The sun’s set across the horizon casts a peachy sort of orange glow on the sky, and though I wish my focus could remain on the beauty, it is on the landed, sleek private plane resting on the runway.I know they are performing the final checks, yet I cannot help the mixture of nervousness and impatience that floods me as I wait for the doors to open and for Marko to just...be in my field of view.Crap, the nerves are messing with my stomach.I realise when a mild pang settles low, so I turn my attention to the bracelet Sharon offered before I left the house—the same one I had given her in her office years ago after making the decision to revert to Wolfsbane.Unwelcomed memories fill me, yet none brings a smile to my face like the one of Ninko catching us kissing in her office.Oh my, I have involved Sharon in so many of my poorly planned actions.I wonder how best I can reward-The thought vanishes instantly as the door finally opens, releasing a wave of mint and eucalyptus into the ai

“You think I did not fight? I fought the bond with everything I had, and I lost everything in return.”His father uttered in his study, swirling an amber liquid that seemed to match the mood in the room.“You…chose scandal over mother.”He accused, but his father took no offence, merely laughed.“I hope you will not repeat the mistakes I made.”His father laughed again, but this time, the sound seemed to echo and distort the space they were in because suddenly he was in the ballroom, dancing, yet his mind roamed to his mother’s favourite garden.“Focus on me, Marko; people are staring.”Magnolia uttered; so, he did, yet…this was wrong.Despite the knowledge in his belly that something was amiss, he twirled and spun the beautiful blonde, who moved graciously across the floor.She would do him proud and make the best queen Ketria had ever seen. He could feel it…yet he was missing something.But what? This was what he wanted, perfection and regal dignity.The music ceased, and applause e

"You crazy…!"The words burst through me with such force that I almost utter ‘fuck’ to Marko, yet, though I could halt the completion of my curse, my hand still reaches for Marko's ear, tugging him to me that in his shock, he hunches towards me.I do not mean to make him resemble an ill-behaved child caught misbehaving by their parent, but I cannot help it."Your knee is bleeding! What the hell happened?"I knew the scent of mint had strengthened; I just never imagined that the source of the potency could be his blood. I have not known of anything capable of making Marko bleed.He is invincible, or he is supposed to be."I just hurt myself.""How?"Even in Red Graw, none managed to draw his blood, so why now? Why here when there was no danger?His body that was facing Katy threateningly turns to me fully, giving me the full view of his wound.“This is-”I try and comment on the broken skin, but Marko lifts my gaze from the injury to meet the silver of his eyes."Why did you leave me."

Marko N. IvanovA tea party was perfect.A smile touched Marko’s lips at the thought.That it would come the day before the ball was even more fitting, for he could now anticipate his announcement.He did not understand her hesitation, but what he did know was that it would kill him if she hesitated because she had no wish to be tied to him in that way.That she moved to Ketria with him and is open with her affection for him is one thing, but that she would agree to tell the world that she belongs to him and that he belongs to her, that she would agree to be the mother of the nation was another.For starters, it meant that she couldn’t leave him, that she was in this relationship entirely and willing to stick through their ups and downs.His gaze lowered to her perfectly framed breasts; pealing the gown off her damp body was easy. Her shudder followed soon after, encouraging his hold on her.The stiffening of her pert buds called his attention, and for some reason, he no longer rememb

As soon as the door to their room closed, Alba walked to the foot of the bed and settled on the white ottoman with a sigh before plopping her upper body on the bed, making her breasts rock almost out of the secure hold of her gown. He wanted to walk to her, tug the fabric so he could expose her mounds to his pleasure, maybe shove his shaft between them and rock until he spewed all over her face. Shit…he was still pent up. Yet the second he did anything suggestive, she could use that as an excuse not to follow through on the conversation. "I grew up the gold digger’s daughter. You cannot convince me that Milos's life will be easy bearing the title 'incest' baby." "He is not...we are not related by blood." "And my mother did not care for your father's gold." "So then your solution is to leave us in limbo? He can be deemed a sin in every way, but that one puts his life at risk should the elders decide to conspire against him. Leaving us in limbo isn’t the best way.” "Then what is?