Storme: He’s my husband’s son. Craving his touch was never part of the plan. I was supposed to be a dutiful bride to his father while trying to gain the love of my father. But he came in and drowned me with his insatiable sexual appetite. Now all I have about him are wild and sinful thoughts. Theo: She couldn’t be my father’s bride. I didn’t think I could stand it once I thought about another man touching her. No other person could touch her… except me. I think I may have been bewitched by her, but I wanted to be in that hex forever. Now all I can think about is possessing her body. ***************************************** When hypersexual Storme was sold to the alpha king of the Castillo Tribe by her father, she felt that she was doomed and that there was nothing else left for her. Not until she met the alpha King’s son, Theo. Forbidden sparks fly and they’re unable to ignore the fire burning in them. But not until the same fire threatens to burn down their very existence and peace.
Lihat lebih banyak~Storme~After a torturous night and a nightmare that didn’t seem to end, it was past dawn. I could hear footsteps coming towards me. They were fast and hurried. I crawled out from the corner of the cell where I’d gone to avoid getting wet from the faulty ceiling, and blind-patted my way to the door.The cell door creaked open, and the torchlight stung my eyes. I blinked fast, adjusting to the sudden brightness. Before I could move, rough hands yanked me up by the arm. I winced.“Get up, slut,” a voice sneered.It was a voice that I would recognize even in death. Karen, my biggest antagonist yet.“The alpha king, in his great mercy, has decided to give you a fair trial. Even if we both know that it’s useless, he wants to give you a fighting chance.”The public trial. It was the nightmare of every accused wolf in Castillo Tribe. I wouldn’t call that a trial, because it was just an avenue to let the Tribe people do whatever they deem fit with you before you’re finally sentenced. It was
~Storme~This was almost like a second home to me. For someone who had spent the better parts of her growing up life in a dungeon, I guess I could call it just that. I’ve communed with mice and geckos more probably more than any so-called alpha’s daughter, or queen.The dungeon was pitch-black now. The little bit of light from the moon had disappeared, leaving only the sound of water dripping from the faulty ceiling, and the occasional scurrying rat to remind me that I was still alive.I curled tighter into myself, shivering on the cold, rough floor. My skin ached. My lip had split open again. The cramps on my lower belly was starting to act up again, and the nausea was starting to come back in torrents. The smell of everything in the dungeon irritated me.I closed my eyes, and concentrated on counting from 1-100 backwards. It was something that helped me whenever I felt anxious, or agitated. Somehow it brought me a little bit of peace. I felt myself becoming more relaxed, and my body
~Storme~The words hung in the air like a stubborn fog that has refused to clear away. For a moment, no one moved. Not even the guards.Theo snapped out of the shock first. “Don’t you dare!”Marcellus, whose eyes were now red, swallowed by rage, growled at the guards who were hesitant and confused on whose orders to obey. “Seize the traitor now!”I stumbled back as two armored guards lunged toward me. Theo struggled in the grip of the warriors still holding him, thrashing, snarling like a beast as the veins in his neck bulged. “Let me go! Storme—!”I tried to run away instinctively, even though I had no idea why I thought that it was a great idea, but one of them caught me by the waist and slammed me against the cold pillar. My cheekbone cracked against the cold stone, and I tasted blood again.“Stop!” Theo roared. “You can’t do this—”“I can do whatever I want with her!” Marcellus bellowed. “The sooner you understand and accept that fact, the better for you in this kingdom.”I fought
~Storme~It felt like I’d just signed my second death sentence when I noticed Marcellus and the guards behind him. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes had turned red. There was no denying what had happened between his son and me. there was no way I could deny it. Not with my dress almost off my body, and Theo’s shirt thrown away in a corner. The truth was just too glaring.“I can explain—” I started, trying to adjust my dress as decently as possible, my voice trembling as I stared at Marcellus’s wide, enraged eyes.But he didn’t let me finish. What happened next felt like it was edited in an extremely forward motion. I barely saw his fist before it slammed into Theo’s jaw with a crack that echoed throughout the room. I let out a gasp as Theo staggered backward, blood spraying from his lips.“No!” I rushed forward, but Theo caught himself before he fell. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked up at his father.“Don’t,” I whispered to him, begging with my eyes. “Pl
~Karen~The thanksgiving feast was an utter disaster in my eyes. From the moment Storme walked into the hall, basking in the attention of the alphas and dignitaries, to the Alpha King’s half-hearted speech thanking the Moon Goddess for sparing his queen’s life, every single second grated on my nerves.I’d kept my expression neutral, but inside, I was seething. I could tell that the Alpha King’s words were nothing but a formality, lacking any real emotion. His tone was dry, detached, as if he were merely checking off a duty on a long list of royal obligations. I almost rolled my eyes as he finished the dry speech.Favor? From the Moon Goddess? What a joke. If Storme had truly died, I would have personally made an offering to thank the heavens.But Theo had to push things further, of course, forcing me to say a prayer for my sworn enemy, someone that I would have snapped her neck as she sat pretty on that table if I had the opportunity.The prayers tasted like bile to me as I spoke, but
