~Theo~“Please, have mercy on me. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”His pleas made me stop for a moment, and I deeply regarded the man who hung before me. The air was filled with the stench of sweat and blood, mixed with the heavy breathing of the prisoner.His wrists were bound tightly to a suspended chain, and his arms pulled back at an unnatural angle. Blood trickled down his body from the deep wounds on his body, staining the ground beneath his feet. I’d made sure to use a copious amount of wolfsbane to weaken his wolf.“And how am I supposed to believe you?” I asked, blocking my senses from any pity. “You’ve not been able to convince me.”His face was swollen and battered; his eyes barely open from the blows he’d taken. “T-that’s b-because I-I don’t…”Fred had arrested him a while ago as the suspect that we’d been looking for. He didn’t have the stench of a rogue, neither did he have their characteristics. But there was no telling even what a normal wolf could do when
~Storme~It was finally the day of the meeting. Honestly, it wasn’t something that I was looking forward to. Meeting my stepmother again after all these years was a wound that I didn’t want to reopen.But then; I guess I can’t escape things like this with the kind of position that I’d been given.Grace and I moved around, inspecting every inch of the room. Servants darted from one side to the other, arranging the last few details, ensuring everything was perfect before the arrival of the other Lunas.Everything looked just as it should. Elegant. Refined."Are you sure it looks alright?" I asked, glancing at the long table set for the Lunas of the different Packs. “I feel like this isn’t enough. Do you think more Lilies should be added to this table?”"Everything is in order, Your Highness," Grace reassured me, her smile soft. "Just relax. You’re ready for this."I wanted to believe her. I really did. But my heart was racing, and the nerves clawed at me, making it hard to focus on any
~Theo~“You’ve become really sloppy,” Fred said, swinging his blade at me. I narrowly avoided it, a tight grin curling at the corner of my mouth.“You're the one who’s sloppy,” I retorted, stepping back to regain my balance.I gripped the hilt of my sword tightly, my muscles straining as I dodged Fred’s attack. Perspiration formed on my face, and my breath came in short gasps.“You sure about that?”Fred’s attack came quicker this time. He directed a fake swing at me and immediately followed up with a quick jab. I blocked the strike, feeling the force of the return attack on my arm. “Alright,” Fred agreed reluctantly, “I’ll admit, you’ve gotten faster. But you can’t deny that you’re distracted.”“Distracted?” I raised an eyebrow as I brought my sword up to block his next attack.“You’ve been distant,” Fred said, pressing the attack. “I’ve noticed you haven’t been fully engaged during our trainings lately. It feels like your mind is somewhere else.”I didn’t answer him right away. He
~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
~Storme~“She’s been crawling into my bed every night, trying to seduce me. And while I was trying to leave the house a few minutes ago, she grabbed me and started to kiss me. I tried to stop her but I didn’t want to hurt her. She was too determined to have me in her bed by hook or crook”My jaw dropped at the blatant accusation that danced around the room. I shook my head frantically, knowing what would happen if I didn’t dispute the accusation.“That’s a lie!” I cried, “He tried to force himself on me. He tried to rape me!”I think I saw the colorful stars dancing around in my vision before I felt the pain that swished through me. I grabbed my cheeks, trying to douse the hotness that came with my stepmother’s slap.“Are you trying to call my son a bad person?” My stepmother snarled, her eyes a fiery furnace.“But it’s true. He’s been trying to force himself on me ever since you—”Another heavy slap sent me reeling and grabbing the air for anything to steady myself. I managed to open
~Storme~I had lost track of the days I spent in the dungeon. My body ached from the cold, and my stomach was hollow from the little food they gave me. I had fallen from an alpha’s daughter to a prisoner in a place that was more a grave than a room. My body trembled, both from the cold and the horror that had become my life.King Marcellus had thrown me down here like I was nothing, his punishment for my unwillingness to submit on that first terrible night. I had been naïve to hope that he might show mercy. But mercy was not something men like Marcellus possessed. He had taken from me, broken me, and now he had left me here to rot.When the guards finally came to release me, my first instinct was disbelief. I was released with orders, barked at with as little care as if I were a dog. “Wash up,” the guard said with a sneer. “The alpha wants you to prepare his food, and it better be perfect.”My throat was so dry that I couldn’t respond even if I had the strength. They left me in a sma
