Lianna: The rest of the day passed rather nicely. I was wrapped in Edward’s arms as our bodies tangled beneath the silk sheets. If I could, I’d stay like this forever, drowning in the quiet intensity of his gaze. But forever was a cruel fantasy, and reality had an annoying way of kicking in at the worst possible moments. I stretched, pressing a lazy kiss against his jaw. “Let’s go riding.” Edward hummed, his fingers tracing idle patterns down my spine. “Now?” I grinned, pushing up on my elbows. “Unless you’d rather stay here and let me ride you instead.” He burst into laughter. I loved the sound. “Tempting.” He caught my wrist and flipped me onto my back, his weight deliciously pressing me into the mattress. “But I’d rather take you on horseback where you can’t distract me.” I snorted. “Coward.” Chuckling, he rolled off me, and we both got up to dress. Within minutes, we were outfitted in our riding gear and making our way toward the palace exit. Just a
Lianna: The moment I stepped out of that room, my skin still prickling with the remnants of rage, I knew I couldn’t go back. Not to that chamber. I had gotten enough of him as a person who didn't know how to set simple boundaries. If I so much as saw Edward’s face right then, I might have killed him. And Mariel? Oh, I would have made it slow. With each step down the hallway, my anger burned hotter, my fingers twitching to set something ablaze. Instead, I latched onto the first thing I could control. Ingrid. She barely had time to process my approach before I snapped, “Move my things.” Ingrid blinked, her mouth parting slightly. “Did something happen?” I exhaled sharply, leveling her with a glare. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Get my things and move them to my old chambers. Now.” For a split second, she hesitated—an unforgivable offense. I arched a brow, daring her to defy me, and just like that, the doubt vanished. She straightened, and with a curt nod, she
Edward: I knew Lianna was mad—furious, actually. The kind of anger that didn’t just simmer but roared, threatening to consume everything in its path. I decided to give her some time to cool down, knowing that approaching her too soon would be like throwing myself into an inferno. Instead, I focused on the responsibilities I couldn’t ignore. Harvey and I had to be at the other Pack for a meeting, a tedious gathering filled with unnecessary posturing and debates over land disputes that could have been solved with a damn coin toss. I sat through the entire thing, nodding when necessary, offering my opinions where required, but my mind was elsewhere—on Lianna, on the way she had looked at me before she stormed off. By the time I returned to the palace, exhaustion clung to my skin like an unwelcome second layer. I was ready to find her, to talk, to fix whatever damage had been done. But the moment I stepped into our chambers, I froze. The space felt different. It was empty.
Lianna: I had no intention of stepping out of my chambers, not when my anger was still simmering beneath my skin like a barely-contained wildfire. But the moment Ingrid burst in, breathless and wide-eyed, spilling out the words I never thought I'd hear that Edward was actually kicking Mariel out I knew I had to see it for myself. I couldn't contain my excitement at the thought of it. I mean, I was still angry, but I had to see that bitch getting thrown out for my own satisfaction. Stepping into the hallway, I caught sight of Mariel, thrashing against the guards, her perfectly styled hair now disheveled, her face contorted in rage. She screamed about how she owned Edward, how he’d never get rid of her, but Edward didn’t even spare her a glance. He merely turned away, his expression impassive, as if she were nothing more than a nuisance finally being dealt with. And then, just as his gaze swept towards me, I shut my door. Not yet. Not until I was ready. The evening s
My back hit the wall at the same time he gripped my waist. Yanking me flush against him, his lips began to glide against mine, deepening the kiss. His tongue scoured my mouth, like he was searching untouched depths and it drove me to a point of craziness even I couldn't understand. I tugged against his shirt, almost at the edge of saying 'fuck it' and doing whatever he wanted me to do. A soft moan escaped my throat. That was a driving force for Edward because he sank his fingers into my hair, holding onto my scalp. His free hand curled around my hip and he lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His lips left mine for a moment and I was made to stare at his face. His eyes had gone shades darker, intense darkness lurking behind them. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses and so were mine. But there was something about his that drove me crazy. I wanted to take over him. I wanted to dominate him, to make him feel good. I could barely recognise
Lianna: His large hands cupped my whole face as he devoured my lips. My body immediately surrendered to his touch, begging for more and more and more. His fingers dug into my skin and he pushed me against the table behind me, grabbing my thighs and slipping me into the table. A soft moan escaped my throat and he yanked me forward, breathing hard against my cheek. The tip of his nose grazed mine and like two puzzles made for each other, we tilted our heads and everything fell into place. I yearned so badly for him and I didn't realise how much I wanted him until this moment. I didn't realise how much I had missed him until now. My hand pressed against the thin fabric of his top, trying to feel his bare skin from the thin holes of the fabric. A beautiful sensation crawled up my body, driving me to a point of craziness I couldn't control. I wanted him. I yearned for him. My skin sang with delight as we continued to kiss. I didn't want this to end. I wanted
