"Closer wife."
She pressed her lips tighter and despite the moment of hesitation, she still obeyed, causing Romeo's eyes to lighten up even more.
Roselle steeled herself as she continued to approach Romeo. They were already too close, and their faces were only inches apart! She didn't dare look up at him and just kept her eyes staring straight at his chest while waiting in anticipation. He finally bent over, so close that his lips felt like they lightly brushed past her ear. She knew it didn't, but his cool breath caressed her ear and she couldn't help but feel disoriented. "My wife finally made a move on me."
She drew back, looking at him. "What?"
He bent again, this time, his breath swept past her cheek. "She nearly kissed me. That's her first ever move on me."
Roselle was so speechless her jaw dropped. And then her face became red as a cooked lobster as Romeo eased back with a satisfied and somewhat seductive smile. "You don't need to do it sneakily my wife, you are always welcome to just jump on me and devour me anytime. I am yours after all." He added with a wicked chuckle and Roselle felt like her entire body would blow up due to overheating.
"I… I wasn't… that was –" she stammered so badly and before she could even form a coherent sentence and regain her bearing, Romeo moved back and yanked on his collar as if he were in a hurry to take off his clothes.
Roselle's eyes immediately widened, and her body stiffened but when she looked into his face, he had his eyes closed as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Where is this place?" Roselle asked.
"This is Darcia, it is the only safe place we could stay for now." The prince replied.
Dacria, the northernmost City of the werewolf's empire was not an unknown place to Roselle. A few months ago, Roselle had taken a look at the map of the Northern Empire and this place named Dacria had caught her interest. It was because it's the only place in the entire empire that seemed to have nothing there, but an abandoned land covered with ice. When Roselle asked her father if anyone lived in that place, she was surprised when her father told her that it was probably the most formidable place in the whole werewolf empire. He had told her then that they had no other detailed information about this place as no human had ever set foot in it. She had understood then that the reason why the estate was a blank canvas on the map was because of the lack of intelligence the humans had about it. Lucius had thought out on multiple worst-case scenarios and had considered Dacria as a place they needed to take seriously, probably more so than the werewolfs' imperial capital, because he had the sneaking suspicion that it would be the last area which they had to conquer in order to destroy the Werewolf' empire. Hearing Romeo mentioning Dacria as a safe haven had Roselle swallowing hard. She remembered what one of the human generals had declared about the place. He had mentioned that the werewolves could be hiding something in it. Something they could only call as a horrifying secret and that was why all these years, no human had ever set foot on that land. She had also heard that none of the spies who tried to infiltrate into the city of Dacria hundreds of years ago and even until now had ever returned alive. The reminder of that thought made Roselle subconsciously tense up and her heartbeat suddenly picked up. She was wondering what made him call a place no human had ever seen a safe place for her. What could it be that was hidden away there? Romeo seemed to have felt the slight changes in her and he halted. Carefully, he wore his clothes back and gestured for Roselle to sit down."What is it? Are you angry at me?" he asked, searching her face for something to give him a hint.
Roselle blinked. She struggled to look away from him and looked around. "No, it's not that I'm angry. I just don't understand why we're not staying in the Werewolf Empire.""We're already in the empire but not in the capital. I have some issues with my father and I had to escape just to protect you."
"Protect me? Why? Is someone planning to hurt me." Roselle's eyes widened.
"They might. If you stay longer in the capital. You know, I'm quite different from other Werewolves because I'm a true blood, the rightful one to the throne of the Werewolf Empire. But the emperor hates me because of this and he's making plans to kill me. I had to move away from the capital and him to protect you and myself. Darcia is safer for us, so don't be scared." Prince Romeo assured Roselle before standing up to remove his clothes again.
"I'm not a bad guy Roselle... I already promise to protect you at all cost. My life is on it."
Watching him, Roselle was surprised at how human he looked and acted right now. His appearance was as godly as usual, but he felt a little more human when he was dishevelled.
And before she knew it, she had approached him and reached out to help him remove his shirt. Romeo immediately paused in his movements, staring down at her in shocked surprise. His little shy and wary wife was helping him remove his shirt?
Roselle remembered her parents. Every time her father arrived home after a meeting with the emperors or from a war, her mother was always there to support and aid him in every little thing. She did not allow the servants to help her husband take off his robes and shirt. Her mother had told her that this was not just because it was her duty as his wife, but also because it was her way of showing her support and care for her husband.
Roselle did not know whether or not she was doing the right thing. She was well aware that her marriage with Romeo wasn't like her parents which was grounded in their love for each other. Theirs was a love match, while hers and Romeo wasn't – it was a transaction. And she was not supposed to end up caring about him. She sighed in her mind and thought how messed up her situation had become just this short time of being here in the Werewolves realm.
But no matter what, she was still his legal wife and remembering the fact that Romeo had chosen to take her away from the capital for her safety and ended up being labelled as traitor, Roselle could no longer bring herself to keep hardening her heart against him and to keep thinking of him as her enemy.
All of a sudden, he bent, and he buried his head in the hollow of her neck. "Roselle…" he uttered her name, his voice became hoarse. Roselle felt goosebumps form on her skin as never had her name sounded so tantalizingly seductive from another's lips. She waited for what he would say next with bated breath, but nothing else came. He just stayed still and remained in that position.