~Theo~I watched her as she hurried away, her head down, clutching the tray as if it were a lifeline. My eyes followed her, unable to tear themselves away. The girl, whoever she was, had just collided with me moments ago, sending everything flying to the ground, yet all I could think about was the jolt that shot through my body when our lips had almost touched.It wasn’t just a simple accident. There was something more, something different in that brief contact. My wolf stirred inside me, more alert than it had been in a long time, pacing in the back of my mind, restless and excited. I couldn’t understand why. Her scent lingered in the air; soft, delicate, and something else. My heart still hadn’t settled, thudding against my ribcage with an intensity I hadn’t felt in ages. I caught myself longing to feel her touch again, the warmth of her skin against mine.“Who is she?” I muttered under my breath, still staring down the corridor where she’d disappeared.“What’s that, Theo?” my beta
~Storme~Nothing had prepared me for the sight before me. It was perhaps the most deliciously forbidden thing that I’d ever laid my eyes on. The glorious naked body of the perfect stranger that I’d barged into on my way to king Marcellus’s room this afternoon.My eyes moved before my brain. Slowly trailing my hungry eyes down his chest, I couldn’t believe how someone could be so physically perfect. It was so glaring that the moon goddess certainly has her favorites.He had the chest of a bodybuilder, hard, as I already knew from when I bumped into him, wide and solid. A large wolf tattoo ran from his left chest down to his bulging biceps. It was beautiful, and one of the most unique tattoos that I’d ever seen. Little traces of hair formed on the hollow between his chest and ran down to his torso, making me desperately want to run my hands on them.Still unable to stop my eyes from trespassing, I followed the trail of hair down to the region where it stopped. And when I saw it, the sal
~Theo~“You’ve become really sloppy,” Fred said, swinging his blade at me. I narrowly avoided it, a tight grin curling at the corner of my mouth.“You're the one who’s sloppy,” I retorted, stepping back to regain my balance.I gripped the hilt of my sword tightly, my muscles straining as I dodged Fred’s attack. Perspiration formed on my face, and my breath came in short gasps.“You sure about that?”Fred’s attack came quicker this time. He directed a fake swing at me and immediately followed up with a quick jab. I blocked the strike, feeling the force of the return attack on my arm. “Alright,” Fred agreed reluctantly, “I’ll admit, you’ve gotten faster. But you can’t deny that you’re distracted.”“Distracted?” I raised an eyebrow as I brought my sword up to block his next attack.“You’ve been distant,” Fred said, pressing the attack. “I’ve noticed you haven’t been fully engaged during our trainings lately. It feels like your mind is somewhere else.”I didn’t answer him right away. He
~Storme~It was finally the day of the meeting. Honestly, it wasn’t something that I was looking forward to. Meeting my stepmother again after all these years was a wound that I didn’t want to reopen.But then; I guess I can’t escape things like this with the kind of position that I’d been given.Grace and I moved around, inspecting every inch of the room. Servants darted from one side to the other, arranging the last few details, ensuring everything was perfect before the arrival of the other Lunas.Everything looked just as it should. Elegant. Refined."Are you sure it looks alright?" I asked, glancing at the long table set for the Lunas of the different Packs. “I feel like this isn’t enough. Do you think more Lilies should be added to this table?”"Everything is in order, Your Highness," Grace reassured me, her smile soft. "Just relax. You’re ready for this."I wanted to believe her. I really did. But my heart was racing, and the nerves clawed at me, making it hard to focus on any
~Theo~“Please, have mercy on me. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”His pleas made me stop for a moment, and I deeply regarded the man who hung before me. The air was filled with the stench of sweat and blood, mixed with the heavy breathing of the prisoner.His wrists were bound tightly to a suspended chain, and his arms pulled back at an unnatural angle. Blood trickled down his body from the deep wounds on his body, staining the ground beneath his feet. I’d made sure to use a copious amount of wolfsbane to weaken his wolf.“And how am I supposed to believe you?” I asked, blocking my senses from any pity. “You’ve not been able to convince me.”His face was swollen and battered; his eyes barely open from the blows he’d taken. “T-that’s b-because I-I don’t…”Fred had arrested him a while ago as the suspect that we’d been looking for. He didn’t have the stench of a rogue, neither did he have their characteristics. But there was no telling even what a normal wolf could do when
~Storme~Eventually, after Theo left, Grace returned to my room. Her sharp eyes immediately took in the disheveled state of my bed, the tangled sheets, and my tousled hair. She hesitated, a curious look flashing across her face.I barely had time to concoct a lie before she asked, her voice as gentle as ever, “Did you have a nightmare, Your Highness?”Her concern wasn’t entirely misplaced. The way I was tangled in my sheets, the faint signs of exhaustion on my face; it could easily suggest a restless night. But I didn’t exactly feel like explaining why I was in such a state. I couldn’t possibly tell her that I was exhausted from having too many orgasms from the king’s son."Why do you ask?" I replied.She gave a slight shrug, her lips curling into a small, polite smile. “Your hair,” she pointed out softly. “And your bedding... It looks like you were being chased by a demon.”Well, I guess we could call him that. Maybe an incubus?Nah, he was far from that. An incubus wouldn’t put my
