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~ Amira ~While Amira had been internally debating with herself and forcing herself to look past Demon’s whines and the barrier around her heart that crumbled to them, Rhys had been side-eying her in the bath.“You were going to escape. Why? You knew this was a possibility of happening,” Rhys said, oblivious to Amira’s thoughts and the narrowing of her eyes directed at him.Amira rolled her eyes. “If you were ever truly in my shoes, then you would understand why escaping was a better option.” She held her finger up to silence Rhys; surprisingly, he did. Rhys didn’t interrupt and watched her; his movements paused mid-scrub under his armpit. “There were other reasons as well… I wanted to hunt down the elders who were banished... No matter, I will send the word out to target them.” A wicked smile lit up Amira’s face to the malevolent thoughts racing across her mind. So many would volunteer to hunt down and torture corrupt officials, which made their lives harder. Heck, even if she sent
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~ Amira ~The doors closed behind them as Amira ventured further into the Alpha King’s chambers, lost in thought about this situation. She never thought about Beta Baltir discovering the body swap. Or hear their conversation. They seriously needed to get thicker walls. Rhys and Amira would need to find somewhere more private if they wished to discuss such things again. Right now, though, Amira needed to focus on the current issue. What could be done about Baltir?“What do you think you know?” Amira decided to ask, turning to face him, now inside the living quarters by the fireplace. It was relatively safe to talk about this here. It was further inside the king’s quarters, with the multiple walls and doors between them and the guards. "You’re not Rhys…” Baltir said, observing her and side-stepping gingerly. Amira glanced at his movements. It looked like he was debating whether to attack her or not. That would be a mistake. Amira ignored his hesitant movements and sat down in the a
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~ 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
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~ Rhys ~By the time Amira returned, dressed in a white shirt and breeches, the trio were sitting at the light pink sofa and armchairs, a drink in their hands. Baltir and Bash were still tense around Rhys, observing him and wondering if he really was the Alpha King. But they were more interested in getting some alcohol in their system first so they could handle the conversation they were going to have.It really wasn't that hard to understand, but Rhys and Amira were now somewhat used to it.Amira grabbed Rhys’ glass and tossed the whiskey back, gulping it down like water. Baltir and Bash watched her, a little fixated now that they were up to speed with everything. Their expressions were easy to read. They were adjusting to calling the Alpha King Amira and vice versa.Amira handed the empty glass to Rhys and plopped down in the open spot beside Rhys on the sofa. The Beta was in one armchair and Bash in another, watching them.“Thanks," Rhys grumbled, glaring at Amira. "Care to pour me
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~ 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
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~ Rhys ~Watching himself hunched over scrolls and books in the private section of the library meant only for royals was quite a sight to see. At times, it was like an out-of-body experience, but Amira’s habits and behaviours would snap Rhys out of his thought process. It was odd seeing his body act so casually whilst dressed so well. He’d repeatedly scolded Amira about her posture and how she acted. Most of the time, she was fine in front of others, but now they were alone, her usual habits returned. She acted as though his body was just as flexible as hers. And Goddess, please help him; Amira's body was fricken flexible. Amira currently sat, one leg folded beneath her ass- somehow that was comfortable- whilst the other was spread wide. Earlier, she’d been propped up, balancing on her feet on the chair, hugging her knees as she read over parchments and listened to him tell her crucial information that would help her while she acted as the king. That was the reason they were in ther
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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
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~ Rhys ~ Holding Amira in his arms, Rhys stroked the top of her head, frowning as she clutched to him, appearing so vulnerable. He could see why. They’d shared another dream. A nightmare. A memory. One Rhys knew she wasn’t aware of his presence. He forced himself awake after the crowds cheered in happiness for Alpha Dashiell’s beheading. The dream was gut-wrenching and full of horrors that such a young child had to witness. It was no wonder Amira was the way she was. Rhys could hear and see everything as Amira did. Even Alpha Dashiell’s voice was in her mind as it went blank between her memories. Now he rocked her back and forth, growing used to seeing his body and cuddling it to calm her erratic breathing and silent tears. Nobody should see the king in such a way. Fortunately, Amira wasn’t loud in her nightmares. Approaching the guards in Amira’s nightgown made it easy to slip into his quarters. Rhys shook his head. His hand stroked back the damp hairs from her face. Who was he
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