed the bowl of mussels across the table toward me. They looked delicious; what the hell was his problem?"What's w-wrong?""Why do they taste so creamy?""Are you lactose intolerant?""I am what? I will whip y
Unlike theAvia that I was used to seeing, the one in this world was grim-faced. It looked like she forgot to smile a long time ago.Marcus's father also joined us for dinner. He was not happy at all about seeing me next to Marcus. Did he not know that we were faking it?Marcus, on the other hand, was great at pretending. The minute we came into his grandma's view, he released the painful grip on my arm and placed his hand on my waist gently."Such a cute face. She's beautiful," she beamed at me. "You carry yourself very well in our clothes."He pulled me closer before pulling a chair for me to sit. Whenever he looked at me or came so close to me, my pulse rushed and I went breathless. It was like falling for him all over again.Aviagrilled me by asking several questions about where and how I met him, why I liked him, and if I am not bothered by his ruthless nature.Most of the questions she asked were already on
It was one of the strength training days of the week for us. And it was also the last day of week two in this world. The sky was the deepest, brightest blue; probably considered a beautiful day under different circumstances.Marcus has been avoiding me as much as possible, and I was getting anxious about the consequences of spending the last of the three weeks aimlessly. I had the habit of doing school assignments at the last minute, but usually, I at least had a vague idea about what to do and how to do it. This live assignment which involved surviving in such a shitty world was a task in itself. What could I possibly achieve in this remaining one week?I was doing a primitive version of track and field when I saw Devin approaching me quietly. He passed by me, running back and forth a few times to convey a message."Tonight, after dinner, be close to the kitchen garden."He sprinted across the grass field for a couple of minutes before passin
If only I had a couple more minutes to find the portal before getting caught. But where did the portal lead to? Chicago? Or to a different place?My mind was in a mess as Marcus circled around me on his horse, waiting for my next move. I was in no state to move. My ankle was throbbing with pain, and I was too frustrated about coming this close to finding the portal and not knowing where it was.Marcus leaned down, wrapped his arm around my waist, and picked me up to sit in front of him sideways.I was way too familiar with this situation. The only difference was that now it made total sense. My Marcus is so sweet that it's impossible to imagine him chasing me through a forest at night.It also made sense why I wanted to touch him and run away from him at the same time. I couldn't resist the temptation to run my hand over his face. He looked so sexy when mad.But saying that he was mad at me would be an understatement. I was too scared t