All Chapters of Cursed to be my Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~ Rhys ~ Standing by Amira’s side, Rhys was feeling incredibly down. It was like a rain cloud hovered over him; everything seemed gloomy even though the day was bright, the sun shining through the multi-coloured windows of the Great Hall. Rhys’ body ached, particularly his breasts. The corset was not helping. He asked Lyra, one of Amira’s maids, to loosen it, yet it still felt incredibly restrictive, and it was almost like overnight Amira’s breasts had grown. He wouldn’t complain if only he was in his body not feeling like this. It was awful. The turquoise dress chosen looked brilliant against Amira’s skin tone, yet he felt somewhat bloated and with some discomfort in his back and stomach. Due to this, Rhys could not focus much whilst Amira acted out his duties as king. Shifting a little from one foot to the other, the boots uncomfortable, everything uncomfortable, he watched as Amira followed the process of making Alpha Evander a Duke. There was a little pride swelling in his ches

~ Rhys ~Although Alpha Evander was the one to order his Beta and Bash to stand outside their door while they made up, the pair still moved aside when Amira pushed open the door, holding his hand, announcing they’d made up and wanted to return to her room. Now, the pair were in Amira’s room, where she led Rhys to the sofa. He eyed the bed but decided it was a little pathetic of him to go straight to bed when he wasn’t even ill.Amira and other women dealt with this each month. He knew from the servants that no woman had time off. So, they especially never remained in bed, put up with these symptoms, and continued to work. Ugh, but how?! It was absolutely horrid! And to think he wasn’t even… you know… bleeding or anything yet!While Rhys curled in on himself, Amira handed him the blanket from the bed before leaving the bed chamber. He thought she’d had enough of his grumbling and moaning and left him to it. But she returned after some time with a large leather water pouch and handed it

The sound of shuffling feet and whispers roused Rhys from his sleep. He frowned at the intrusion, turning his head in the direction of the noise. The maids Lyra and Meredith stopped, new linen sheets in their hands. He could see their mouths moving, and only moments later, he was registering what they were saying. “They look so cute together!” Lyra squealed. “Shh! You’ll wake them,” Meredith scolded.“But look how much His Majesty has changed for Amira! He’s been looking after her during her cycle. When has he ever done that before!” Lyra gushed, then pouted at Meredith, pushing her back towards the doors.“We should leave them to rest. Who knows how much sleep they have really had?” Meredith giggled, the light from the doorframe that poured into the room gradually decreasing as they shut the doors behind them, giggling.“So noisy,” he grumbled and blinked at the sound of his voice. It was then he noticed where he lay on the bed and what bundle of warmth was snuggling into him.Rhys

With no bookcase to hold her up as well, Amira’s eyes almost rolled back to the feel of Rhys’ length, almost hooking inside of her as she sunk deeper on top of him. She sighed, hooded eyes lowering to look at her mate as he sat down in his chair behind the desk. Amira adjusted herself. She couldn’t actually do much with the positioning of the arms of the chair, but Rhys’ tight hold on her back and backside proved he didn’t intend on her staying there long. Sitting upright, feet going through the sides of the chair and grounding her, Amira started slowly circling her hips, biting her lip to the feel of him. Rhys’ hands rested on her hips at her tease, eyes drawing to her breasts and his mark. This wild beauty was his, and now the rest of the world was going to know it, too.Amira’s hands slid from his shoulders to the waistcoat, and she started undoing buttons to gain access to his collarbone. Rhys was about to let it slide off his arms until Amira stopped him. “Don’t… I’m kind of… d

The doors swung open, and the Alpha King and his mate waltzed through, heads held high, exuding confidence as they made their way through the meeting room. The elder's gazes zeroed in on Amira and the mark beneath her collarbone. Instead of waiting for another chair to be arranged for his Queen, he pulled Amira onto his lap and took his seat at the head of the long table. Amira was uncertain about his decision, but she couldn't suppress the smirk that formed on her lips as she observed the elders' disapproving glares and their immediate shift to gossiping, bickering and discussing her as if she were not present to hear any of it.“This rebel leader is your mate?” One spoke louder than the rest, addressing the Alpha King and silencing the table. “You know I was once an Alpha’s daughter before a rebel leader,” Amira replied sharply before Rhys could answer. “Does that make it better?”“Not really,” the elder growled back.“And now she is my mate and your Queen,” Rhys growled back, his