, Simone seizes a dark bargain with the Lycan king: marry him for a year, gain power, and unleash her thirst for vengeance. As she’s pulled deeper into his shadowed world, Simone realizes she’s more than a pawn to him. But things take a twisted turn as she finds out he had been cursed and yet —a passionate, dangerous pull binds them together… “stop groveling, you'll hurt your knees.” She complained, worried about me; her little action and sensitivity had caused my cock to throb harder in my pants, I loved dominant women. “I like it this way, I'm where I ought to be.” I whispered, sending trails of kisses from her feets to her laps once more. “Where is that?” She asked with a smug grin, yanking me by the hair, causing me to flinch backwards, “On my knees,” I whispered. Parting her thighs, my fingers sliding through. “On my knees, before you. Mi amor.”
ดูเพิ่มเติมSimone's povA light yawn eased through my lips as soon as I pushed my eyes open. I rolled around in bed, a smile stretched on my lips as soon as I recalled the previous night.“Giovanni?” I called out, but he wasn't in bed and didn't seem to be in the bathroom either, immediately I got worked up,why wasn't he around?.Did it perhaps have something to do with our sex last night? Did he think of it as a mistake? Did he wake up only to regret sharing the same bed with me?.All sorts of negative thoughts seeped into my mind, but then I knew I needed to gather every positive mindset I could take. I waited for a few more minutes in bed with my eyes lingering against the door, hoping he would make his way in any moment after that, but nothing happened.Soon, I became restless and scared. I couldn't wait anymore. I deserve an explanation. Why on earth would he sleep with me just to ghost me, I didn't do anything wrong last I recalled. I needed to set some facts straight.I pushed myself off
SIMONE'S POV.I'd cried to sleep and woken up with the most bitter, painful wrench in my heart. At first, I darted my gaze around, confused as to why I was in so much pain, only to recall the nerve-shattering emotions crashing down on me in waves.I missed Lazaro terribly. It was wrong for me to hate someone so much yet need him just as badly. And my own mate wasn’t making my present situation any easier for me.He had gone the entire night fucking her, on my best guess—little Miss Ciara, with the perfect gestures and the most elegant smile. She knew he was mated, married, and yet she’d given me that bullshit about duty, spoken like a true patriarch.Too bad I was a woman too, and I knew for a fact emotions like that were nothing but a plain-ass lie. A knock on my door drew me out of my thoughts, and a wide scowl marred my face.I ignored the first and second knocks, hoping whoever it was would get the sense to walk away.“Simone?” the voice called, causing goosebumps to line across m
.GIOVANNI'S POVA false smile stretched on my face as I walked through the doors of the hall already brimming with life — music, dances, loud chants, and echoes. Everyone had been at the party, smiles on their faces. Everyone but me.“The groom finally made it. Took you long enough,” Lord Ted spoke, smiling widely as he gestured for me to walk closer to the other elders.“I’m proud of you, for sticking to your duties and rights. We all have to say we are genuinely impressed,” Lord Thomas asserted.I shrugged, pulling away from their clasps with irritation, my eyes taking note of each one of them. Of course, for them, it was due for a celebration of some sort — this mockery they had put up for me.It was more than that to me. They always wanted to get the last bit, and now they’d forced this girl on me, claiming it was time to bear them an heir.I’d never loved anyone like I did love Simone, and I couldn’t place the pressure of bearing me another child knowing she had just returned an
.SIMONE'S POV.The greatest pain a man could bear was the loss of his child — a child he knew nothing of its existence. And now, I regret the words slipping through my lips.“How… did this… happen?” Giovanni asked, his face void of color. I watched the grief set in slowly, but above that, I couldn’t tell him the truth — I could cause a bigger rift than I already did.“I wasn’t healthy enough. I was mourning your death… I had a miscarriage, Giovanni,” I lied.The words were heavy, tasted like venom on my lips as his gaze dropped. His eyes screwed shut for a while, and then silence followed between us — none saying a thing to the other. I watched seconds agonizingly melt into minutes before he nodded slowly, making his way past me without voicing another word.“Say something… do something,” I called after him, drained of any form of energy myself. He glanced sideways at me with a fake smile, his palm resting gently on his side of the bed.“This… child you lost — tell me the truth, Simo
GIOVANNI'S POVSimone was safe, with me.Back to me.Here with me.So why wasn’t it feeling like victory? Why couldn’t I stop this angst, this confusion that burrowed its way into my nerves and felt almost like pain?I needed to know, to understand what it was really about. I clasped my teeth together, drowning beneath my pain as I stared long and hard at her, laid in my bed, wrapped up beneath the blanket. If anything, something must have gone wrong.Seeing that he’d had to knock her out stone cold before bringing her to me — the way she stirred slowly in her sleep, mumbling inaudible gibberish — meant they’d gotten into a rift. But how?A slight knock settled on the door, drawing me back to reality when a frown settled onto my face. Biting slowly on my lip to draw blood, I glanced backward, seething with fury when the knock came again — this time not so gently.“Come in,” I snapped, unable to hide my already growing irritation when Garson marched past the doors, lines of tension evid
