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The reigns
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Meeting the Reign family felt too good to be true for Evelyn. She had never expected to encounter such a harmonious, warm, and peaceful household—especially one that wielded immense power. There was no tension, no undercurrents of rivalry or envy, nothing that hinted at the usual struggles that plagued most royal families.It was almost surreal.For Evelyn, this was what a real family should look like. The love and respect they held for one another were evident in every glance, every conversation, and every shared laugh. It was rare—almost unheard of—for a ruling family to be this close, and she couldn’t help but compare it to her own past.A faint wistfulness tugged at her heart, though she tried to shake it off.“I can’t believe how amazing everyone in your family is…” she murmured, smiling softly. The warmth they had shown her was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she had enjoyed every second of their company. She had taken a particular liking to Abigail—there was somet
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Dinner that night had been another moment of quiet joy for Evelyn. A feeling so rare in her life that she scarcely knew what to do with it. She had spent years surrounded by cold glances and sharp words, where laughter was a fragile thing that never lasted. But tonight, it felt different—genuine. The warmth of the Reign family wrapped around her like a long-forgotten embrace, and for the first time in years, she allowed herself to bask in it.She had never thought herself the kind of person to envy another’s life, but as she watched the easy way they teased each other, how love wove itself into even the smallest interactions, a quiet ache settled in her chest. Was this what family was supposed to feel like? She had almost forgotten.Lost in conversation with Abigail and the others, Evelyn had momentarily let her guard down, forgetting even the man she was bound to by marriage. It wasn’t until she turned her head—still smiling—that her gaze met Michael’s across the table. He had been w
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What Evelyn wanted—what she had decided—was for Michael to take her virginity.There was no romance behind the decision, no illusions of love. It was simple. No matter what kind of marriage they ended up having, he was her husband now, and no other man had any claim to her. It had to be him. Only him.And it would only happen once.She had already learned of his desires—his kinks, as he had shamelessly admitted. That knowledge made her nervous, but she wouldn’t back down now. She had made up her mind. She just needed to get through this once, and then it would be over. After tonight, there would be no more sex.This was her way of protecting herself.Because Michael was dangerous. Not just in the obvious ways—in the lethal precision of his movements, the way he commanded a room with little more than a glance, or the power he wielded so effortlessly.No.It was the way he made her feel.He had a pull on her that she couldn’t explain, an effortless ability to make her body crave things
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“Crawl towards me, princess.”The deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver down Evelyn’s spine, reverberating through her like an undeniable command. It reached deep within her, curling around something primal, something she couldn’t quite name. Her breath caught, her body momentarily frozen in place as the weight of his words settled over her.Michael stood there, towering over her, his gaze pinned to her like she was prey caught in his sights. The sharp focus in his eyes sent a fresh wave of heat creeping up her skin, but then… she caught it. A flicker of something mischievous. A glint of amusement, almost as if he were testing her.Her hands curled into the bedsheets, her nails biting into the fabric. He didn’t think she would do it. He was expecting her to hesitate, to shy away from the challenge. That realization irritated her more than the command itself.She refused to be predictable.Evelyn tipped her chin up, her eyes locking onto his with a defiance she had always carried with
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Evelyn sat frozen, feeling the heat creeping up her skin, inch by inch, as the weight of his gaze settled upon her like a physical force. Michael’s expression was unreadable, sharp, and unwavering as he waited for her response.At first, she had thought he was teasing her, pushing her limits just for the sake of it. But no. There was nothing playful in his stance. He meant every single word.She swallowed hard. “T-The first one would do,” she blurted out, her voice a little too quick, a little too shaky.Michael’s stare didn’t waver. If anything, it became even more scrutinizing. His silence stretched, thick and pressing.“Which one?” His voice was deceptively calm, but Evelyn wasn’t fooled.Her entire face ignited as she squeezed her fingers together. Oh, he was doing this on purpose. There was no other reason why he was making her say it.“The… umm… wench one,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.She had never, in her entire life, felt this embarrassed over a single word
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A storm brewed between them, silent yet all-consuming. The mirror before her was an unrelenting witness, reflecting every breathless moment, every whisper of movement between them. Elle's breath hitched, her pulse a relentless drum in her ears."Can you see how beautiful you are?" His voice was low, thick with something unspoken, something dangerous.She wanted to deny it, to look away, but the truth held her captive. In the gilded frame of the mirror, she saw herself—not as she had always been, but as he saw her. His presence behind her was overwhelming, his larger form eclipsing hers. A sculpted contrast of fire and shadow, he stood as though he had always belonged there.Had he been watching them all this time? The thought sent a fresh shiver through her.His hands, steady and commanding, traced the bare skin of her arms, then her waist, pulling her closer against him. "No, don’t look away." The warmth of his breath ghosted over her ear, teasing, coaxing. "Watch yourself. Watch us.
