, 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.”
View MoreGIOVANNI'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
.LAZARO'S POVI couldn't wait anymore, it wasn't getting any better.A low grumble escaped my lips as I pushed myself off the bed, my sight was blurry, my body limp, every bit of me shattering.I couldn't hold on anymore, I needed to do this. Slowly, I scampered to my feet, wiping off the tiny coat of sweat on my temples.Propping myself to my feet, I tried as best as I could to keep my pain masked and my expression cold as I dragged my feet towards Simone's room.The guards all tensed up seeing me and were quick to bow as a courtesy.“Simone. I'd like to speak to her, alone,” I ordered the guard by the door. He exchanged confused glances with his peers before moving his confused gaze back in line with mine.“She left, just now, for the East Wing. There was a letter, she said you had given her, claiming you both needed your privacy,” the guard responded, stuttering as he spoke, visibly shaking.“What letter?!” I asked, creasing my eyebrows into a frown.“A note... some words were scr
. SIMONE'S POV I woke up to an empty bed again. I dare to say I had gotten quite used to it. As a matter of fact, I had begun adapting to a hell of a lot more things than I previously did. My drowsy gaze lifted towards the window. It was bright out. Slowly, I dragged my feet towards the door. My morning strolls were the only thing that kept me sane. I turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t budge. Rubbing my palms lazily over my face, I did it again. And then again. Nothing. It was locked. My breath hitched as the reality dawned on me. I couldn’t keep up with locked doors. It was bad enough that he had guards after me the entire time— pinning, watching, waiting for me in all corners of the house. And now, he'd just lock me in? Not that I had anywhere to go, but I enjoyed knowing I still had a sense of freedom— which, apparently, had been cut off suddenly. Shoving my palms against the door once again, the lock was flipped from the other end, and Marcus's fac
LAZARO'S POVI left Simone’s chambers in a haste, my breath ragged, my entire body wounded tight with frustration. The thickening bulge in my pants was unbearable, pressing against the fabric with a throbbing insistence that refused to be ignored. No woman had ever left me this restless, this fucking desperate.I headed into my study, slamming the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls, but even in the darkness, I could still see her. Simone. Writhing beneath me, panting my name, begging for more.I growled under my breath, undoing my belt with a single flick. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my briefs, aching for relief. I dropped into the chair behind my desk, yanking my pants down just enough to free my throbbing cock which slapped against my belly, pulsing and twitching. thick, heavy in my grip, the tip already beaded with pre-cum. I exhaled sharply as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, giving the first slow, torturous st
.LAZARO'S POVI left Simone’s chambers in a haste, my breath ragged, my entire body wounded tight with frustration. The thickening bulge in my pants was unbearable, pressing against the fabric with a throbbing insistence that refused to be ignored. No woman had ever left me this restless, this fucking desperate.I headed into my study, slamming the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls, but even in the darkness, I could still see her. Simone. Writhing beneath me, panting my name, begging for more.I growled under my breath, undoing my belt with a single flick. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my briefs, aching for relief. I dropped into the chair behind my desk, yanking my pants down just enough to free my throbbing cock which slapped against my belly, pulsing and twitching. thick, heavy in my grip, the tip already beaded with pre-cum. I exhaled sharply as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, giving the first slow, torturous
SIMONE'S POVLazaro hadn’t fed from me in days.Not because he didn’t need to. Because he was holding back. Watching. Waiting.I saw it in the way his eyes darkened whenever I moved too close, in the way his breath hitched when my pulse quickened.He was unraveling and I could feel myself unraveling with him.When he finally summoned me, I wasn’t surprised.His chamber was dimly lit, the scent of burning cedar heavy in the air. He stood by the window, his posture rigid, his fingers curled around the stem of a wine glass filled with nothing but emptiness."Come here."It wasn’t a request. He ordered in a cold and curt tone.My breath hitched, but I obeyed, drawn forward like prey caught in the gaze of a starving beast.When I reached him, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, turning it over with slow, deliberate intent. He traced the faint scars left behind from the last time he had fed, and I shivered."Do you know why I waited?" he murmured, his voice dark silk against my skin.I swall
SIMONE'S POVThe silence in the estate was suffocating. I had spent weeks pacing the floors, feeling every inch of this place wrap around me like a golden cage. The walls whispered Lazaro’s name, and his presence was inescapable—his scent lingering on the silk sheets, his voice reverberating in the halls long after he left them.I stepped into the garden, inhaling the night air, desperate for a moment of solitude. The roses stood tall, their deep red petals illuminated by the moonlight, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe.But it didn’t last."Running from me, little wife?"The deep, velvety tone sent a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly, my heart already racing as I found Lazaro standing at the edge of the stone path. His stance was relaxed, but the intensity in his eyes was anything but. A glass of wine dangled loosely from his fingers, but it was the way his gaze bore into me that made my knees weak.I took a step back.He took two forwards."Don’t play
.GIOVANNI'S POV.I arched an eyebrow, cursing beneath my breath. Of course, I hadn’t expected him to choose a peaceful conversation. I had hoped he’d go for war, opt for trouble, refuse me outright—but no. Instead, I received a message from him, asking to meet alone in the woods at some private manor of his. Last I checked, I was the sane one, and he was the bloodthirsty one. But something about him awakened the darkest parts of me. I wanted his face bloodied. I wanted him dead. Gone. But was that even possible? Maybe it was good he was around. My life had been nothing short of misery upon misery. I needed him around, in check, to keep me on my toes. Lazaro raised me. No one would expect that. It had taken everyone by surprise. But that was a secret I often kept to myself. He knew everything about me. And yet, how had I been so foolish? How had I not seen how he truly felt about me? I shoved the thought away. He had said we were cool , that all was fine. So I’d tak
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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