All Chapters of Seducing The Bloodmoon Princess : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I am not in Bloodmoon. I cannot just beat the CRAP out of Hailie. This is the real world. In the real world, hospitalizing this drunk bitch would be assault. Also, I’d feel bad for beating up an intoxicated person. I don’t know if she’d say that shit while sober, so it wouldn’t be right to hurt her for it. Now if she said that shit while sober, a whole different story, I’d still have to control the violence, but I wouldn’t have just taken it without making a cutting remark of my own, at the very least. It’s not like Hailie was the first to comment on my lack of assets. This is why I easily had the answer of being a card-carrying member of the itty bitty tittie committee. I learned quickly that if I had a flaw, I better own it. Sure, I’m still an A cub. Big deal. It’s not like I’m flat-chested. I learned to buy the right bras and tops to accent what I have. I don’t need big tits to get males. Dad told me I got my mother’s figure. She found love, which means I can do it too. It just wo

I’ve not actively avoided the stooges this week. I’m also not giving them the time of day beyond simple greetings in passing. I have classes to focus on, which will always be more important than these fools and their stupid bet. I know I told Pam I’d play them back. I’m unsure how to do that without making things worse. I’m not a player, despite what some may think due to my casual relationships with Iver, Evan, and Shamus. That was different; there weren’t any secrets, and we were all on the same page. I’m not on the same page as Isak, Aidan, and Albert. They may be on the same page, but that’s not the same. I’ve been conflicted on how to handle them all week. Even to the point, I thought about calling home for advice. I decided against it for a couple of reasons. First, I don’t want Dad or Uncle John to hear this. Otherwise, I couldn’t think of anyone who could give good advice about my circumstances. No one I know has been in this situation. I can already imagine the answers I’d

I knew it. I knew whatever club Aidan was taking us to wouldn’t be normal. What possessed Aidan to bring me HERE on a date? He put zero thought into asking for me to come here. Pam might be all for this place, and that’s great for her and Malcolm. However, I’m not. This is sooo not my vibe. I know everyone has some kink. I do my best not to think about what twisted shit people in my pack and family do behind closed doors. I’m not close to the Sicilian alphas, but I know enough that at least two have darkrooms. I probably shouldn’t be aware of that, but Colby and Azriel love to tease Darren about the sex room at his villa in Madonie. What consenting adults do in private is their business. The sign behind the bar featuring gold paddles with red hearts and red leather straps that crisscross to form an infinity heart above the gold words ‘Well Thumbed Members Only’ doesn’t make this private. I don’t call having sex in an open room with dozens of other people private. If there were mass

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet. My eyes scanned the titles, recognizing several from our book club. But a series we hadn’t yet completed caught my attention. Not all the books were in print, and as much as we loved and wanted to support the indie author, A.D. Burnell, those reading apps could be a bit unpredictable. Yet, in Well Thumbed, all nine of her Queen Among series were here in paperback. I couldn’t resist. I plucked A Queen Among Snakes from the shelf and settled onto the nearest sofa. I set my empty cup down and delved into the book. How did they have books unavail

I have been trying to put what happened in the coffee lounge of Well Thumbed out of my mind. I blame the fact it’s been a while since I had sex or did anything sexual. It’s been almost a year since I hooked up with Daisuke, and I haven’t even masturbated since I got to campus. Thin walls may be worse than super hearing. I’ve been too embarrassed that Pamela would hear me even to attempt it. I tried to distract myself from the temptation of letting my imagination run wild thinking about Aidan’s fingers by reading. While reading is generally a great escape, reading books Aidan bought for me isn’t an escape from thinking about him. Especially when I picked up A.D. Burnell’s series. Aidan didn’t buy those. He demanded them, and well, reading sex scenes didn’t help. I won’t admit this to anyone. I don’t even want to admit it to myself, but I took advantage of Pamela still being gone and let my imagination take hold… multiple times over the weekend. Today, I vowed not to stay in my room