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-Anastasia- I had not expected the king to kiss me after I had been so rude to him. But was it much different from when we were in the bathroom? Yes, he had also delivered a punishment, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to deliver any punishment when I was still recovering after last night. I was still a little weak, but I was definitely stronger than I had ever been after one of my episodes. It really was the king who had done that to me, right? He was the reason I was feeling so much more powerful? Why did he have to be the reason? Even the light kiss he left on my lips seemed to fill me with strength and new energy. Why was it he could do this to me when no one else had the ability? I really didn’t get it, and I wasn’t sure he had the answer. He didn’t know how cold I felt. He didn’t know how numb I felt. The king did not know how much his touch did for me, and what it made me feel. I wouldn’t tell because I could already see the smug look on his face as I told him, and he would d
-Anastasia- I sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and not really sure what to do next. I couldn’t just run again. I didn’t have my car, and I didn’t have my cousin. It was hard to go anywhere really when I had neither. I wasn’t even sure where my purse was, so my phone was gone, too. Was I just stuck here until the king said so? I saw the door opened, and he came walking out in only a towel. Shit… that was a lot of hard and smooth skin that was revealed to me, and I watched him smile as he went to his walk-in closet and got dressed. I felt my body get warm again, as it always did with him, wanting him and craving him. It was not fair that this should happen now. It was not fair that I should get attached to a lycan when I had sworn to kill those who had come for my family and hate the rest until the end of my days. The king quickly appeared again, now all dressed, yet his hair was still a little wet. He looked so good, though. Why couldn’t he be ugly? It would make things a
-Roman- She looked good my little mate now dressed so casually in jeans and a shirt. I let my eyes run up and down her body, as I put my phone away, focusing all my attention on her. She carefully stepped closer, like a cat not trusting their owner. It made me smile amused. I had already showed her just how much her body liked my touch, and it was probably what made her scared to come too close to me. I still patted the empty side on the couch, telling her to come closer. She did, but she didn’t sit down. “I think we should go back?” “I think we should eat a little first,” I told her. “Here?” “No, I just wanted you close and to see if you felt better,” I told her. “Before we went down and got a little to eat.” “Well, I am just fine,” she said and glanced away. “You do look better. More color in your cheeks.” I looked her up and down again. “And you look good,” I told her. She whipped her head around, surprised by my compliment, but why wouldn’t I give her one? My mate deserve
-Anastasia- Another trance… I was in another trance as the king fed me the breakfast. He wanted me to constantly do the same to him, and he kept teasing me by licking my fingers or taking them into his mouth, making me feel so fucking warm. I knew what his fingers could do to me, but if just his lips on my fingers felt like this, then what wouldn’t they be able to do to me all over my body? He said when I allowed him close, then he would kiss every inch of it. I turned so warm from just thinking about it. He really knew how to use his powers over me, and they weren’t even evil powers. They made me feel so good. I hadn’t noticed, though that I was calling him by name. I hadn’t realized when I had begun, but then he had told me that was what he wanted me to call him from now on. No, 'Your Highness' or 'my King'. Just his name, and I liked it. I liked to speak it a lot, but I knew it was only allowing him to come one step closer, and that was dangerous. After finishing breakfast though
-Roman- It could be very easy. I could see how easily I got my mate going. She liked what I did to her, and I knew she wanted more, but she wouldn’t allow herself to want it. She could come by grinding herself against me. I knew it wouldn’t take much. I didn’t believe between mates it took a lot. I certainly was ready to exploding in my pants feeling her shift her hips slowly like she had, but she had denied us both how could it could feel. Of course, I would much rather come inside her or at least on her. That would be so fucking hot seeing her covered in my cum and scent. I believed she would enjoy it too, scenting who she belonged to, as I marked her all over as mine. She just wouldn’t allow herself to want it. She called the pleasure a distraction, but a distraction from what? What might be more important to my little mate than being with me? I understood she didn’t trust lycans. I was not shocked after learning about her past that it would take time for her to let a lycan in and