~Storme~{A WEEK LATER}Karen walked into the sitting room like she owned the place. She moved with an air of entitlement, her expression rigid as she sat across from me, smoothing her gown as if she were settling in for a long chat. I didn’t trust her presence, but I forced a polite smile expected from a queen."How are you doing?" she asked, her voice falsely sweet."I’m okay," I replied evenly.I knew better than to let my guard down around her. The event of the past days had made me know that Karen and I were sworn enemies who do not have a chance at coming together for peace. For someone who was willing to incinerate me even when it was obvious that I was alive, I wouldn’t put anything past her anymore.She offered a slow smile, tilting her head. "I must say, congratulations. You have quite the talent for cheating death. I’m almost envious."I gave a small, meaningless smile, but said nothing. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction."Are you ready for the feast this e
{NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DUAL POV FROM BOTH THEO AND STORME. HAPPY READING.}~Theo~A collective gasp rippled through the room. My own breath caught in my throat. I rushed closer, my hands shaking as I reached for Storme. I pressed my fingers to her throat, feeling for the impossible.And then I felt it. The faintest, most fragile thump beneath my fingertips.She was alive.The room erupted into chaos. Karen shrieked in protest. The king’s eyes darkened with an unsatisfied emotion. The guards shifted uneasily, looking to him for orders.“This is a trick,” Karen spat. “A game. You saw her, Theo! She was dead.”I barely heard her. My heart was pounding, my mind racing. Storme had been cold. Still. Dead. And now…Geenie turned to my father. “My king, this is a great omen. She was taken by the spirits, but they have returned her.”My father’s expression hardened. “Then we must finish what we started.”My blood ran cold. “What?”“If she was meant to live, she would not have been declar
~Theo~I wiped my hand clean on a white handkerchief, shaking off the last remnants of the blood clinging to me.“What’s going on?” I asked, turning to the guards.One of the guards who had gone to check out the alarm, stumbled forward. “The palace vault, My Prince. It’s on fire!”My body stiffened as I listened to the guard speak. The vault was close to where Storme’s body had been taken. If that was where she was, then there's a huge possibility that the fire might burn her body as well.Without another thought, I broke into a sprint.“Theo!” Fred’s voice rang out behind me. “It’s dangerous! Storme is already dead. The fire burning her body won’t matter now.”But it mattered to me. Even in death, she deserved peace. Not this.I shoved past the chaos, dodging the guards as they worked hard to put out the fire. The heat seared my skin, but I didn’t stop. When I reached the room, I heaved a sigh of relief.The fire hadn’t touched her yet.Storme lay on a tiny bed, draped in ceremonial
~Storme~“Per radicem et saxum, per ignem et mare, scutum lucia me circumdat clare. Nullum Malum transeat, nullum maneat, Haec custodia nocte dieque stet.”(By root and stone, by fire and sea, A shield of light encircles me. No harm may pass, no ill may stay. This ward shall hold both day and night)The murmurs surrounded me, rhythmic and steady, their cadence weaving through my half-conscious mind. The words felt familiar, yet distant, as if they were buried deep in my bones, waiting to be unearthed.I felt a hand on my chest as the chants continued, and it felt like someone was retracing the birthmark on the back of my wrist. A little pain permeated through my skin, but it stopped almost immediately. The chanting stopped as well.My eyes fluttered open. A dim, flickering glow illuminated the space around me. The scent of burning herbs and something earthy filled the air. A woman stood before me, stirring a bubbling pot over an open flame. Her face, lined with wrinkles that somehow m
~Storme~My hand slowly crept to my inner thighs as I imagined my mystery man touching me, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. My other hand found my nipples and started to rub on it, pausing occasionally to pinch it a little harder.“Mmhm” I moaned, allowing my other hand to gently flick around my pea.The pleasure that I got from that singular action was out of this world. My body bucked as I applied more pressure, my juices aiding in non-friction movements.I was supposed to be a virgin before I officially became mated to anyone, but my hyperactive sexual libido was a problem for me. Ever since I turned sixteen, I’d always been on heat most of the time. And mine comes without warning.Since I was to be a virgin, I found a way around everything. The problem was the hole, right? So, I didn’t bother with it. All those years, I’d played around with myself long enough to realize that all I needed to quench my sexual appetite was not in the hole.But rubbing around it right now wa...
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