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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Twenty-Seven: Gotcha!
The brightness of the morning burns my eyes as I struggle to open my heavy lids; I anticipate waking alone, so the warmth beside me is startling."Were...were you watching me?"The smile on his face is sinfully wicked, yet it induces nothing but worries in me.“I will not go another round; I feel sorer than when Gamma Brielle makes me work out!”“Fine, I can wait.”A frown knits my brows at his response.‘I can wait?’Why would he say that? Is it not better if we avoid discussion of our sins and hope our silence buries them?Is it not better if we behave like animals at night and regain our dignity during the day?Our mess requires no planning; what we are should never be scheduled.So why would he utter the word ‘wait’ to me?Without a word in response to his ‘wait’, I slide from the bed; even though my knees wobble at my feet’s contact with the ground, I manage to stand and tiptoe around the mess we made last night in search of clothes.“I think we should talk, Alba. Define this a l
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Twenty-Eight: How Else
"Your eyes look red."Sharon, the physician, utters as she finishes the day’s final test."They are fine."I answer curtly; our relationship has grown awkward since my last visit to her."Okay."She answers as she places her devices aside and fills in some information on her clipboard; after a while, she exhales heavily.I guess I am not the only one who finds our exchanges tedious."Your heat is stabilising smoothly: I’d say keep up what you are doing, but...I am uncertain if your means of recovery are ones to be proud of.""The Lycan King is my mate. Sex with him has helped."The items she holds in her hand tumble to the ground as shock laces her face; for a moment, she uses the table beside her to support herself."Why? Why would you share such information with me?"I like her pretences, how she used the unspoken to look down on me, but now that I bring the information to light, she wishes to hold no further accountability.Yet if you wished to be vindicated, Sharon, you never shou
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Twenty-Nine: Animals in the Woods
Marko N"Wait, just wait a damned minute.”Marko uttered partly to calm Alba but mostly himself, for he near tackled her when she stood to leave him.“Let’s take it from the top, shall we?”He asked, but her gaze was on anything but him.“Alba? Before I release the command, I need you to promise not to leave.”A scoff leaves her before she utters a wispy fine.“Okay.”He uttered, and her movements regained their flexibility.Her turn to the forest’s path was sudden, so he prepared to leap after her; only a laugh burst from her lips at his reflexes.“Got you!”She uttered as her laughter filled the air and broke the tension in his being.The beautiful sound of her laugh made his belly feel as if butterflies swarmed and flew carelessly within him.The wild abandon of her face as her dark hair remained carried by the wind halted the air in his lungs as she threw her head back to laugh at her idea of a joke.It is not funny that she kept him on his toes, yet, he wanted to capture the mome
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty: Fantastic
Marko NThe black hair band on his wrist was worn out, generic and held strays of inky black hair that made it smell like wild berries and cream.He couldn’t get his eyes off it; all that roamed his mind was how without it, the mass of hair cascading down her face changed her features and emphasised the lust in her golden gaze.Suddenly, he could taste her on his tongue, feel her hands in his hair, and hear her breathy moans in his ear. She was intoxicating in that way, with the wholly lethal ability to consume him.Is this how typical bonds are supposed to feel?“Your majesty.”The call sounded, and the elders looked expectantly at him.What the hell was going on with him?Even now, he should feel concerned about his inability to concentrate, yet if anything, he felt irritated about the damned meeting.He did not want to be here; he wanted to be where she was so that he wouldn’t have to rely on the damned band for her scent.He did not wish to dream of her either; he wanted to see he
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-One: Embodiment
I should leave now, the cues are enough for even the dumbest person to realise the invitation was not a friendly one, but I take a step inside; who needs cloaked enemies anyway. Plus, it thrills me that she is wary enough of me to resort to petty tricks. After barely twelve steps in, the call of my name halts me. “Priestess Alba!!” The voice is far too cheerful for me; nonetheless, I halt. “Do you remember me?” An outrageously beautiful woman with hair the shade of honey and eyes the shade of brightly polished emeralds asks. She smells of flowers and warmth, an odd mix that reminds me of sunflowers; rudely enough, her smile brightens her exaggeratedly perfect features to such an intimidating extent. Her beauty must have increased tenfold since graduation from the academy, for I would remember one as beautiful as she to a keener degree. “Magnolia Grace, Alpha Clive’s daughter, am I correct?” A shadow falters her smile slightly. “That is correct; an honour for the priestess to
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Two: Fragile
**"How do you think it looks?"My gaze turns to mother’s dress next to me on the bed.It was a beautiful raspberry shade that would undoubtedly match her complexion and fit the theme of the small cocktail event.Another gift from the Lycan King, even though my heart was not in the teen magazine, I made an effort to turn the page."Beautiful. You'll impress all those snooty-""Not the dress Alba; I mean my hair."My gaze lifted to hers; a yellowish wig was on her head.The colour was fine; I just hated it because it reminded me of the queen."Your hair is fine as is. But, I can style it if you want; I’ve been speaking with Ham-""I should bleach it, shouldn’t I?""Bleach, as in, alter its colour?"I knew what she meant, but I played dumb, hoping that if she repeated herself, she would notice how she sounded."As in, turn it white, Alba."She sounded unamused with my play at idiocy.With a frown, I stood from the bed, placing the magazines to the side."You mean to resemble the queen,
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Three: Clarity
My hand reaches for his that strokes my hair, swatting it out of the way at the sound of a loudly revved engine."My ride is here. You should go support your...'mate', is it?"His eyes widen before narrowing.“I do not recall using that title with you. Was it a vision or gossip?”“Does it matter? It is the title that you use.”“So, a vision? What else did you see?”The sight of a flashy yellow sports car behind the sleek black car catches my eyes from a distance, causing me to groan.The Alpha does not disappoint.For a moment, I forget the Lycan’s scent and my desire to press myself against him; all I see is the goofy man waving wildly from his very noticeable car.A smile crosses my lips, but not for long, as a familiar searing sensation roars through me, eliciting a sharp jolt between my legs. That the tea’s wetness seeping through my garments could elicit the stiffening of my nipples against the cold is unbelievable. Belatedly, I realise that all I can inhale is eucalyptus and tha
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Thirty-Four: Mother's Daughter
At his direct line of questioning, everything within me stills.Again, he twists the steering wheel in hand as if wanting me to deny his question for the bit of comfort it would offer.He drives when the lights turn green, though he still looks very uncomfortable."Yes."I utter, and the car sways a little before a mutter escapes him."Good God..."He says nothing more for the next few minutes until I notice the mutters that escape him."So then his leading your search when you left the palace, and then at the ball when he left after our dance and came back disgruntled. Christ, and when he left his work to visit Chelsea, my coat on the floor…he was the one that threw it and the way he held your hand-"I say nothing to his mutters, merely letting him stew in his suspicions until one of his hands leaves the steering wheel to reach his mouth."Good God, Priestess, he is the king; he is your stepbrother! Oh, crap, Maggy!"He must mean Magnolia.He has so many reasons to oppose this."Why
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