-Anastasia- I liked to hear that he wanted to warm me. I liked to hear how he wanted to chase away the cold, because that was exactly what he was doing every time he touched me. But if I allowed him to, I would lose focus. As the anger disappeared, I would no longer be able to do what I needed to do. I wouldn’t be strong enough to kill the people who had taken everything from me. His hands warmed me, but they also made me forget. They made me forget what was important and what I had waited for 14 years to happen. My revenge couldn’t be forgotten. I couldn’t allow it to. “Maybe I want to stay cold,” I whispered. “Like you want to stay angry?” he asked. I nodded. “Aren’t you tired?” I looked at him, surprised. “What?” “Tired of being angry and cold? Isn’t it lonely?” “I can handle it.” He smiled a little. “I don’t deny your strength, little mate. I see it in you. I see how strong you are, but we can’t fight every battle alone. We need people with us. We need them to stay stron
-Anastasia- I was sure Roman already knew that I had had to watch my family die. He said Jackson had told him, or at least told him, a little of my past, but he had not truly confirmed this happened because I had never truly confirmed it. I had let it slip now, and it scared me, because I had not wanted to let him know this. I had not wanted anyone to know. Roman didn’t seem to want to allow me to pull away, though, and he pulled me down on the couch, getting on top of me as I grew desperate. I tried pushing him away, but he would not move. He was so much stronger than me, and I just grew more desperate and more scared. “Get off!” He shook his head. “Please…” I felt the tears sting in my eyes, and soon they rolled down the side of my face. I moved my hands to it and covered it, but Roman grabbed one of them and pushed it away before he wrapped my arm around his neck and then did the same with the other. He pushed me closer to him and made me hug myself to him. I couldn’t stop myse
-Anastasia- Roman suddenly appeared in the bathroom as I had cleaned up. I had just gone to the nearest one, and after opening the door, he leaned against the doorframe, watching me. I couldn’t quite understand the look in his eyes as he watched me, and I looked at him, confused. “What?” I asked. “Do you want to go for a walk before we see your family?” “Why?” I asked him. “Just to spend some time together. I think it was quite a lot for you what just happened.” I didn’t want to think about what had just happened and I crossed my arms, shaking my head. “I want to go home,” I told him. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I want to go back home. I want to go back to my own room and forget I was even here.” Roman narrowed his eyes, and I watched them shine yellow, as he pressed both hands to the doorframe, leaning a little forward. “This isn’t going to be forgotten, little mate.” I looked at him, surprised. “You understand?” I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head. “No.” “You can
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-Daphne- Two years later. “Jackson?” I walked into my mate’s office. Often we would sit there together, but I had woken up later today. He lifted his head and smiled at me as he saw me enter. “Hey,” he said, his smile growing the closer I came to him. I walked around the desk and smiled playfully. He tried to reach for me to pull me closer, but I moved away and he looked puzzled. “Can’t I touch you now?” he chuckled. “Not yet.” “Oh, are we playing?” “Yup, my own little special game.” “Is that the game where you tease the hell out of me with your mouth and tongue?” he asked. “No.” “Where you strip and make me go crazy?” “No.” “I am getting confused now,” he said, making me chuckle. “What kind of game are we playing?” “A guessing game.” “Okay,” he said. “Is there a prize for me to win?” He smiled mischievously, and I nodded. “I am all in then.” “Tell me the first thing that comes to mind when I say a word,” I told him. “Okay.” “House.” “A home,” he said. “Love.” “
-Jackson- Daphne had her fears, but after I recovered and her parents received a proper sentence locking them away for years, Daphne stepped up to the role of luna. I had never seen her flourish more. It was like this hidden side of her had been slumbering, waiting to come out and show what she could truly do. We gave her members a choice, but almost everyone wanted to rather be merged than be on their own. She and those who wanted moved to our territory, but she still owned the former land and house her parents had, and told anyone who wanted to stay could, but they would still be under both our controls. It was going great between us, and I watched from afar as my mate was coming back from a late run. We were both so busy we barely had time to truly enjoy being together. My dad was stepping down, and I was becoming alpha more and more until I would receive all the control from him. Daphne smiled as she saw me coming up onto the porch and I pulled her closer and kissed her. “Hey,” I
-Daphne- I was fuming. I couldn’t believe what my family had wanted to do. This was so much further than I realized they could ever take it, and I had demanded my mother was arrested too. Roman had no problems with it. I couldn’t believe they thought they could get away with this, but sometimes greed made people reckless and it made them think they were invincible. They weren’t, though, and I would never speak to them again. Jackson had to undergo a minor surgery, but the doctor assured me he would recover fast, and it wasn’t long before he woke up, all of us there. His eyes found me first, though, and he smiled at me so sweetly. “Hey,” he whispered. “How are you feeling?” “Sleepy.” “Yeah, the drugs are wearing off slowly.” “Mmm, wonderful,” he whispered. Jackson’s parents moved closer, and I let them have a moment with him as I waved Roman with me out into the hallway. He followed me and we stopped a little further away. “I can’t believe they did this,” I said. “How do you wa