I could barely walk but I had to. I mustered up strength from within and took us over to the bed. I was yet to come down from my new high and I needed a breather. Lianna pressed her hand against my chest. "Wait." She smiled. "You need to rest. Your eyes are droopy." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You sound tired. You should rest a bit. You just had the best orgasm. You deserve to rest or sleep." "But I want to..." She pressed her lips into mine, automatically shutting me up. "Rowena." "Shhh," She smiled again. "I love seeing you this way. Vulnerable and all mine. It's enough to get me by tonight." "I'll be awake at midnight. You better be." "I can't sleep," She chuckled and laid her head on my chest. "I just want to watch you sleep. I miss you so much." "So do I," I brushed her soft, plump lips that looked plumper after the intense kisses we shared. "You're so beautiful, Lianna. I'm not surprised why you drive me crazy. It's not just
Lianna: The palace halls were dimly lit with golden candlelight, flickering against the polished stone walls. My boots clicked against the marble floors as I walked beside Edward, my thoughts still lingering on the peaceful hours we had spent by the waterfall. It felt good to be back home after I had left in anger. Edward was really kind about it and I really appreciated it. For once, I felt somewhat at ease. Edward turned to me just as we reached the grand staircase leading to the royal wing. "I need to speak with Harvey. Won’t take long." I nodded, barely paying attention. "Go ahead. I'll see you at dinner." As he disappeared down the corridor, my eyes landed on a maid hurrying out of Ethan’s chambers. Her head was bowed, her steps rushed and unsteady, as if she were desperate to escape unseen. I might have ignored it had I not caught the way she sniffled, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her apron. Something about the way she held herself—l
Edward: The hall was a miserable place to be. A suffocating blend of polished wood, solemn faces, and discussions that made me want to bash my head against the nearest pillar. We’d been talking about fund allocations for the past hour, debating over statues, benches, and lamp placements like our lives depended on it. I barely listened. The moment Lianna stepped into the room, the droning of the elders became nothing but background noise. The heavy oak doors had barely shut behind her before my full attention snapped to her. She carried herself with that effortless grace, the kind that made men lose their senses and women secretly envious. My mate. My wife. My undoing. A slow smile spread across my lips, my fingers drumming once against the table. “You’re late, sweetheart.” She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her sharp eyes. “I wasn’t invited.” I leaned back in my chair, never breaking eye contact. “An oversight. Join me.” Lianna raised a brow, g
Ethan: The palace had become insufferable. I couldn't even stand it and knowing how I could be in situations like this, it was best I actually just let myself out. For days, all I’d heard were whispers, giggles, and hushed voices barely containing their excitement over the King and Queen’s newfound inability to keep their hands off each other. It was nauseating. The way they spoke about them, like some perfect, celestial couple destined to be together, made my stomach churn. Every corner I turned, it was “Did you see how the Alpha King looked at her?” or “I swear I heard them last night.” The worst part? I had heard them. Once. Just once. And that had been enough. I’d been walking past Edward’s chambers when I heard Lianna’s voice—breathless, desperate, moaning his name like it was the only word she knew. I had frozen, every muscle in my body locking up as the sound echoed in my skull, seeping into my bones. That was the final straw. I couldn’t stay in the palace a
Lianna: Kisses, soft kisses. Caresses. Nips here and there. Fingers digging into skin and running through smooth silky hair. The sounds of moans and grunts, hisses, naughty phrases and words of appraisals. Legs entwined in each other and tangled under sheets. All of these combined together to release several hormones that contributed to my orgasm. We were yet to start but I already got my first orgasm and I could feel another one coming as Lucas worked his fingers on my clit. I lay in bed, naked and vulnerable. I had no control or power over myself as I'd surrendered it all to Edward. His lips returned to my core, lapping up the wetness that had built up over the time he'd been concentrating on another part of my body. "You taste so good," He sighed. "I want to keep getting you wet and just lapping up your sweet smelling juices for the rest of today but that would tire you out and make things really boring for you." He didn't even wait for me to speak b
