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Chapter One-Zero-Nine: Disappointing {I}
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"That's not fair, Alba." "‘That’s not fair’?” I repeat. “‘That’s not fair.’’ The sentence finds my lips again, but this time, it is coupled with a frail laugh. “‘That’s…not fair’? Marko, the man I love just tried to command me into doing his bidding. Do you know how it feels to have no control over your body, for every cell to be wholly under someone else’s command? How dare you speak of fairness to me?" Why can’t I keep myself through a conversation with him without yelling? "I don't want you to leave me! I don't-" He utters as a hand flies to his hair before a frustrated sigh escapes him. "Can we just talk civilly? The 'me' here has done nothing wrong!" As he finishes, he begins his approach to me. “Do not come near me.” He stills when I begin to walk backwards. “Alba-” “You have done nothing wrong? Marko, there are bars on the doors and windows! And if that’s not bad enough, you tried to command me to ‘stay put’!" "Okay, fine, I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that-" "Don'
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Neither my body’s stretch against the warm sheets nor the sound of the coastal morning birds could relieve any tension bubbling in my stomach. I cannot believe he did not, at any point in the night, reach out to me. The bars are still on the windows; I can see their shadow against the curtain. The only thing that keeps me from giving in to my misery is the scent of bacon flooding my room. Perhaps he wishes to speak over breakfast? Then again, the Marko I know cannot cook. I do not bother with a shower, merely drape one of his robes over my body and rush to the dining room. A laugh nearly claims me at the sight that fills my eyes, but the bitterness within me would not permit anything to flow from my lips. The room was empty, but on the table sat a plate of breakfast essentials wrapped in a clingfilm that bore a note atop it. I don't...want to read it. I don’t want my heart to escape me at the meaning behind a simple yellow note. "Marko." I call, but no answer. Then again,
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The streetlights make him resemble an angel, for it gives him a sort of halo that strains my vision.His approach to me is quick, I do not even have the chance to reel away from him, not that I can anymore, I cannot feel my limbs.“Let’s go before the police come, my darling.”He utters as he stretches his hand towards me.I can’t reach it; I do not even wish to close my eyes for fear that everything will fade to black.Why can’t I sense Kaisa?A frown forms on his face at my lack of response to his gesture.“Those animals…they drugged my beloved.”He mutters as he lowers to one knee, and where I expect him to lift me, he only reaches for my cheeks, tugs my face to his and plants a forced kiss that I can neither fight nor reciprocate due to the muscle relaxers in the tranquiliser.I nearly hurl when his tongue slides inside my mouth; the repulsion is something I have never felt before, yet the nauseating sensation swirling within me continues to grow.Is it because of the bond that I
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Marko. "Why?" He asked the question again, leaning against the musky metal bars; he knew the answer but asked it anyway. She didn't answer; he did not expect her to, hell even his question was rhetorical. The dungeons smelled like moss and stagnant water, but her blood from interrogations was the most pungent of scents. Everything was over for her; she had lost her honour and title now that she had been marked a national traitor, and while her father, Elder Clive, fled the country at the sight of the leaked CCTV footage of the accident, she had remained broken at the site. The marks on her body were not because she did not collaborate; she had spilt every treasonous secret, even the fact that her father was the one to orchestrate the temple car crash. The marks on her flesh were his frustrations; he would have killed her if it were not for Rhett. Hell, he would have killed her if he were not certain Alba was alive due to their bond. He could still do it now; there was none but
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter One-Seventeen: And I
He is beautiful.The kind of beauty you only see on social media photos that have been augmented several times.His little eyes are shut, but his chest rises and falls with such a rhythm that lulls me to calmness.I love the white of his lashes and hair; they add an etherealness to him that, sadly, is too familiar with Marko.If I do decide to keep him, I would have to go quite far so that they never meet.My nose moves to his chest before his little arms stretch, pushing me slightly off his frame, and the breathing resumes.It had been two days since Kaisa had mentioned Marko was close; perhaps I got my hopes too high up in expecting him to be here in haste.Still, I find solace in this space that she pulls me to.Simply watching ‘ugly’ perform the most mundane of tasks clumsily takes away any anxiety staking its claim on me.Even now, I cannot feel the pain that thumps through my jaw, arm or cheek present while I am awake.The removal of the mark is taking longer than the Alpha of R
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