Все главы A Damaged Alpha: Глава 11 - Глава 20

I only lasted a week. A single week and I’m back here like a fool. I was fine until this morning, then my mark was going crazy. Burning and tingling at my skin so sharply I had to pull up on the bike before I steered into a rabbit hole. Stood under the morning sun in the middle of a dry, arid cornfield I was completely alone yet It felt as though she was right there. I even shivered, closing my eyes, allowing myself to imagine the sensation was her running her hand over it, sending pulses of lust through every nerve ending.How am I meant to follow up leads and investigate with shit going on? I’m having the wolfsbane vial secretly analysed by a master craftsman I trust. A bag of gold and a threat to take his throat if he loses it should keep it safe. Something about that silvery tube just feels off. When I roll it in my hands, the feel of the metal seam, it’s too unusual. There has got to be a link to the culprits through this item.At the same time, I’ve been trailing Cillian, ret

That might have been the most daring I’ve ever felt in my life. Taking control and making him sweat. I am amazed it went so well! I have no idea how I didn’t look at his cock. Probably because I didn’t stop staring at it while he showered so I’d got enough admiring done to keep me sane for a few minutes. Perhaps the huge gown I'm drowning in hid the scent of my arousal but watching him soap and scrub his skin under the hot water was hypnotizingly hot. His body is unbelievable. Even down to his fine, dark chest hair covering his sculpted pecs. Of course his abs are perfect but I had never realised how defined and chiselled his back and broad thighs were. Not until I spent fifteen minutes spying on him in the shower anyway.If he hadn’t said those cruel things about our bond to Luna Helena I might have attempted to join him. Even though I still don't even fully know that he didn't kill my parents. It's purely my own trust in him. I've no evidence to say he's innocent. I know he's kil

I have to revisit our suite in order to dress for this family dinner. Although the room is empty I can still taste his spiced scent. I take pains to look my best, maybe he’ll think back on this plunging emerald green gown next time he’s fled the scene and regret some decisions. Especially with its halter neck tied in a bow that trailed down my back. My blonde hair falls like a shimmering waterfall, my green eyes are bright and energetic. The air itself has a crackle to it as though something has to happen. The more I ponder just what scenarios could happen in a dining room with Nikolai the less I regret leaving my underwear in its drawer. So finally, draped in a flowing emerald green silk dress I practically float down the red-carpeted corridors. The fire torches are lit, stained glass windows at the head of every staircase gleaming ominously. Night is when this gloomy castle comes to life.Walking into the dining room I was quickly deflated. Alexander, Helena, Freya and Phillipe an

In a billowing cloud of green silk I quickly trotted along the corridors. I headed downstairs but instead of the courtyard I followed a small pathway to the side. Darkness engulfed, there were no torches to light in the empty metal slots. I had wandered into an abandoned part of the castle.It seemed as good a place as any to storm off to, so using my hand to feel against the stone wall I continued until I felt a dead end. My high heels clicked along the stone, echoing loudly. Blindly feeling to my side my fingers stung with pain. Silver. These were vertical silver bars. I must have wandered into the castle’s old dungeon. I was touching dank, cobwebbed prison cells. At least I was alone. I crept inside the cell and leant my back against the musty wall. The revealing back of my gown shivered against the cold stone.Cillian. My twin. My gentle, soulful fox-haired brother who adored my parents exactly the same as I did. To even consider him capable of such an act was heart-breaking. We

The castle was already buzzing with activity for the Full Moon ball, but I couldn’t be less interested. I was awake long before dawn, twirling my hair in the dark, anxiously waiting for the ominous sound I knew would be coming. I was right. Not long after dawn the sound of a motorbike thundering away blared out. Mixed in amongst the bustling servants and delivery trucks it was unmistakably Nikolai. Somehow, I even caught a whiff of his scent, as though Priya was inventing him as a ghost for me to lust after some more. Rolling over into the sheets I sighed, annoyed at myself for even being surprised. Nikolai running off is so normal it’s depressing now. It meant I could finally sneak out of Freya’s room and into my own. Freya was sweet to let me stay over but if another one of those brown curls of hers ended up on my face I’d have been forced to chop them off. Walking into our shared suite I stood in the centre of the room and inhaled. That spiced scent of his mixed with the hot ste