Lianna: The palace halls were dimly lit with golden candlelight, flickering against the polished stone walls. My boots clicked against the marble floors as I walked beside Edward, my thoughts still lingering on the peaceful hours we had spent by the waterfall. It felt good to be back home after I had left in anger. Edward was really kind about it and I really appreciated it. For once, I felt somewhat at ease. Edward turned to me just as we reached the grand staircase leading to the royal wing. "I need to speak with Harvey. Won’t take long." I nodded, barely paying attention. "Go ahead. I'll see you at dinner." As he disappeared down the corridor, my eyes landed on a maid hurrying out of Ethan’s chambers. Her head was bowed, her steps rushed and unsteady, as if she were desperate to escape unseen. I might have ignored it had I not caught the way she sniffled, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her apron. Something about the way she held herself—l
I could barely walk but I had to. I mustered up strength from within and took us over to the bed. I was yet to come down from my new high and I needed a breather. Lianna pressed her hand against my chest. "Wait." She smiled. "You need to rest. Your eyes are droopy." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You sound tired. You should rest a bit. You just had the best orgasm. You deserve to rest or sleep." "But I want to..." She pressed her lips into mine, automatically shutting me up. "Rowena." "Shhh," She smiled again. "I love seeing you this way. Vulnerable and all mine. It's enough to get me by tonight." "I'll be awake at midnight. You better be." "I can't sleep," She chuckled and laid her head on my chest. "I just want to watch you sleep. I miss you so much." "So do I," I brushed her soft, plump lips that looked plumper after the intense kisses we shared. "You're so beautiful, Lianna. I'm not surprised why you drive me crazy. It's not just
Lianna: His large hands cupped my whole face as he devoured my lips. My body immediately surrendered to his touch, begging for more and more and more. His fingers dug into my skin and he pushed me against the table behind me, grabbing my thighs and slipping me into the table. A soft moan escaped my throat and he yanked me forward, breathing hard against my cheek. The tip of his nose grazed mine and like two puzzles made for each other, we tilted our heads and everything fell into place. I yearned so badly for him and I didn't realise how much I wanted him until this moment. I didn't realise how much I had missed him until now. My hand pressed against the thin fabric of his top, trying to feel his bare skin from the thin holes of the fabric. A beautiful sensation crawled up my body, driving me to a point of craziness I couldn't control. I wanted him. I yearned for him. My skin sang with delight as we continued to kiss. I didn't want this to end. I wanted
My back hit the wall at the same time he gripped my waist. Yanking me flush against him, his lips began to glide against mine, deepening the kiss. His tongue scoured my mouth, like he was searching untouched depths and it drove me to a point of craziness even I couldn't understand. I tugged against his shirt, almost at the edge of saying 'fuck it' and doing whatever he wanted me to do. A soft moan escaped my throat. That was a driving force for Edward because he sank his fingers into my hair, holding onto my scalp. His free hand curled around my hip and he lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His lips left mine for a moment and I was made to stare at his face. His eyes had gone shades darker, intense darkness lurking behind them. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses and so were mine. But there was something about his that drove me crazy. I wanted to take over him. I wanted to dominate him, to make him feel good. I could barely recognise
Lianna: I had no intention of stepping out of my chambers, not when my anger was still simmering beneath my skin like a barely-contained wildfire. But the moment Ingrid burst in, breathless and wide-eyed, spilling out the words I never thought I'd hear that Edward was actually kicking Mariel out I knew I had to see it for myself. I couldn't contain my excitement at the thought of it. I mean, I was still angry, but I had to see that bitch getting thrown out for my own satisfaction. Stepping into the hallway, I caught sight of Mariel, thrashing against the guards, her perfectly styled hair now disheveled, her face contorted in rage. She screamed about how she owned Edward, how he’d never get rid of her, but Edward didn’t even spare her a glance. He merely turned away, his expression impassive, as if she were nothing more than a nuisance finally being dealt with. And then, just as his gaze swept towards me, I shut my door. Not yet. Not until I was ready. The evening s
Edward: I knew Lianna was mad—furious, actually. The kind of anger that didn’t just simmer but roared, threatening to consume everything in its path. I decided to give her some time to cool down, knowing that approaching her too soon would be like throwing myself into an inferno. Instead, I focused on the responsibilities I couldn’t ignore. Harvey and I had to be at the other Pack for a meeting, a tedious gathering filled with unnecessary posturing and debates over land disputes that could have been solved with a damn coin toss. I sat through the entire thing, nodding when necessary, offering my opinions where required, but my mind was elsewhere—on Lianna, on the way she had looked at me before she stormed off. By the time I returned to the palace, exhaustion clung to my skin like an unwelcome second layer. I was ready to find her, to talk, to fix whatever damage had been done. But the moment I stepped into our chambers, I froze. The space felt different. It was empty.