~Storme~Almost a week after, and nothing has changed. Marcellus must still not have believed anything that Geniee told him, because from the next day, I noticed a particular set of guys following me discreetly wherever I went.Five werewolves whom I was sure were omegas. They were so bad at being discreet that I wondered how they had survived for so long as the king’s spies.Because of this as well, I also minimized the time I spent with Theo. I was already desperately missing him, but all I could do was talk to him through our mind-link. Our phones were almost useless.Ever since I gained the mind-link ability, I barely knew where my phone was, unless there was something that I needed to research on or a book that I needed to read from my favorite author.Which was why I decided to come to the library this afternoon. Theo had said that it contained almost everything one might want, and with its gigantic structure, that was to be expected.“Where could it be?” I muttered as I searche
~Theo~The second Storme stepped out of her room, I knew I was in trouble.“You look…stunning” I gushed.If I was being honest, she looked more than stunning. So stunning that I could barely breathe properly as I looked at her. She was like a moonlit lake. A sunrise breaking through the clouds.She had no idea what she did to me. No idea how dangerously good she looked when she walked toward me, the mini sequined dress riding up her thighs, her lips painted a sinful shade of red.Red. Just like I asked.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, letting my gaze sweep over her, slow and deliberate.“You listened.” My voice came out rougher than I intended.She arched a brow, tilting her chin up. “Of course I did. But this better be worth it.”I grinned, pushing off the frame and closing the distance between us. “Oh, baby doll,” I murmured, brushing my thumb along the curve of her bottom lip. “It’s going to be more than worth it.”Storme’s breath hitched, but she held her ground. That was
~Theo~The car pulled up at the first ever property that I single-handedly funded myself. The Castillo Hideaway. I’d been a little younger when I named it, and I kinda regret the way the name sounds to me now.The hideous name, however, didn’t change the nature of the place. A large expanse of land which has a natural balance between modernity and nature, making it a perfect mix for both werewolves and humans.I watched with satisfaction as Storme’s eyes lit up. Her hands came up and covered her mouth as she turned 360 degrees.“What is all of this? Is it a different world from the one we live in? It’s big enough to be a town!”“That’s mostly the concept of the architecture. A world where humans and werewolves can cohabit differently. That’s why you see a mix of both worlds. And to do that, lots of lands need to be utilized.”Storme exhaled softly. “This is… breathtaking.”I stepped beside her, tucking my hands into my pockets. “Told you it would be worth it.”She shot me a giggle.
~Theo~The dinning space was just as I’d instructed it to be. Sparsely decorated with big attention to details. It was a rooftop garden with a breathtaking view of the skyline. Decorated with soft lights, fresh flowers, and a candlelit table set for just the two of us.Soft music filtered through the background, aided by a pianist hidden well around the space.“My queen,” I said to Storme, gesturing to the seat that I’d drawn out, and bowing slightly.“Why, thank you, my sweet prince,” Storme replied jokingly, amusement filtering into her voice.I watched with satisfaction as her eyes roved around the settings appreciatively. But suddenly, her pretty forehead creased with a frown.“Are we the only ones here? I don’t think that I’ve seen any other person here except the chef.”“I didn’t want any interruptions, so I told the manager to hold off giving out rooms. Right now, it’s just the two of us here.”“Isn’t that a bit too much?” Storme asked, the napkin frozen in her hands.I shook
~Theo~I went in harder, spanking her until all the area around her ass was as red as Santa’s suit, and her pussy was flowing with juices.The imprints of my palm showed very visibly on her ass, making me feel very dominating and possessive.“Look at you dripping all over my hand when I haven’t even touched you.” I taunted, playing around all the areas around her pussy but the one place I was so sure that she wanted me to be.“Now, do you understand how you made me feel at dinner?” I growled, slapping her pussy.Her body vibrated, and she moaned unrestrained. “Yes. I’m sorry.”I slapped her pussy again, this time targeting her swollen clit. “How sorry are you?”“Very…” she trembled as I withdrew my palm, “Sorry.”“Will you do that ever again?” Another slap. A painful one this time.“N-no.”I brought my hand up to my face, and the sight of her juice coated all over my palm dried my throat up. I couldn’t resist licking it off, and my god, that has to be the tastiest thing in this life.
