“Tell me,” I demanded, my voice a rough whisper. “Tell me how much you like being used like my slut! How you intentionally defy me so that I can fuck you like this.” Desperate to survive after being banished and left to die following an event orchestrated by a frenemy, Head Witch Hera Volkov teamed up with Alpha Atticus, her mortal enemy who blames her for the death of his pregnant mate. Atticus has to find and mark his second chance mate before the age of 30 so he can be crowned Alpha King and he has to be crowned Alpha King so he can become powerful enough to avenge his death's murder. He accepts Hera's proposal to fake a mate bond between them so she gets to stay alive and her gets to become King with the sole intention of keeping Hera close to himself and making her life a living hell. But things get more heated as sparks fly over punishments, actual mate bond comes into play, and enemies in plain sight that'd do anything to ensure that Atticus doesn't become King.
View MoreHERAWe were truly Fated Mates.My breath hitched as a new kind of sensation swept through me. It was magical, intimate, all-consuming, and far deeper than anything I had ever experienced.Emotion surged in my chest, so overwhelming it blurred the lines between pleasure and something deeper. Atticus pressed his forehead to mine, his voice hoarse as he murmured my name like a prayer.He could feel it too. Feel everything!Oh… Moon Goddess. “Can you feel that?” he whispered, his breath against my lips and his voice rough with awe.“I can,” I breathed, tears welling in my eyes as the energy coursed through me, filling every hollow space within. It was as if a missing part of me had finally snapped into place, and with it came so much strength. All the strength that I have lost in the last couple of days.I felt alive. Atticus’s hips continued to move in slow, deliberate strokes, dragging his length out of me torturously before pushing back in with an intensity that left me breathless.
HERAFuck! I gasped, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.I felt every ridge, every hardened inch of him as he slid deeper, claiming me in a way that was as sensual as it was consuming… all the way till he was buried to the hilt. Knocking the breath right out of me.Atticus stilled for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, his forehead pressed to mine. The heat of his breath fanned over my lips, and his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with emotion, locked onto mine.It was obvious the feeling of being buried in me like this was just as overwhelming for him as it was for me.I never remembered it to feel this intimate, this erotic and still beautiful at the same time. It was almost devastating.Again, this wasn’t our first time, but it felt like the first time in the way every sensation was magnified, sharper and more vivid than anything I remembered. It felt new, like he was rediscovering me, savoring me in a way that made time feel irrelevant.The friction, the rhythm, t
HERAOh FUCK!My hands gripped the sheets beside me, knuckles whitening as I fought to get a hold of myself, but Atticus had no intention of letting me find control.“Fuck, Hera,” he murmured against me, his voice low and rough. “You taste even better than I remember.”The vulgarity of his words should have made me blush, but instead, it sent a new rush of heat straight to my core. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing me, coaxing every gasp and moan from my lips. His hands held my thighs apart, his grip firm but reverent, as though he were savoring every second.“Atticus…” I whimpered, my voice trembling, my body arching into him.“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver through me. “Let me hear you. I want you to feel good. I want you to feel everything. Every. Fucking. Second.”His tongue circled my clit in maddeningly slow, precise movements, each flick dragging me closer to the edge but never letting me fall.
