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Zelda“Zelda!” Drake called out, his voice desperate and pleading. He barged into the room, his eyes wild, his clothes disheveled. The smell of alcohol wafted off Drake, I quickly stood up to support him.He looked at me. I could see the regret and love in his eyes. “I apologize for hurting you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you more than anything.” He stood there, vulnerable and unguarded, his words raw and honest. And at that moment, all of my anger and hurt melted away. And at that moment, I knew I still loved him. “I know that my mistake in the past caused you pain and is still affecting us,” he continued, “But please can we–?Before he could finish his sentence, I leaned in and kissed him. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of acceptance, of love. We stood there, locked in a moment of pure emotion, our bodies pressed together.Our kiss deepened, our lips moving in perfect synchronicity. He quickly lifted me up, my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling
My Father My Mate Not In The Stars
ZeldaI awoke to a bed of cool silk sheets, the warmth of the morning sun streaming in through the window. I stretched my arms overhead, luxuriating in the morning light. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I glanced around the room, a knot forming in my stomach as I realized Drake was not there. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest, my heart sinking with disappointment. I had expected to find him by my side, his arms wrapped around me. But the room was empty, the space beside me cold and empty. Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” I groaned.I leaned back against the pillows, pulling the sheets up to my chest. “What is it?” I said, irritation seeping into my voice. “Your morning medicine, my lady,” the maid replied. I watched as she took a mortar and pestle from the table, grinding herbs and mixing them together with practiced precision. I felt a surge of irritation as she worked, the scent of bitter herbs filling the air. I didn't want to take the m
My Father My Mate Not Doing Well
Zelda“Are you sure about what you are telling me?” I asked, my voice shaking. The maid nodded, her eyes wide. “I swear it's the truth, my lady,” she said. I didn't know what to think, my mind, racing with confusion and fear. “You can go,” I said, my voice softer than I'd intended. She hesitated, her gaze locked on mine. “My lady, please,” she said, her voice quivering. “Please don't tell anyone I told you, not even the Alpha.” I studied her face, searching for any sign of deception. But her eyes were filled with fear, “Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said, smiling.As soon as the door closed behind the maid, I was alone in the room, pacing back and forth. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything she'd told me. I had to do something, but what? Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I rushed to the bathroom, my hand covering my mouth as I bent over the sink. I gasped for breath, the room spinning around me. The nausea slowly subsided, leaving me weak and trembling.
My Father My Mate Make Things Worse
ZeldaI woke to an empty bed. No Drake. I sighed and rolled over, the sheets cool where his body had been. A sense of loneliness crept over me, like a shadow stretching its dark tendrils across the room. I sat up and ran my fingers through my messy hair. The soft sunlight streamed in through the window, casting dust motes in the air. I let out a long, weary sigh.I got out of bed, my body stiff from sleeping alone. I stretched my arms overhead, my muscles groaning in protest. I struggled to my feet, my legs unsteady as I made my way out of the room. I walked down the hall, the cold stone floor chilling my feet. I felt a sense of urgency, a desperate need to find the maid who had revealed something about Zelda to me.I turned the corner, heading towards the servants' quarters. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I leaned back against the wall, my head spinning. The nausea returned, twisting my stomach into knots. Was it the medicine? I wondered, my mind raci
My Father My Mate Alpha In The Kitchen
ZeldaI stood there, rooted to the spot, my body trembling. The maid's grip on my hands tightened. “My lady, you must control yourself,” she said, her voice urgent. I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I was unable to speak, unable to think. A low moan came from behind the door, followed by a soft whimper. I could feel my blood running cold, my heart sinking in my chest. I was alone. Drake was in there with Amelia, leaving me to deal with this nightmare on my own.I was just about to push open the door when I heard a voice from behind me. “What are you doing out here?” I spun around to see Drake standing there, his face flushed. My eyes widened, my mind racing. If Drake was here with me, then who was with Amelia? And what was that sound? I opened my mouth to ask Drake, but no words came out. With trembling hands, I pushed the door open, bracing myself for what I would find. I could not have prepared myself for the sight that greeted me. There, in the middle of the room, were Am
My Father My Mate Ruined
Drake“She's four months gone,” the midwife said, and I let out a groan of frustration. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was in shock, my mind reeling with the implications of her words. I stood up and walked towards Amelia, a storm of rage and disbelief swirling within me. As I neared her, I could see the fear in her eyes. I knew I was about to do something. I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. The sound of the slap reverberated through the room, and I heard gasps.“Drake, please!” Zelda cried out, but I ignored her. I was so consumed by anger and betrayal that I couldn't hear her words. I was focused only on Amelia, who was still on the floor, her cheeks bright red from my slap. I watched as she rubbed her face, her eyes wide with fear. A part of me felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming rage that consumed me. I stood there, breathing heavily, my hands clenched into fists. I could feel my nails digging into my palms, b
My Father My Mate Effect Of Poison
ZeldaThe room was silent, the air thick with tension. Everyone in the room turned to me, waiting for my command. “Don't kill her,” I said, my voice, steady and firm. I turned to Drake, my expression impassive. “Are you listening to yourself, Zelda? This woman is the reason you're in pain. The reason you don't have a child.” Drake's words were harsh, his face contorted with anger. I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes. “Enough,” I said, my tone brooking no argument. "This is my decision, I want you to grant me.”“Let's have a talk outside,” Drake said, his voice low and gentle. I nodded, my mind still reeling from everything. We walked out of the room, the cool air of the night enveloping us. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching my face. I managed a smile. “I'm fine,” I said, my voice strained. His hand was warm on my arm as he supported me, guiding me down the path. The silence was heavy, the tension between us palpa
My Father My Mate Effect Of Poison 2
Drake The sweet smell of pancakes and coffee filled the air, gently coaxing me from my slumber. I opened my eyes, the sun's rays streaming in through the window and almost blinding me. I blinked and sat up, groaning as I stretched my stiff muscles. I took a deep breath, savoring the comforting scents of breakfast and home. I felt a wave of contentment wash over me, a feeling of peace at this moment of stillness. I looked up, my eyes widening in surprise. There, standing in the doorway, was Drake, holding a tray of breakfast. “Don't tell me you made this?” I said, my voice full of disbelief. “What if I did?” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. He placed the tray on the bed, the smell of pancakes and coffee filling the air. “The Alpha in the kitchen? What will people say?” I teased, a smile playing on my lips. “Let them talk,” he said, his eyes soft as he caressed my cheek.I took a bite of the food, trying to keep my expression neutral. But it was awful. I forced a smile,
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