“If you want me to keep your secret, you have to do one thing for me in exchange,” he said, his lips curled up slightly. “What thing?” Aurora narrowed her eyes, alarmed at the direction of the conversation. “Never never share the same bed with my brother,” he demanded, his alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, making her want to bare her neck for submission. But Aurora straightened her back and challenged him head-on. “Why? I’m his wife,” Aurora stated with a neutral expression on her face. She and her husband were a fake couple, but he didn’t have to know that. The fewer people who knew, the more favorable the situation was to her. “I’m supposed to…” “You are mine!” he released a deep guttural growl. The possessiveness shown in his words and eyes made Aurora both startled and baffled. He stalked to her in calculated steps, his eyes glinting with a deep well of want and desire under the moonlight. Aurora started to retreat cautiously until her back hit a hard wall. In a flash, he was in front of her, his arms resting on the wall beside her head, caging her. He was so close to her. Too close. His lips almost touched hers. A smell mixed of rain and pine forests invaded her nose, making her dizzy. Her wolf perked up. Aurora quickly cleared her senses. “I’m nobody’s woman,” she declared, locking eyes with him. But she quickly regretted it because who wouldn’t lose herself in a pair of deep blue ocean-like eyes on a face carved out by the Moon Goddess herself? “Want a bet?” he smirked, “One day you will be mine.” The audacity of him!
View More“Luna, Luna, wake up,” a faint voice called timidly. Aurora’s eyes fluttered open. She was lying on her bed in Prince Philip’s chamber. She whimpered as she tried to move. Her body still felt like being run over by a truck, but it was better than the day she fainted. She wondered how Aurora Coleman, without a wolf, had survived the fall from the third floor in her childhood. She said the planned accident by her stepmother made her bedridden for half a year. “You should let me heal you,” her wolf insisted. “I’m almost healed. Remember the reagent Amber Black injected into me? I feel much better now,” Aurora comforted her wolf. Trying not to exert her left leg, Aurora took the hand her maid Alice offered to sit up. Just when Alice was about to release her hand, Aurora grabbed her arm. “What happened to your arm?” Aurora asked, horrified at the large patches of bruises and scars. Some of them were new. “I fell from the stairs.” Alice struggled to cover the bruises with her sle
“Why not?” Aurora met his gaze, suppressing the anger rising in her chest. She was so close to the first victory of her revenge and she couldn’t let the smug man ruin it. “I have other plans for Baker,” Nicholas said with a tone that left no room for negotiation. “I already arranged for Chloe Brooks for your security. She is on her way to the capital. She is the strongest female warrior, an alpha’s daughter. You have my word that nothing will happen to you with her as your security guard.” “Chole is an excellent choice,” Philip clapped his hands. “She is fearless in battle. She bested Baker in several contests.” Aurora pursed her lips. She had imagined there would be opposition regarding the guard arrangement. She had thought it would be from the Queen. But Prince Nicholas proved to be more troublesome than she originally thought. Luckily, she had learned to prepare for the worst. The message should be delivered to the healer’s center now. As if responding to her thought, the do
Blood. Cries. Fire. Aurora shut her eyes tight, willing the gruesome battle scene to disappear. She opened her eyes again, but nothing changed. To her utmost horror, she found her 3-year-old sister Lily standing among the fighting wolves in her pajamas about 100 meters away. Lily hugged tight her favorite plush toy to her chest. Tears stained her chubby cheeks. “Momma, Aurora,” she cried. “Lily,” Aurora shouted, weaving with great difficulty among the snapping and thrashing wolves. “Kill them all,” a loud gruff voice ordered. “Lily,” Aurora called, pumping her legs to run faster toward her sister. Hearing her name, Lily stopped crying and turned her head. “Aurora.” She reached out her arms even though there was still distance between them. 10 meters away, then she could take her sister to a safe place. Aurora used all the strength she could master to run to her sister’s aid. Their hands touched briefly. Then there was a rough hand lifting her sister off the ground. It wa
