Jaselyn's POV
I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the heat and hardness of him in my grasp. My strokes were slow and deliberate, each one designed to heighten his anticipation. His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly in response to my touch.
I moved my mouth closer to his cock and traced a path with my tongue, savoring the warmth and hardness of him. I ran my hand up and down his cock once more, feeling the weight and pulse of his arousal. My gaze met his, and I saw the question in his eyes, his voice a mixture of desire and hesitation. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his breath hitching slightly.
I nodded, my resolve clear. “I am. You’ve always given me so much pleasure. I want to return the favor.”
I moved closer, flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the slight saltiness of his precum. The flavor was unfamiliar but intoxicating. I took a deep breath, then slowly took him
Jaselyn's POVI woke up alone in our bed, the cool sheets caressing my skin as I stretched my limbs. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I glanced around the room, only to find the space beside me empty. The soothing sound of running water from the bathroom was the only indication that Rion was up and preparing for the day. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table—5 AM. The early hour was a stark reminder of Rion’s new role as Alpha, and I knew he must have a mountain of responsibilities awaiting him.Determined to support him in any way I could, I resolved to get up and check if there was anything I could assist with at his office. As I began to slide out of bed, I felt a familiar presence stir within me.Nila broke the morning silence, her voice filled with a subtle hint of curiosity and anticipation. “Jas, do you feel any different today?”I paused, momentarily confused. “Different? You mean like, because I’m Luna
Jaselyn's POVAfter Rion and I announced the news of my pregnancy to the rest of the family, the atmosphere in the palace transformed into one of joyous anticipation.Luna Daryna was overjoyed. She stood up from her seat almost immediately despite her age, her face bright, as she clasped her hands over her heart. “Oh, Jaselyn! This is such wonderful news!” Her voice wavered with emotion, and she reached out to pull me into a warm embrace. She looked at Rion with tears in her eyes and said, “This baby is going to be such a blessing for our family. I never thought I'd live long enough to see another grandchild, especially one from my beloved son but it seems wishes do come true.”Determined to celebrate, she immediately began planning a grand family dinner. Her excitement was infectious as she started making phone calls and organizing everything down to the finest detail. She consulted with the cook to ensure I would have the healthie
Jaselyn's POVOnce inside, I gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed. I handed him a tissue and sat beside him, my heart aching for him.Jinu took the tissue with trembling hands, his tears now flowing freely. He dabbed at his eyes, but his shoulders shook with every sob. The silence between us was heavy, filled with the weight of his grief.“Jinu,” I said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you don’t have to go through this alone. You’re not the same person you were before. You’ve made mistakes, yes, but you’re working hard to make things right.”He looked at me with eyes full of anguish. “But it doesn’t change what I did. No matter how much I wish it, Ziarre is still gone. I’m still the boy who killed his sister. I hate myself for it. Every time I look in the mirror, I see that monster.”I could see the pain etched on his face, and it broke my heart. “
Jaselyn's POVAfter the hearty family dinner, Rion and I retreated to our room, the rich, lingering aroma of the meal still in the air. Rion looked exhausted, the weight of his new responsibilities as Alpha clearly etched into his features.As he began to unwind, I watched him with concern. “So, how did your first day go?” I asked, trying to mask my worry with a light tone.Rion sank onto the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples. “It was a marathon. I had back-to-back meetings, strategic discussions, and a constant stream of problems to solve. There’s so much more to this role than I realized. I’m trying to keep everything in line, but it feels like I’m just barely keeping my head above water.”I nodded empathetically. “I can imagine it’s a huge adjustment. I spent the day making sure everything was running smoothly here. With the news about the baby, there were a lot of arrangements and adjustme
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter and the next, for better lack of words, are pretty dark. I won't spoil much just.... prepare yourselves.Jinu's POVI staggered into my room in the servant's quarters, every muscle in my body aching from the long day. The small space felt like a sanctuary as I shed my maid outfit, each piece of fabric falling to the floor with a soft thud. The prosthetic fingers I wore were removed with a careful touch and placed on the dresser. I let my hair down, the length of it cascading down my back. It had taken months to grow this long, and now it almost reached my waist.Standing before the mirror, completely naked, I ran a hand through my hair and took in my reflection. It pleased me how much I resembled Ziarre now. It was crucial if my greatest desire was ever going to come true. Every detail mattered, and looking like Ziarre was one step closer to achieving that goal.I moved to the bathroom, the coolness of the tile sending
Jinu's POVIt began on the day I killed Ziarre. The betrayal and rage that surged through me as I felt the cold steel of the thumb screw severing my fingers was both a punishment and an awakening.Each cut was excruciating, the blade slicing through flesh and bone with a precise brutality. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, an intense burn that radiated through my nerves. Rion’s face, contorted with fury and disdain, was the last thing I saw as I writhed in agony. His eyes, cold and merciless, bore into me as if to strip away every bit of humanity left within me.In the aftermath, the hatred I felt for Rion was all-consuming. It drove me to the brink of madness, turning every thought into a dark obsession. I envisioned scenarios where I could make him suffer as I had, where his pain mirrored my own. But the more I dwelled on these thoughts, the more I began to see a different kind of desire emerge from the hatred—a twisted, depraved
Jaselyn's POVWatching Jinu as he approached the dining table, I felt a swell of both hope and anxiety. Since Rion had finally agreed to let Jinu become part of our family, I had moved him from the servant's quarters to one of the main rooms in the palace, just three doors down from ours. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to me. Jinu had worked hard to better himself, and I wanted him to feel welcomed and accepted.Dinner had become something of a family tradition since my pregnancy was revealed. It was our time to come together, share our lives, and offer each other support. I looked forward to the day when Rion would finally let go of his anger and open his heart to Jinu. I truly believed they could become friends in time.As the maids arranged the plates and set out the silverware, I noticed Jinu approaching the table with a nervous air. He seemed somewhat out of place, and it reminded me of Ziarre. I understood his apprehension—he
Rion's POVI stormed away from the dinner table, my entire body thrumming with rage. The mere presence of Jinu was a poison to my system, his smug face and arrogant attitude making my blood boil. I hated that I had to sit next to the traitor, to endure his incessant attempts to rile me up. The feel of his hand on my thigh was like a brand, and the urge to snap his neck right then and there was almost unbearable. But I had promised Jas I would behave, and that promise weighed heavily on me now.As I made my way to our room, I could feel the disgust rising in my throat. The thought of Jinu touching me, even in such a minor way, was revolting. I needed to wash off the filth, to cleanse myself of his touch. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower and let the scalding water pour over me, hoping it would wash away the memories that were now flooding my mind.Ziarre's death replayed in my head like a broken record. Her frail body hooked up to machines