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
Miriam stood by Harriet's side, standing on the far side of the main staircase. Her arms were tightly entwined with Harriet's and her eyes stared at the group that had come on horseback and a plain horse-drawn carriage. "From now on, Miriam," Harriet whispered to her sister-in-law. "Every time we go out of our room, we have to wear beautiful jewelry and dresses." Miriam still didn't understand why Harriet had asked her to be so overdressed. They looked pretty, but they were not partying or attending a special event or something, right? When Miriam saw the clothes the Old Duke and Heath were wearing, she was even more surprised because both of them were wearing the regular clothes they wore every day. Not saying they wore simple clothes, no. The clothes the Old Duke and Heath were wearing were clothes fit for royalty even, but not as extravagant as what Miriam and Harriet were wearing. But in the end, Miriam decided to go along with her sister-in-law's words. Heath also told her
Harriet left the discussion with Crown Prince Hyacinth to Heath and the Old Duke, and as a result, she had more free time today. It had just passed noon, and she couldn't go about her routine, fearing it would be discovered that she had a voice in this house. So Harriet thought of visiting her husband, who had recently been immersing himself in the library. Harriet didn't know what the man was thinking. Something changed, that was all she knew. Liam was still as gentle and humorous as ever, but… As Harriet slowly opened the door of the castle's library, she tried not to make a sound. If she stepped inside for a bit, she would be able to see the reading table in the middle of the library where her husband used to sit and read a few books this week. But Harriet could never see what book the man was reading. Every time Harriet walked over, he would hear her footsteps and put away his book, then walk over to Harriet so she couldn't get any closer to his desk. There was something the