Aliya helped braid my red hair into a simple chunky braid which she managed to enhance by a microbraid running along the center of the style. The hair was beautiful and it managed to bring out the shape of my face perfectly. "The hair looks so good on you," Amelia gushed, staring at me with owly eyes. "Can I also get my hair made like this? I'm tired of keeping my hair so long. I know having it like yours would help keep them in check." Smiling at her, I stood up from the chair stationed in front of the ornate vanity mirror. I removed the towel draped over my shoulder and handed it over to Aliya, who promptly exited the room. I was left with the kids who stared at me, eyes filled with admiration. Rhea had a smile on my face as she gestured to me with her hands, she was using sign language which I knew nothing about. I felt bad for not taking the class also. "Rhea says your hair looks magnificent," Amelia served as the interpreter, and I was thankful for it. I bent down on my knee
Nunchucks were quite an easy weapon to use, or maybe Katniss was just a good teacher. Within just half a day of training, I already got a hang of it. However, as we trained, I didn't miss the cold shoulders Katniss passed me. It got to my nerves sometimes, but I couldn't exactly get mad at her. She had every right to be angry at me. I threw Katniss the nunchucks as I fell down to the floor, panting for air. The training had taken a toll on me, and according to Katniss, I still needed to work on my stamina if I really wanted to master the use of nunchucks and the art of Krav Maga. Onerous. From a distance, I caught sight of Canary and Tyra engrossed in a conversation, although their words remained inaudible. With an exasperated sigh, I tore my gaze away from them, watching keenly as Katniss returned the nunchucks to their appropriate place. She was being quiet and it rubbed me off badly in a way. "You're still pissed with me, aren't you?" I stated the obvious, as Katniss turned to fa
Almost as if we read each other's minds, Sophia, Canary, and I stomped out of the training ground into the mansion in search of Alexander. The letter was held firmly in my grasp as we entered the living room, which was quiet. No one was there. We made our way to the study, and there he was, seated behind his desk, while Julian and Alphonse had their seats on a couch. They had a look of surprise on their faces as we made our way into the study, closing the door behind us. Sophia and Canary were quick to join their husbands on the plush three seater couch, while I chose to remain by the door, attempting to collect my scattered thoughts.After I did that, I held the letter up, locking my eyes with a fatigued Alexander who remained seated. His hazel eyes were weary, and I noticed he hadn't changed out of the clothes he'd used in training. "I didn't know the whole five kingdoms were invited to the duel. Isn't that risky, Alexander?" I voiced out my thoughts, stepping further into the stud
The kiss was passionate, ferocious, and it was as though Alexander planned on eating my lips whole. His hands cupped my breast, making me release a whimper as he tugged on it and gave it a squeeze, one that sent a shock of waves flying through my spine. Then, he broke the kiss, trailing kisses down my neck. He fervently latched on a particular spot on my neck, one that did well to make me arch my back in pleasure. His groans filled the room as he continued to latch on my neck like it was his dinner, his last supper, and when his mouth found my breast — I almost died of pleasure. One of his hands remained on my breast, the other cupped my ass, and his mouth assaulted my other breast. The pleasure it sent through me was terrifying. I kept squirming on the glass table in immense rapture. I felt wet liquid on my nipple before his tongue came out to play, flicking with it like it was some toy. . .it could have been at that moment. I bit my lips, my eyes slowly opening to see him take his
I was convinced that Alexander penis could send someone into a state of ecstasy. Sex. Those small three letter words that seemed innocent were far from being innocent, it was so damn good. It made me feel things I'd never felt before. The way my body throbbed in pain, the way my legs trembled as Alexander thrusted into me, the way he cupped my breast while placing his mark all over me, the way my erected nipples rubbed against his skin, and the way my vagina clenched tightly against his penis sent me to a type of heaven only sex could send one to. Gracious cessi, his groans were also sexy, I wanted to keep hearing them. And the orgasm; those liquids that kept shooting out through my vagina turned my mind upside down. "Alexander. . ." I breathed, the sound of our skin slapping against each other reverberated through the study. I could feel another orgasm build up within me again and I let out a long, deep moan. "That spot. . .go faster.""Hell, Annalisa," he murmured. I kissed him an
Unlike werewolves who had to wait till the age of sixteen to find their wolf, Lycans could manifest from the age of nine. The same age Amelia's eyes turned red for the first time. It was too fishy to be a coincidence. Without a doubt, Amelia was definitely a Lycan. It'd been a day since I discovered that, yet, I still found it difficult to comprehend. It was all I kept thinking about, even as I ate lunch at the dining room with the whole family. I couldn't stop staring at Amelia as she stuffed her mouth with bread and curry. As though she could feel my eyes on her, she looked up from her food and passed me a toothy grin. I smiled at her and looked away, drifting my gaze to Alexander who was eating lamb meat for lunch. I was tempted to ask about Amelia's being as a Lycan, but I didn't want to ask. At least, not yet. His duel with Calixto was only four days away. It was on everyone's lips, the duel between the Alpha of the white pack and the crown prince of Cessi, creating a buzz like
After Canary dropped her bombshell on me, I could hardly even blink. I was in shock, wondering how two women could be together. It was something I'd never heard of before. My mind flashed back to Canary and Tyra, and seeing the two of them together, I couldn't deny they both had chemistry together. They were close, that I knew, and amongst the warriors they interacted enough. "You're not saying anything, Annalisa," I was shaken out of my daze by Canary. Her brown orbs penetrated me. "You've been quiet for almost an hour."I shrugged, regaining my composure as I stood up from where I crouched. Canary followed suit, standing up straight. "I don't know what to say to you," I admitted. "I'm just trying to fathom the possibility of a woman being with another woman."Canary eyes were the softest I'd ever seen as she looked at me. "But you're not disgusted at me, right?" She looked hopeful as she waited for a response from me. "Right?" She pressed. "No," disgust wasn't part of the emotion
I expected a slap. I expected to be held by the material of my gown while being yelled upon by the parents of the maids I'd ordered to be killed. Yet, I was left surprised by their warm welcome. The first place we stopped by was Penelope home. Her mother and brothers were the ones who welcomed me with a smile into their small home, they had even prepared a feast to feed me. I figured Katniss had told them about my visit. I took off the cloak, laid it on my lap as I reluctantly sat on a mat laid on the floor in their humble apartment, looking down at the meal they'd prepared. The food was inviting, yet I didn't see myself eating even as they urged me to. I was scared the meals were poisoned. It wasn't like I could die from poison, but still, I feared the pain that would be inflicted by the poison. Perhaps, I was overthinking due to the guilt I felt. "You're not eating, princess Annalisa," I was met with Penelope's mother's – her name was Lily – green eyes. The lady had white hair, w