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Evelyn knew this was it.There was no turning back now.The air in the dimly lit room seemed heavier, charged with an invisible force that settled deep in her chest, making each breath feel slow and deliberate. The warmth from the fireplace flickered over the walls, casting long, wavering shadows that mirrored the restless tension building inside her.Michael stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze pinned to her like gravity itself was pulling him in, dark and unreadable, yet blazing with something raw beneath the surface. It was a look that made her stomach tighten, her pulse stuttering against her ribs.She swallowed. Hard.For a long moment, neither of them moved.Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of the sheets beneath her as she steadied herself, her heart thundering in her ears. She had spent so much time fighting this, rationalizing, convincing herself that the hunger curling between them could be ignored. But now, standing on the precipice of something irreversible, she re
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Much later…The bathroom was filled with the quiet patter of water against marble, the scent of steam and soap clinging to the air. Michael stood beneath the freezing cascade, his head bowed, droplets tracing the hard lines of his face before sliding down his bare chest. One hand braced against the wall, while the other lingered near the faint bite mark on his wrist—the only evidence left of Evelyn’s touch.He stared at it, breath steady yet shallow, as if the sight alone threatened to unravel him.The experience he had just shared with her had shaken him.No, shaken wasn’t the right word. It had destroyed something fundamental within him.Michael had expected her to beg, to shatter beneath his touch, to be left clinging and lost like every other woman before her. He had expected to control, to dominate, to remain untouchable as he always did. And yet, somehow, Evelyn had undone him in ways he couldn’t begin to comprehend.A quiet curse left his lips.Frustration licked at his skin li
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"You can't remove that yet! Not unless your doctor says it’s okay to do so." Michael’s voice was firm as he stood beside Evelyn, watching her with a gaze that allowed no room for argument.Before she could reply, the door swung open, and a woman in a white coat stepped in. Her sharp eyes landed on them, catching the tail end of Michael’s words."Actually… it’s perfectly fine for her to remove it," the doctor interjected with a calm smile. "Sir."Evelyn lifted a brow, shooting Michael a knowing look. Her eyes practically shouted, See?Michael let out a slow, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if fighting an unseen battle. "Fine," he muttered. "But let the doctor do it." His voice was still firm, but he stepped back, allowing the doctor to proceed before he turned and exited the room.By the time everything was settled and Evelyn was ready to leave, she saw Michael speaking with the doctor, his tone low and controlled. When she shifted to stand on her own, he was there in an
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Evelyn fell silent. The lump in her throat tightened when he mentioned a condition. Her anger toward him hadn’t vanished—she had simply forced herself to swallow it down. But now, hearing that he was about to set another rule, another ridiculous demand, had her emotions surging once more.However, what Michael said next rendered her mute.Snow White?She hadn’t expected him to bring up the wolf, let alone sound so sour about it. Why did he seem irritated now? Hadn’t he helped her save the poor creature? So why was he suddenly acting like he despised Snow White?A quiet hesitation lingered in the air. But eventually, she nodded.If this was all he wanted, then fine. It wasn’t like he was asking for much—not letting Snow White sleep in their bed? That wasn’t so bad. It still meant she could cuddle the wolf anywhere else. Perhaps Michael just had an issue with wolf fur in his sheets.“Fine… I’ll keep him off the bed,” she relented, her voice clipped. “Now, talk. Explain.”She didn’t want
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Micheal just stared at her in silence. The words she had spoken moments ago seemed to echo in the air between them, heavier than before. Evelyn had dropped her gaze, almost as if afraid to meet his eyes again, and now leaned her forehead against the wolf curled in her arms. It was as though she were trying to shield herself, wrapping around the creature like he was her only anchor.The sight of it made something dark and unfamiliar stir within him.Her small shoulders trembled faintly, her fiery hair spilling over the wolf’s thick white fur. The contrast was striking—like blood on snow, something pure being swallowed by something far too heavy, too painful. And yet, she clung to the animal with a quiet desperation, as if letting go would mean losing the only thing grounding her in this moment.Micheal pulled back slightly, his movements slow and measured. He didn’t want to startle her. Not when she already looked so fragile. Not when he could sense something in her that felt too close
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Michael stood frozen at the threshold of the dimly lit bedroom, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. His grey eyes, sharp as a blade’s edge, landed on the scene before him, and something inside him coiled tight—dangerously tight.Evelyn lay curled on the massive bed, her body wrapped around something—or rather, someone.Snow White.The large white wolf, with his thick fur and unsettlingly intelligent eyes, lay beside her, his breathing slow and steady. But Michael barely spared the animal more than a glance. His focus was on her. On the way her delicate fingers were buried in the wolf’s thick fur. On the way her body pressed so trustingly, so intimately, against the creature’s warmth. And worst of all, the way her face—so serene, so utterly content—was nestled against its back.Michael’s expression did not change at first. He was too stunned to react.Seconds passed. Then, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line.His jaw ticked once. Then twice.A slow, simmerin
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The wolf stilled at her touch.Evelyn had hesitated before finally gathering the courage to extend her hand and brush her fingers against its snowy white tail. The soft texture surprised her—it was thicker and woolier than she had expected, a mix of coarse and silky strands that seemed to shimmer under the dim lighting.Holding her breath, she waited for a reaction. She thought the wolf would jerk away, snarl, or even bare its teeth at her for daring to touch it. But none of that happened. It remained completely still, unbothered. Almost… indifferent.Cautiously, she stroked its fur again, this time moving her fingers in a slow, gentle rhythm. Still, there was no response.Her tense shoulders finally eased a little. If the wolf had been aggressive or hostile, it would have made that clear by now, wouldn’t it? Or was it just too exhausted to react? Was it still in pain from its injuries?“Hey… Snow White, baby?” Evelyn murmured, softening her voice, instinctively trying to comfort the
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A distant howl broke through the silence of the night.Evelyn paused, her fingers tightening around the blanket draped over her lap. The sound echoed through the castle walls, low and mournful, stirring something deep inside her.Wolves.It shouldn’t have been surprising. The Reigns estate sat atop a forested hill, surrounded by sprawling wilderness. The occasional howl wasn’t uncommon. And yet… this was the first time she had truly heard one since she arrived.Her mind immediately flashed back to the snow-white wolf they had rescued.She had forgotten about it completely in the whirlwind of everything that had happened. The secrets. The lies. Michael locking her away like a prisoner. But now, hearing that call in the night, she couldn’t help but wonder.Where was the wolf now?It must still be healing, right?Michael had assigned a medical team to tend to it—an elite one, no doubt. They would have done their job well. The wolf had to be getting better by now. Right?A sudden urge gri