-Jackson- I was on the ground, bleeding and completely beaten up. I had tried nothing like it before. I had fought before. I had had my ass kicked, and I had been close to death, but this just seemed personal, and so the pain was different. I was unsure how many had attacked me, but the smell of lycan filled the room, so I knew it was no small wolves who had come after me. I had been able to take down one of them and he laid on the ground not far from me, but the others were standing above me, and I was unsure why they had stopped kicking me. Soon the door opened, and I saw nice shoes coming my way. I was able to keep my eyes open enough to slowly let them wander up the body, and seeing Daphne’s father in front of me. “You have made a lot of problems for me,” he accused. I tried speaking, but I just coughed up blood. “I need to have you removed so I can take home my daughter.” Hadn’t he tried ruining her with those rumors? Why kill me now? “She… is… mine,” I croaked out. “Not fo
-Jackson- Daphne was scared to begin with as we began the dance, but when I asked her what it matter what other people thought, she seemed to realize something and began enjoying our night. I led her around through two dances before we finally joined the party and began to mingle. Not a lot wanted to talk to us. They either thought Daphne was some kind of whore, giving herself to a wolf, or maybe her family had made people believe she had given herself away to many. Or that I was a lunatic who had kidnapped her in the night and made her fall in love with me. That she was suffering from some kind of Stockholm Syndrome, but the people we spoke to were quickly convinced otherwise. They saw the love in our eyes. They noticed how affectionate we were with each other, and it changed their view of things. I knew some people we could never convince, but they didn’t want to be convinced. They want to believe the drama, because it was what excited them, but we wouldn’t care. Daphne and I were h
-Daphne- Jackson came up behind me as I stood in the closet, all dressed up. He kissed my neck and made me feel so calm and secure pressed to his powerful body. I moaned a little as he kissed the mark on my shoulder. My dress had no sleeves or straps and my hair was up, so everyone could see I was taken. I knew it pleased my mate a lot. It was a way to tell everyone to fuck off if they tried anything. I squeezed his hands on my stomach before I turned around and he rested his on my hips. “You ready?” “Not really,” I admitted. “Why not?” “I am so nervous. I have never stood up to them before.” He smiled a little and kissed me. “You’re not alone.” I smiled back and finally noticed how sexy my mate looked in a suit. I ran my hands down his arms and back up, and I knew he saw the shift in me. “Like what you see?” “Very much,” I confessed. “You look amazing too,” he complimented me. I smiled even bigger, feeling how warm my cheeks grew. “I love you,” I told him again. Over the
-Jackson- Later in the evening, as rain began to pour, and we had eaten dinner, my family gathered in one of the living rooms. Just my parents, me and Daphne, and Ana and Roman. We were all sipping drinks, munching on snacks, and talking. I really enjoyed being there with them. I loved them all so much, and when I turned to look at my mate, I could feel it in my heart too. I was falling for Daphne, and I couldn’t wait until we could start our life together, with no one trying to interrupt our happiness. “So, when are you heading home?” I asked Ana. “Oh, want to get rid of me that fast, huh?” We all chuckled. “Just asking.” “No, you are trying to kick me out,” she teased. I shook my head, and she finally turned serious. “No, we are going home tomorrow, and then will begin setting everything up for the party.” “It will be the party from hell,” Daphne said. “No, it will be fine,” Roman assured her. “Is there anything special we should be prepared for?” my mother asked. “Just t
-Daphne- Roman and I were walking beside each other outside. Jackson and Ana decided to spend some time together after Roman asked if he could have a moment with me. I was glad he asked, because I had missed my friend and I needed his guidance. It wasn’t just Jackson I had been hiding from. It was Roman and Ana too. After the dinner with Shane, I had simply gone back to my old life and acted like I could be the same person again. The one who could be the perfect lycan luna, and get mated to a complete stranger. The one who pleased her parents, no questions asked. I wasn’t that person, though. I had never wanted to be that person. On the inside I was so much different, but I didn’t know how to escape them. “So, how is it going?” Roman asked. “It’s… good,” I said, searching for the right word, but not even good could describe how wonderful I felt, and when Roman saw the smile on my lips, he began smiling too. “You look better.” “Better?” “Taller,” he said. “Yeah, Jackson brings so