~Storme~The next morning, after the crack of dawn, I slipped out of King Marcellus’s room. He was still deeply asleep, and didn’t move all through the night. There was a moment when I thought that he might have died, but his snores had said otherwise.I’d wanted him to wake up and still see me beside him, but he was taking too long. I was already very uncomfortable as it was and I needed to get a good sleep.I held my breath as I closed the door softly behind me. My feet moved on instinct, swift and silent, carrying me down the long corridor toward the sanctuary of my room.When I entered my room, the last thing I expected was to find Theo waiting for me.He stood near the window, bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun, his arms crossed over his chest. His piercing gaze locked onto mine the moment I stepped inside."Theo?" My voice was thick with surprise.Without answering, he stood and crossed the room in long, effortless strides. His hands found my waist, pulling me int
~Storme~The door to my room clicked shut behind me, but the touch of Theo’s fingers still lingered on my skin. I pressed my back against the cool wood, my chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths.My heart hadn’t calmed since dinner, and neither had the ache that pulsed through me, both from the pleasure Theo had ignited, and the shame that curled around me like smoke.I stumbled toward the edge of my bed, collapsing onto the soft bedding. My fingers grazed my thighs, the memory of his touch searing hot beneath them.“Goddess, what is wrong with me?” I muttered, clenching my thighs.I vividly remember the guards outside the doors looking at me funny when I came out of the dining hall. Could they have heard the unholy noises that we’d made? Or had they thought about how weird it was for the prince to send out every single servant in the room and shut the door while he was still alone with the queen?I should have felt disgusted. I should have been filled with guilt for
~Storme~Theo’s fingers were relentless. My pulse roared in my ears, louder than music, louder than any chatter around us. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to suppress a gasp when his finger slid into me. My wolf growled with pleasure and frustration; her instincts tangled with mine.“You look flushed. Is the food not to your liking?” the king asked, noticing my countenance.“No!” I quickly interjected. “It is. I’m just so happy that you’re okay.”Theo’s fingers didn’t stop. They teased and tormented, sliding with agonizing precision, dipping just enough to make me ache for more. His composure infuriated me the most. The way he sipped his wine and exchanged discussions, all while unraveling me beneath the table.The king continued, oblivious. “Tomorrow, the queen will meet with the women of the kingdom. A gathering to discuss the prosperity of our Packs. It’ll be your first meeting with them. You must organize them well.”I tried to nod, tried to respond, but Theo’s fingers slip
~Storme~It was finally time for the celebration meant to honor the king’s miraculous recovery. Marcellus decided to call a feast, which I didn’t really see as a feast because it was just the three of us –The king, Theo, and me – that were in attendance.According to Marcellus, he’d grown wary of people more than he used to be and wouldn’t want to incite harm on himself for the time being. Since it was a last-minute notification, Grace had to find me a suitable dress from one of my less-worn wardrobes.When I stepped into the hall, the king was already seated at his position at the head of the table. Theo sat on the left of the other end, which meant that I had to almost sit beside him. His eyes found mine the moment I walked in, their piercing gaze felt like they were stripping me bare.Walking briskly to my seat, I tried to ignore the appraising scrutiny that Theo gave me, and instead focused on the hall to deviate every unnecessary thought, especially since I’d just committed adu
~Storme~Luck wasn’t on my side today. Whatever it was that had pushed me to curse the King that day had disappeared. The darkness wasn’t there. I couldn’t feel it.I’d been there on my knees for hours, praying to whatever it was that might have inhabited me that day, to heal the king and restore him to what he used to be.Whatever this was, it wasn’t anything good. If hurting people was all it could do, I wanted no part in it. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Theo eventually found out that I was somehow connected to what happened to his father.King Marcellus might be a ruthless ruler, but he was still Theo’s father. I doubted that he would kiss a girl who hurt his father in an unearthly way.‘I think you need to calm down, Storme.’ My wolf whined. ‘You’ll wear yourself out at this rate. You know I’m not strong enough to help you.’I ignored her whining and kept on pacing the length and breadth of my room. Theo had ordered a search party to find the supposed cul