All Chapters of The Forbidden Romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LIAM’S POV “I won’t repeat myself again, Daemon. Stop” My wolf growled in my head again but I ignored him. He was getting on my nerves with all the growling he was doing and I was not in the right mood to find out why he was anxious. I was just coming from a meeting at the Packhouse where my father had annoyed me. He just gave me the final ultimatum - to find a mate before the month runs out or he’d force me to mate another woman who wasn’t my mate. I was looking for a place to blow of the steam but my wolf wasn’t helping matters. I was standing on the bailey, right in front of the Packhouse, gazing steadily at the dark woods. I was getting more angry and frustrated as I stood there, so I decided to go for a run in the end. I shifted, allowing my wolf take over before running into the woods. I ran straight to the boundary and was surprised to discover that there was no soul there. There were paw marks everywhere, so I discerned there had been a kind of fight or attack that had happ

ALPHA LIAM’S POVThe way she moaned while kissing me back hungrily intensified my arousal. Her hips were bucking toward me, which meant she wanted me more than anything at that point, she wanted me inside her. While I wanted to hold myself back and push her off because this was highly forbidden, my wolf wouldn’t let me.I ran my nose down the length of her neck before sinking my fangs into them, marking her before I could even think about it. A painful and pleasure-filled moan left her throat. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be doing this, I was forcing myself to stop but it seemed an unstoppable, invisible force was manipulating me. She arched herself closer to me when I grabbed her breasts and pinched her pink, erect nipple. She moaned when I took one of her nipples into my mouth. After that, I ran my hands down her slim waist before grabbing her broad hips and her curvy, round ass. I kneaded them roughly while slapping it at intervals.“F*ck me!” She moaned out as she began to take her

The healer was a wise and experienced figure, respected by the members of the pack for his knowledge and skill in medicine. He was an older man, with a kind and gentle face. He had a white beard, and his hair was grey and tied back in a ponytail. He was tall and thin, with a stooped posture, a result of spending hours bent over his patients. He had a calm and soothing manner, and his hands were steady and sure as he tended to the wounded. He was considered as the backbone of the pack and was always ready to help when needed. He had a vast collection of herbs, potions, and salves that he used to heal the wounded and the sick. He was also knowledgeable in the art of divination and was often sought out for advice and guidance.Yvonne's heart was heavy with worry as she entered the healer's cabin, her eyes scanning the room for her daughter. When she finally saw Penelope lying on the bed, her body covered in cuts and bruises, she was shocked. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, her m

Liam crept through the trees in the boundary, his senses heightened as he made his way closer to the werewolf pack. He knew he had to be careful, one wrong move and he would be discovered. But he was determined to see Penelope, his mate. He moved swiftly, weaving through the trees and dodging branches with ease.As he passed by the guards in the boundary, he could sense their confusion. They knew something had just passed by, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it. He smiled to himself, knowing he was too skilled to be caught. The dark night was his ally and the woods were his playground.The ripped guards were a formidable sight, standing tall and imposing at the entrance of the palace. Their muscles bulged beneath their armor, giving them an intimidating physique. Their broad shoulders were adorned with the symbol of the werewolf pack, and their piercing eyes scanned the area for any potential threats. They were truly the elite guards, handpicked for their strength, speed and

"Mother, I can't do this," Penelope said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't meet him like this. I need you to help me beg father for me. I will do anything other than wedding Logan" "Nonsense," her mother said firmly. "You are going to meet your betrothed and make a good impression. You have been preparing for this day your entire life. You will not back out now. And there is nothing that can be done. Don't bring this up again, Penelope. Your father won't like it if he hears about it" she warned in a whisper. Penelope was surprised at how she raised her voice at her but she knew her mother was right. But the thought of meeting the man she had been betrothed to made her feel like she was going to be sick. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, but her nerves were getting the best of her. "Come on," her mother said, holding out her hand. "Let's go meet our guests." Penelope took her mother's hand, her heart pounding in her chest as they walked towards the palac