All Chapters of Cursed to be my Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~ Rhys ~Damn, did it feel good to be in the comforts of luxury again? Although his bath had been interrupted by Amira and the questions, she didn’t get answers to. He felt no guilt for not telling her the reasoning behind the elder’s authority. Even Nisha’s silence was not enough to deter him. In fact, it reminded him of having Demon in his mind. He would only growl and make his emotions apparent. Sometimes, if they were strong emotions, then he could hear some of his thoughts; otherwise, it was quiet. Much like now, though, he knew Nisha had a lot to say like Amira, making him more aware of Amira and Nisha’s similarities. Now dressed in the nightgown the maid gave him, he stared outside the bay windows, cradling a glass of whiskey. Yep, he managed to procure a bottle he’d hidden in the room previously. While lost in thought about the elders and the annoying power they had held over him until now, his head whipped to the side, hearing multiple footsteps approaching the door. The d

~ Amira ~It was strange having two others now aware of the secret Amira and Rhys only just wrapped their heads around. Simultaneously, it was nice at the same time. Around Baltir and Bash, Amira didn’t need to be overly conscious about how she acted unless she was in front of other courtiers.After a few weeks in Rhys’ body, though, she’d already done well acting as the king. It was quite easy. She was a leader herself, so ordering people to do stuff came naturally to her, especially with the Alpha blood in her system. But it was also nice to speak to someone else who wasn’t the irritating king. Now that Baltir was aware of who Amira really was, he started to act a little differently with her. He was definitely more formal. It had only been half a day since she went to meetings, and in the short spare time they had, Amira noted his slightly different behaviour. She asked him about it, and his response was that she was Alpha King Rhys’ mate, the future Luna. He couldn’t act so casual

The sound of flesh ripping and wolves yelping and growling echoed throughout the grounds of the Desai estate. Carried in the arms of her Nanny, Amira’s tiny arms tightened around her neck as she watched the mansion go up in flames. Her heart thumped like a war drum, her eyes scanning the grounds for her father. It was chaotic, and the nightmare gripped Amira until the usual scenes unfolded. “It’s been a while since I last had this dream,” Amira murmured, watching everything from afar as though she were a phantom watching from the side to see her younger self wrestle with her emotions. Nothing could be done. She could not go back into the past and correct any of it. She was too young to fight anyone, yet she punished herself from these days onwards and vowed she would get revenge. “Nanny!” Young Amira screamed, her eyes widening at the approaching werewolf who hadn’t transformed. She doesn’t remember his face. It is blurred, a phantom of her imagination now. Still, he slices her Nan

~ Rhys ~The following day, Rhys and Amira were once again in the library, this time using his father’s study. The curtains had been pulled back, and the place had been cleaned with fresh air pouring in from the window to get rid of the last of the dust. Rhys never expected it to be so ready to be used, but Amira had been one step ahead before their shared nightmare. Amira chose not to occupy the desk space, even though it would have been acceptable. Rhys could sense her thoughtfulness as she refrained from using his late father's spot to review documents. Instead, she sat at the armchairs beside the fireplace, looking through the diaries and scrolls Rhys provided her in the hopes of discovering what happened all those years ago. While Amira was absorbed in the contents of the parchments, Rhys would watch her. He couldn’t help but be lost in thought. The night before caused a shift between them. It wasn’t obvious, but he couldn’t stop himself from acting… nicer towards her, and she

~ Rhys ~ After changing into a nightie, Rhys was ordered to lie on the bed and get comfortable. He wasn’t used to being ordered by anyone. But the king let it slide as he did exactly as he was told, propping up pillows behind him as Amira went to and from the water closet. On her return, there was a bowl with a mixture he couldn’t identify the contents of and some thin paper-type strips. “Lie flatter and bend one of your legs,” Amira instructed and rolled her eyes when Rhys obviously didn’t bend his knee as she meant. Her instructions weren’t that obvious! “Rhys, you need to remove your underwear. I have seen my own pussy, you know.” Oh. Rhys removed the underwear, watching Amira as he did, and bent his leg again. Amira placed the contents on the bedside table and moved Rhys’ leg so his foot was on the inside of his thigh. “Stay like that no matter what,” Amira affirmed before placing a wooden spatula on the inside of his thighs, spreading the warm contents along the hair there.