“C…Carol…” I managed to moan, but it was too late, I exploded into her mouth, and I felt my seed running down her throat.Surprisingly though, she didn’t stop. It only fueled her even more. She sucked every last drop out of me and when she was sure there was nothing left, she released me with a pop
Carol’s POV“Alpha Aiden, I wasn’t expecting you to join us for training this morning,” King Bennet said questionably as we walked into the witchery room at the back end of the manor. Bennet looked at me with a frown when we walked into the room, hand-in-hand, and then he narrowed his eyes at Aiden.
His meaning was not lost on Aiden, and he nodded.“Thank you, your majesty,” Aiden said, bowing his head.“Now, if you’ll excuse us. We have a lot of training to do today,” King Bennet said, standing to his feet.Aiden and I stood as well, and he turned to face me.“Have a good session; I’ll see you
Carol’s POV“You want me to what?” I gasped, turning to look at my biological father.He smirked and folded his arms across his chest.“Read her mind,” he answered with a casual shrug. “If you truly have your mother’s powers, it shouldn’t be too difficult with a little training.”“How do you expect
I nodded at his words.“And that’s all?” I asked. “I just think about where I want the object to go?”He shook his head.“You have to say “Mossa” while you do so. It’s the Italian word for move,” he explained.I nodded thoughtfully.“Okay, I told him. “I think I can do that.”For the next serval hou
Carol’s POV“You can’t be serious,” I said, astonished.Aiden let out a deep growl as he stood protectively in front of me.“You aren’t taking my wife anywhere,” Aiden growled.“Step aside, Alpha. Unless you want to join her in the dungeon,” King Bennet growled in return.I put my on the back of Aid
“Word of advice… don’t eat the food they bring you. I’m lucky enough because they want to keep me alive for whatever fucking reason. But you… I have a feeling they’d be happier if you weren’t around.”I swallowed the lump in my throat.“I was poisoned once,” I said softly.“Exactly,” she murmured, h
Third Person POV“Queen Emalyn, you must keep your strength up, please eat something,” Morgan said as she placed a plate of food on Emalyn’s bedside table. Morgan was originally for a different coven, but they were kind enough to send her to assist the queen during her difficult labor. Everybody was