"Clean well. Don't let my wife see the stain." The horror returned, running up Heath's spine. Liam's cold voice evoked his urge to run and save himself from the predator Heath had always seen in him. However, dislike also grew when he heard Liam's words just now. "No matter how hard you try to hide your deteriorating condition from my sister, you know the truth, you won't be able to last long in this world, right?" asked Heath in a low, trembling voice, with fear and anger. Liam just smiled casually. "Of course. More than you, I know that. And Harriet too. How many times do you think I've vomited blood in front of her?" "Then why are you pushing yourself so much–?!" Heath stopped his questioning when Liam suddenly straightened himself quickly. On reflex, Heath tried to help the man who was slightly shorter than him to stand up straight. But Liam raised his hand, blocking Heath from helping him with a smile that turned the other way. "Madam, good morning," Liam said. Heath look
"What will my Madam do after this?" Liam asked after finishing his breakfast. Harriet raised her eyebrows. "Me? Since you woke up, I…” The woman saw Liam shake his head. “Don't decide how to spend your time just because I'm awake. I wanted to know what you usually do when I'm unconscious too," Liam said softly. Harriet blinked once and saw Liam's hand gripping hers on the table. She glanced at Liam's face, which looked pale, but his expression was calm. Was he okay? "Then you must be prepared. My routine is so boring,” Harriet replied warmly. Liam's smile widened as he reached for the glass of water and drank it. Meanwhile, Heath stood up and excused himself with a displeased face. Seeing it made Harriet chuckle. Heath always reacted this way when she was close to someone, male or female. In a way, Heath was even more overprotective than she was towards Heath. Harriet leaned her hand on the table and looked at Liam who was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "Come follow me
It was a card she wrote spontaneously because she was missing Liam– She had even forgotten about the card! "Ah, uh…" Liam saw Harriet's eyes looking all over the place in a panic. "Oh, it was sent from the capital, so it must have come before you got here, huh?" Liam asked, nodding in understanding. Harriet didn't mean to be here when Liam opened the box. But since Liam hadn't woken up at all since Harriet left for the capital, it was clear that the box had finally been opened only now. "This is embarrassing," said Harriet with a low sigh. Her face flushed red, making Liam want to laugh, but he held it in. "Come on, we've done things more..." "I-I know, but still, it's embarrassing," said Harriet as she took the card in Liam's hand and tucked it into a drawer in her room. However, Liam had no intention of leaving things like this alone. Harriet didn't dare turn to Liam yet because she still had to get her expression back to normal first. Just as she had managed to calm herse
Liam was so aroused when he saw how focused his wife's face was on finding pleasure over him, as well as feeling her silky walls trying to squeeze him dry. They all made Liam even more tempted to break off the tie on his wrist. Gah... he closed his eyes to control his mounting desire. It felt so tight, wet, and warm inside her. His senses grew thinner with each passing second, with every movement of his wife's lithe hips– Liam wanted a little more… faster… it was not enough– "Oh!" Harriet was surprised when Liam lifted his hips up, in rhythm with the movement of her hips, pressing the innermost part of her. "Milord..." Harriet realized that her moves wouldn't be enough to satisfy Liam at this point. She wasn't a monster who could pound her hips up and down like her husband, and at the same time, she didn't want to give up on seeing how far this man could hold himself. Would he rip the tie that held his hand? Would he take over the reins? Would he push her to the bed and force up
It was after noon. Harriet's arms that were holding onto the headboard were shaking, and so were her thighs and knees that were resting on the bed. “Milord, I beg you–” "Just a little more, Madam," whispered Liam who was still pounding her waist, thrusting from behind. “You have… said that… five times alread–aah–angh–” “Uhm–” Liam finished and spilled the remnants of his seed inside. "Hm-" "Oh..." it was warm. This was the last warmth Liam gave her today. Liam lifted her up, giving her a soft kiss from the side. "Done?" asked Harriet weakly. "Done," Liam kissed her cheek again, laying her on the bed. At the same time, Harriet was writhing and her legs felt limp, soft shivers running down her body. The man caught his breath and stood up, intending to get a towel. He thought that his aching body this morning would stop him from torturing his wife's body, but oh how wrong he was. And now he felt surprisingly refreshed. "Milord?" Harriet called out to him in a small voice. "Mm
The sun was starting to set. Heath kept his stances ready. With one clean and sharp move, he aimed his longsword through the air. His legs slipped off the ground and less than a second later, a smooth acrobatic movement of Heath's tall, sturdy and slender body made several of the wooden puppets on the practice field cut into many pieces. He didn't even pant as he put his longsword back into its scabbard. Ever since he became a Lycan, he felt his body change drastically. His five senses improved significantly and still hadn't stopped improving until now. Especially when he moved, his body seemed to know what to do and immediately obeyed his brain's commands much easier than when he was an ordinary human. He was an Alpha. Did all Alphas feel the same way? Old Duke Rayleigh Almandine, and Young Lord Liam Almandine… Both were extremely powerful Alphas, doubled by the experience and everything they had endured during their lives. Even if Heath was an Emperor of this continent, he
"This cane is my father's," Liam said suddenly. Heath, who was sitting by his side on the sidelines of the training field looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Grandpa Ray is a pure-blood Lycan. My grandmother, Grandpa's mate is a Half-Elf. They gave birth to my father. But unexpectedly, my father was born more like a normal human," Liam said quietly. "He's an Alpha, but he's much weaker than you," Liam continued, looking at his brother-in-law. Heath furrowed his brows deeply. "What are you trying to tell me by sharing all this?" asked the young man. Liam shrugged his shoulders. "I just want to say, I grew up in a good environment," said Liam. "Both my parents and my family were quite normal and they loved me, raising me with all the kindness they could give me in this world. Especially my father. He… was not a monster like my grandfather and me." Heath was getting more and more clueless. "I understand what love and family are. I understand what it means when someone lives for
Liam stood in front of a painting of his father and mother in that short hallway in the castle.The cane in his hand had an engraving on the wooden handle, which read, "Theodore Almandine".The cane in his hand was the same cane his father held in the painting. He remembered his father's words when he was a child when he asked about the Mate of an Alpha Lycan."Mate?""Our mate is a woman who was created to be the person we are most compatible with within this world. She will support and perfect us, creating the best and strongest version of us."Liam always remembered his father's words.Harriet was not Liam's Mate. Even though Liam loved Harriet and Harriet loved him, he now knew why Harriet wasn't his mate. That was because even though the two of them were already perfect on their own, the moment they united, they would destroy each other.Liam wanted to laugh at himself when he asked Harriet to suffer with him. He wanted to go back in time and slap himself."Ugh!"Liam coughed. Bl