LAZARO'S POV.Shit.She knew. There was no way I could hide things from her anymore. It had been one of my biggest pains and problems—I’d always been a pro at keeping my emotions locked. And I sure as hell didn’t survive a century beneath the radar, remaining alive, by suddenly being an open book that could be read through.It had its upside and downside.Just like how Simone was staring at me like I was the most despicable thing to ever exist to man. Just as she wouldn’t stop gawking at me, lines of anger formed on her temples. Just as irritated as she was, I could see through each one of those reactions.But I’d also seen her uncertainty. She understood how bad things were now. Not only had she gotten married to me, she’d slept with me. But that didn’t seem to be the only reason.I could feel the sudden outburst of emotions. I could see them in her face, but I could also feel them at heart.If her problem wasn’t the fact that she’d married me or fucked me, then it couldn’t be that s
SIMONE'S POV.Dragging out a faint sigh, I parted my eyelids, yawning lazily while pushing up in bed. My eyes roamed across the room before a painful stab at my heart earned a sniffle from me. I trailed my hands across my belly, the bump now gone — a painful reminder of what I'd lost and how I’d lost it.My child was dead, gone, and I’d never be able to forgive myself for it. Till the day I drag out my very last breath, sniffing hard, a mist of tears formed in my eyes, and I raised my palm to wipe them off.I stopped, examining the coldness of the ring against my finger. My breath hitched, and my heart hammered in my chest as I stared at it.Anxiously, I wiped off the tears, blinked hard once, then twice — but it remained the same. The ring was there, unmoving. Gently, I pulled it off, and it was damn sure the same ring — the one Giovanni had given me on our wedding.How did it get here? Had I brought it myself? I had forgotten all about it, wanting to bury the painful memories of his
GIOVANNI'S POVI was somewhere else entirely. My mind was replaying the moment Lazaro looked me in the eye and told me she was dead."She didn’t survive," he had said, voice even, void of anything human.Liar.The bastard was good, I’d give him that. He held my gaze, let me take in every inch of his soulless expression, and made sure there wasn’t a single crack to slip through. But I had been watching him for years, long before this war started, long before he became anything more than a nuisance.And something had been off.I’d known for weeks now, but tonight... tonight I was certain.“She’s alive, isn’t she?”Garson stood across from me, arms folded, his expression unreadable, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed like he was holding back the urge to slam them into the nearest surface. He didn’t look surprised. Of course, he didn’t. The man saw everything, knew everything before I even opened my mouth.He was waiting for me to say it.“She is,” I confir
SIMONE'S POVA loud groan eased off my lips as I turned in bed, pushing my eyes open. A frustrated grunt escaped my lips as I tried taking in my current surroundings.I was in a sanctuary, drips strapped into my arms. I swallowed hard, parting my eyes even wider.My body ached terribly as I pushed myself up, then it all came dawning on me—the loss of my baby, the journal, the cave, and finally Lazaro.I felt a sharp stab of pain in my heart, my heart drummed hard in my chest. This wasn’t... This was...“Simone?” Lazaro’s voice called out as I raised my gaze in sync with him.“You are awake,” he asked. He looked a mess, his hair was disheveled, he looked weak, in pain, and I... I was certain he'd looked better when we had seen each other last.“You killed my baby!” I screamed with anger surging into me. I yanked the drip off my fingers before storming towards him. All I felt was anger, I struck him in the face and rammed my fists continuously into his chest, but he didn't speak.“You t
SIMONE .My hands became shaky, and tears brewed up in my eyes. I refused to believe what fate had in store for me. The reality became way too harsh to handle, and I swallowed hard. My heart was racing in my chest while my eyes remained pinned on the text message on the phone.“I'm pregnant. Let's meet at the usual spot. We have a lot to plan away from your barren mate, of course.” The text read, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces while my eyes glanced over the contents repeatedly.I always knew something was wrong. It's been through my marriage to Marcel; the first two years were blissful, but then he became cold. I'm in my third year, and I wasn't sure what had caused it. I believed it was one of the burdens that came with being alpha.He had spent a few nights out for several months still keeping things away from me. I didn't question his reasons; he was alpha, and more still, I knew my marriage to him had begun teetering at the edge. I couldn't bear to lose him, so I kept ...
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