The dark forest was eerily quiet as if all animals hushed their movements and sounds for fear of the sudden appearance of predators. It was pretty different from the forest in the north where Aurora was used to. The giant trees with their sprawling branches hung overhead like thin ghosts, only allowing rays of sunset lights to penetrate through them. Aurora carefully treaded on the dirt road, followed closely by Alice and Warrior Andrew, the guard the Luna Queen arranged for her especially. “Luna, we need to head back. It’s getting dark and we are near the border,” Andrew warned with the tone of an order. Aurora’s wolf snorted in her head. As an alpha, she didn’t like being ordered around, but she understood the importance of what they were doing. So she let the transgression go unpunished. “Are you scared of the rogues, Warrior Andrew?” Aurora raised her eyebrow. “Scared? I can batter these filthy creatures’ heads into pulps. I killed five rogues last week,” Andrew sneered vicio
Sitting on the leather sofa quietly, alone in the chamber, Aurora stared at two glasses of water placed on the desk in front of her. She took a glance at the closed door, listening for any sound of movements outside. Quiet. Without hesitation, she strode to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covering the whole wall in the living room. Shelf seven, the bottom layer, The Count of Monte Cristo. Aurora quickly located the book and flipped the pages until she found a small brown bottle of liquid placed in a square hollow among the pages. She took out the bottle, opened the lid, poured a drop into the glass of water facing the window, and watched the transparent liquid mix with the water. A knock on the door sounded. Aurora quickly placed the bottle in the book and returned it to its original place. “Luna, Ms. Thornton is here to see you on behalf of Luna Queen,” the maid Alice announced. Aurora sat down on the sofa and cleared her throat, “Come in.” Maggie Thorton walked in c
Two months laterDressed in a white lace gown, Aurora sat at the long dining table beside her husband Prince Philip, who had remained distant and cold since the wedding. Everybody noticed that. Mockery grew louder in the banquet hall. “I bet Prince Philip will dump her in a month,” a blond girl snickered.“One week tops,” her male companion sneered. “Prince Philip doesn’t even want to talk to her, how pathetic is that,” another girl piped in. “If my father has an important fort that could help resist the rogue forces, sitting next to Prince Philip will be me,” the blond girl ridiculed, exchanging nasty looks with her friends. Ignoring the mean comments, Aurora held her head high like the real princess she was despite the gloating and condescending stares thrown in her direction. She scanned the crowd of snobbery dignitaries with cold eyes. The Alpha King and his Luna Queen weren’t here. They didn’t attend the wedding ceremony, either. It would be difficult for the outsiders to i
The light steps approaching the room synchronized with the steady heartbeats of Esmerelda. She had been waiting for her guest’s appearance for a long time. It was about time. “It’s been 15 years, Aurora Adkins,” Esmerelda said, standing with her back to the guest. “Aurora Adkins is long dead,” a female voice announced coldly. Slowly, Esmerelda turned and saw a young raven-haired girl with breathtaking beauty standing in front of her. Esmerelda drew a sharp breath. The girl looked so much like her deceased father. Same coal-like curls, same bright dark eyes, same determination on their faces. She also inherited her mother’s heart-shaped face. Esmerelda quickly recollected herself. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’m here to cash in a promise you made to my father long ago after he saved your life,” the girl said, watching the witch’s face for signs of rejection. She had no confidence the famous witch would help her. After all, her family had perished. Esmerelda could simply den
The light steps approaching the room synchronized with the steady heartbeats of Esmerelda. She had been waiting for her guest’s appearance for a long time. It was about time. “It’s been 15 years, Aurora Adkins,” Esmerelda said, standing with her back to the guest. “Aurora Adkins is long dead,” a female voice announced coldly. Slowly, Esmerelda turned and saw a young raven-haired girl with breathtaking beauty standing in front of her. Esmerelda drew a sharp breath. The girl looked so much like her deceased father. Same coal-like curls, same bright dark eyes, same determination on their faces. She also inherited her mother’s heart-shaped face. Esmerelda quickly recollected herself. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’m here to cash in a promise you made to my father long ago after he saved your life,” the girl said, watching the witch’s face for signs of rejection. She had no confidence the famous witch would help her. After all, her family had perished. Esmerelda could simply den
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