~Theo~I kissed her again.Right there.In the car.With the King walking toward us.Storme let out a muffled sound of protest, but I felt the way her body betrayed her, the way she trembled slightly beneath my touch.I smiled against her lips, dragging my fingers slowly up her thigh, savoring every second. She bit down hard on my bottom lip, nipping it a bit.“Ooh, trying the rough way now, are we?” I asked, dabbing the little drop of blood that came from the bite.“Well, you love it rough, don’t you? Surely you can withstand a little bite.” She cooed and claimed my lips again, swiping her tongue over the nip before deepening the kiss.I felt so blessed, being mated with a beautifully unique woman who could match my energy at any time. A very lucky man I am.Bang. Bang. Bang.A sharp knock against the window shattered the moment.Storme jerked away from me, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to collect herself. Her hands immediately smoothed down her dress, her lips pr
~Storme~I paced around my room, gazing occasionally from my window to see if I could get a glimpse of Theo and the king. I wondered what they could possibly be talking about.It’s almost been thirty minutes and they haven’t gotten back. I haven’t seen signs of either Theo or his father.Maybe he already knew about us? Or was it about Theo’s mating to his chosen mate?I exhaled deeply and plopped on the bed. I’ve always known that the risk of what Theo and I were doing was too much.A knock rapped at my door as I was still berating myself, and a servant walked in.“Your Highness, the king is demanding to see you right now.”My heart jumped straight into my mouth. I swallowed hard, trying to put on a mask of indifference.“The king? Did he tell you why he wanted to see me?”The maid shook her head. “He just said to make sure you come to his room immediately.”I waved the maid away and straightened my clothes. I haven’t had the chance to take off the shimmery dress that I’d used for the
~Storme~“I can’t believe this. How could you betray my trust in this manner? I trusted you!”I couldn’t tell if I was upset because she had lied to me, or because it was with the last person that I expected it to be. And why does everyone need to sneak around to love themselves? Is there no more free love in the world?Grace stood by the window, her head bowed deeply. Her lips parted as if to explain herself, but I beat her to it."What were you thinking? I thought we were closer than that. You couldn’t even tell me about that?"Grace flinched but quickly lifted her chin in defiance. "Your Highness, it's not what you think. We weren’t—""I saw you," I cut her off. "By the lake. You and Fred. You were kissing. A minute later and you two would have swallowed each other’s faces. Do you still want to tell me that it isn’t what I think it is?"Color bloomed across her cheeks, and she looked down again. I knew that I was being too touchy about a subject that wasn’t really mine to care abou
~Storme~I didn’t know how long I’d been here. The dungeon didn’t offer much in the way of timekeeping, but I’d counted the times sunlight filtered through the tiny grate high up on the wall. Two days. Maybe three. I couldn’t keep counts anymore.My throat burned. My lips were cracked. My stomach had stopped growling. Now, it just hurt. They hadn’t given me food. No water. Nothing but the cold floor and the stink of dirt and rot for comfort.Theo’s visit had given me a little bit of hope. Seeing him gave me a strength that I’d lacked these past days. And knowing that he was okay made me happy. But now that he was gone, I was back to my old helpless self.I curled tighter into myself, trying to fight the dizziness. But it was no use. That was when it happened again.I stood in a wide open field that looked oddly familiar like the field I used to run to for comfort in the Normadic Wolves. In front of me was the same woman I’d seen before in these visions that I’ve had.This time, there
~Theo~Pain greeted me before my consciousness stepped in. It was sharp, seated in the back of my head like a hammer was trying to split my bone in two. I groaned, and dragged a hand across my face, a skull-cracking headache romancing the entirety of my head. As my eyes opened, everything came back to me in blinding flashes: Storme’s broken expression, her being dragged away, my father’s voice accusing her of treason and condemning her to death.I shot upright immediately, the migraines suddenly forgotten. Theo and Grace watched with puzzled expression as they tried to hold me still. But that wasn’t the plan for me.“Theo, wait—!”Fred’s voice was too late. I was already yanking off the sheets and throwing my legs over the side of the bed. Before I could leave my room, he blocked my path, concern written all over his face. “You can’t just jump out of bed and leave, Theo. You need to rest. You’ve been unconscious since last night.”“Where is she?” I rasped.Fred lowered his eyes, atte
~Storme~The cold was worse tonight. Not the kind that seeped through bones, but the kind that makes you think about the vicissitudes of life. The uneven floor pressed against my spine like cracked, jagged teeth, and each breath I took was filled with the stale, damp air. My wrists ached where the silver chains had rubbed my skin raw, and my lips were dry, cracked. Grace hadn’t been allowed to visit. I hadn’t seen another face all day. Only rats. And silence. And shadows.“Is this really how I’m going to die? Without seeing people that I love?”A choked sob escaped my throat. I was weak. I was too weak to fight. My back was still aching with the strokes of canes that the guards had lashed out on me after the trial, which I learned was the alpha king’s command.That devil in disguise.What kind of man was he anyway? Even if he was furious with y actions, could he not even spare his own son? He had stood there, watching as Karen injected his son with a substance that could be dangerous
~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