The look in Alexander's red eyes was enough to know he wanted me. "Besides, I'm taking my time with you, Annalisa," he added, as his eyes reverted back to normality. He moved his head closer to my ear, hazel eyes boring deeply into my soul. "I don't want to break you just yet." He said in a whisper-like tone.My heart picked as he said those words, cheeks scorching in embarrassment. Even without a mirror, I could tell my face was reddish pink. I placed my hand on my chest in a bid to calm down my racing heart, but it was futile. Seating beside Alexander alone was making me feel heated up, and when his hand held mine I almost died out of excitement. Throughout the rest of the ride Alexander's hand held mine. The sun was almost setting the moment we arrived at the white pack, and Alexander guided me into the mansion. Once inside, Alexander commanded his knight to close the door. We were at the foyer, alone, and he stopped walking. Then I felt it. The air was stale. He had done it again
"Is this truly your real appearance?" I turned the page towards Alexander, my eyes wide with disbelief.He deliberated for a moment before affirming, nodding gracefully. "Yes, it is indeed my true being."On the third page of the first ever version of the enchiridion was a daunting portrait of a deity which greeted my eyes. It was an image of Dhruv. The god possessed a monstrous horn at the center of his head, fiery red eyes that burned with an intensity unmatched, and a velvety long midnight blue hair cascading down to the ground. His ethereal skin as white as freshly fallen snow. Dhruv, in his majestic Lycan form, emanated an intriguing air of allure, mingling danger with mischief. A smattering of blood marred his midnight blue fur, evoking both the primal beast and the insatiable thirst for blood. This was the true appearance of Alexander, a god-like being that defied my wildest imagination. I had envisioned his true form to be pure, innocent, and resplendent, far from the daunting
I stood on my feet, holding the book close to my chest as I heard Alexander say those words. "And then you chose me?" My words came out as a question. "Why me?"He cupped my cheeks. "Only an Omega, the embodiment of the moon goddess, can successfully bear the child of god," he explained, and I was finally coming to terms with everything. I felt like I could finally understand Alexander. "I do admit we started off on the wrong foot, and that's because I find it difficult to express love.""But you did mention that our marriage was a convenience, and that your heart already belonged elsewhere," I reminded him, feeling a pang of jealousy. An intense spark ignited in his eyes as he looked at me, causing my body to tingle with sparks. Suddenly, he chuckled and retrieved something from his pocket, passing it to me. It was a necklace adorned with a portrait of Amelia. "This is your sister."With a nod, he continued, "I once believed it was impossible to love more than one person simultaneous
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