HERAWhen he kissed me, it was slow, unhurried, but devastatingly sensual. His lips moved against mine with a softness that rivaled the tension simmering between us. His tongue slid into my mouth, stroking against mine in a way that was both teasing and commanding, coaxing a low moan from me.Kissing him as always felt so good, but not as good as this. I arched into him, the towel slipping slightly as his hands roamed, skimming over the curve of my ass, my lower back, pulling me flush against the hard length of his body. The press of his cock against my stomach sent a jolt of need through me, and I gasped into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders.His hand slid beneath the towel, his fingers tracing the curve of my thigh, moving higher, his touch making my skin burn. I was soaked, my body already begging for him.And when his fingers grazed the apex of my thighs, I whimpered, my legs trembling.“Atticus,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling with anticipation
HERASoon, the healer was back and she had news. Atticus and I were on the bed, cuddled up as she stepped closer, setting the books on the small table beside the bed. “I’ve spent hours researching mirror curses, trying to find anything that might help your condition, Luna,” she said, addressing me. “And there is one potential cure.” She announced. My heart skipped in anticipation and hope.“What is it?” I asked, my voice strained. The healer hesitated, as though carefully choosing her words. “The mate bond.”Atticus and I exchanged confused glances. “The mate bond?” he echoed, his brow furrowing. “What does that mean? How does it help?”She opened one of the books, flipping to a page filled with intricate diagrams and symbols“Mirror curses are powerful because they latch onto the very essence of a person—draining them slowly and irreversibly unless countered by an equally powerful force,” she explained. “The mate bond has such force, a gift from the Moon Goddess herself,” Okay…
HERAThe room felt heavy, its stillness pressing down on me as the healer worked in the corner, humming as she mixed concoctions.My body burned with fever, each breath a struggle, but I refused to show weakness, forcing myself to stay alert. Elder Fenrir and Elder Elara lingered nearby, their concern evident, though I ignored their hovering presence. I knew exactly what was happening to me. The plague that devastated Shadow Claw wasn’t ordinary—it was a mirror curse, designed to transfer itself to whoever attempted to heal it. My powers had cured the disease in others, but now the curse had settled in me. It was a carefully thought out trap.Whatever concoction the healer was brewing didn’t work like the others. Remedies wouldn’t work against this. When I told her about the curse, the room shifted, panic flickering across the faces of the Elders and healer. They didn’t expect this. “If this is truly a mirror curse, then we need to consult ancient texts immediately,” the healer
ATTICUSI paced the length of my study, my thoughts restless. Five days. Five agonizing days since Hera had gone to Shadow Claw, and the only word I’d received from her was a short message letting me know she’d arrived safely. And then, nothing. The silence was eating me alive. My mind was swirling through endless scenarios, each one worse than the last. Was she safe? Was the plague worse than she’d expected? Were the Elders even treating her with the respect she deserved? My wolf growled low, restless, mirroring the storm raging inside me. I haven’t been able to focus on anything. Meetings had become background noise, papers sat unsigned on my desk, and every knock at the door made my heart leap. The only reason I hadn’t stormed into Shadow Claw myself with every guard at my disposal was because of her. Respect her wishes. I reminded myself over and over, gripping the edge of my desk. She didn’t want me interfering, and I couldn’t risk pushing her further away. But fu
HERAI watched the palace staff load my bags into the car, already having second thoughts. This wasn’t just a trip to Shadow Claw; it felt like I was stepping back into a nightmare I thought I had escaped. But if I could help them, if I could stop the suffering of innocent people, I had to try. Still, there was one loose end I needed to tie up before I left. I turned and headed towards Ben’s room. I hesitated at his door, considering whether I should just leave without saying anything, but I pushed the thought aside and knocked. “Come in,” his voice called, curt and indifferent, as though he already knew it was me. I stepped inside to find him lounging in a chair, a book in his hands. His expression was unreadable, a mask I have become too familiar with. “I’m leaving for Shadow Claw” I said, keeping my tone steady. He glanced at me briefly before setting the book down on the table beside him. “I heard,” he simply responded.There was no warmth in his voice, no sign of co
ATTICUSI stormed after Hera, the heavy wooden doors of the receiving room slamming shut behind me. My mind was reeling, and my chest tightened as I followed after her retreating form. Her pace was brisk, like she didn’t want me to meet up with her, but I wasn’t about to let this go.“You’re not seriously considering what they asked,” I said, my voice tinged with disbelief. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement, one I was hoping she’d deny.She slowed down and turned to me, raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. Then she shrugged. “I told them I’d think about it.” She simply said, but that wasn’t good enough. “Think about it?” I asked incredulously, running a hand through my hair and exhaling sharply. “Hera, they left you to die in the woods. They didn’t care about you then, and they only care about you now because they need something. You’re not seriously thinking about going back there, are you?” I asked her. “I haven’t made a decision yet, Atticus.” Her eyes narrowed,
HERAI woke up with a smile on my face.I never wake up with smiles on my face. With the kind of life I was born into, the kind of family I was born into, I've had to be rigid and stiff. I've had to train and fit myself into boxes that are befitting of the role of a future Head Witch of The Shadow Claw Coven.Then Mother died when I was just 17 and I had to become the Head Witch, the youngest one ever. It was too huge a shoe to fit in. I had so many responsibilities, and so many things to oversee. It made me even more rigid. To cement my throne, I had to be sterner, I had to be cutthroat. I never had a moment to breathe, to relax, to be me. Until him. Aiden changed everything for me. He taught me love, he wore my defenses down, and he taught me that there's more to living than just being the head witch. Before him, men were scared to approach me. They were afraid of my powers. They were afraid of my person. Aiden was the first and even though I shunned him at first, he kept coming ...
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