"Y-yes?" Roselle managed to say. Her heart starting to thud harder. "Are you alright?"
He shook his head and Roselle was slightly alarmed.
"Wha… what's wrong? Should I–"
"No." he cut her off, still not moving at all.
Roselle slowly lifted her hand to touch his arm. She felt his muscle contracted at her touch. And he was cold.
Her eyes widened and her heartbeat accelerated because she knew that he wasn't like other Werewolves. Romeo was never cold to the touch but comfortingly warm.
"I think you're not fine." panic was evident in her voice.
"Are you worried?" he asked and even his breath against her skin was cool she couldn't help but shiver.
"Of… course. Please let me go call someone…"
She felt him smile and he eased back, his eyes glimmering as he gazed down at her.
"No need, wife. I don't need someone else to help me."
"But…" she was about to protest but she somehow knew that any number of objections she raised would be futile. "Then, what do you want me to do? How can I help you?" she asked, unable to hide her panic anymore.
"Let me touch you."
After the deliciously toe-curling kiss, he eased back a little until their lips were barely touching. The steamy puffs of their breaths mingling as she finally opened her intoxicated eyes. But before his glorious face could register in her blurry gaze, his tongue was buried inside her mouth again. Another deep, raw and spine tingling kiss followed. He continued tasting, sucking, and licking the inside of her mouth as though he could not get enough of her.And as he feasted on her mouth, Roselle could not do anything but feel the inexplicable pleasure that was threatening to blot out her consciousness. Something hot and sweet began to swell within her breast and stomach and between her thighs.Another sweet moan escaped from her lips as her trembling hands move on their own and settled lightly against his naked chest. A sound of satisfaction rumbled in Romeo's throat and his mouth was suddenly latched onto her jaw. He kissed and nibbled her there and then slowly travelled down the holl
"Milady, uhm… would you like to eat in the terrace again? Something important came up suddenly so His Highness cannot join you." Elijah who was assigned to Roselle as her Butler was hesitant in his suggestion, sounding apologetic as he explained the dining arrangement to Roselle. The Butler was also a Werewolf but Roselle had gotten used to everyone of them. It was just a week that they got to Dacria that Roselle found this place more comfortable and the Werewolves here doesn't look like monsters she and every human calls them. Roselle who was about to take her seat halted but she forced a smile on her face to assure the butler. "It's alright, Elijah. There is no need to transfer places. I am fine with dining right here. It's not like this is the first time I'm going to eat alone," she replied when someone's voice echoed, pulling their attentions. "Would you mind if I join you, Lady Roselle?" Roselle whipped her head towards the source of the voice, and an elegant grey-haired lady
"He… he agreed?" Roselle's face was suddenly drained of all colour. However, her facial expressions did not change in the slightest. "I haven't met my husband or the prince yet, but it appeared this was what the council had concluded and decided on. If the prince had not given his consent, there would be no way that anyone could have made a move." "I see…" was all Roselle said. But her reaction was clear to the Duchess. It was obvious Roselle was affected and was even probably devastated, and heart broken, judging from the dispirited look in her eyes. This was not what the duchess had expected. Didn't she hate Romeo that she didn't even allow him to sleep with her in the same room? Rowena had heard that yesterday, the prince left the princess' room and slept somewhere else. Even the servants have started gossiping, saying that the princess must have kicked him out in the middle of the day. So, what was with her betrayed expression now? Could it be that they were missing out on an
Roselle ended up spending the entire time waiting up for Romeo in their room, sometimes pacing up and down, sometimes sitting on the bed in a daze – but he never did appear. She eventually fell into a troubled and fitful sleep, plagued with a painful and heavy heart. When she finally woke up, her gaze immediately fell to the empty side of their bed before she turned her head towards the window. It was already night. Though she slept, it felt as though she did not get any rest but suffered greater mental torture if it was even possible. A bitter smile curved on Roselle's lips. Her resigned heart could only conclude that he must have gone ahead and slept with those beautiful concubines of his. No matter how she tried to deny her feelings nor ignore it, the reality is that she hated how her heart squeezed in pain. A soft bitter chuckle escaped from her lips as she buried her face in her palms. She could not help but laugh because now that her husband finally did what she had been expec
Roselle stiffened at his words but she maintained her indifference. "Nothing happened." "Look at me, Rosella." He said firmly. And when Roselle refused to obey, Romeo took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and opened them again. "Don't make me repeat myself…" Roselle finally turned, and she could not believe that even at this moment, the stunning beauty of the man before her still could cause her breath to catch in her throat. Why does he have to be this bewitching? Trying her hardest to keep her emotion hidden from him, Roselle looked at him with emotionless eyes. The muscle in Romeo's cheek ticked along his jaw but he stayed very still for a long moment, as if he were having his very own internal battle within him while scrutinizing his wife's face. "Alright… I won't ask why you're acting like this anymore." His gaze softened. "Why don't you question me instead, wife? Won't you dig and find out the reason why I couldn't spend the day with you?" came his impossi
Romeo finally lifted his head from the thoughts of his maddening wife that were plaguing his mind and realized that no one else were in the room but the ladies who were with him. This made him narrow his eyes dangerously. The bolder one of the two women was already undressing in front of him. "Your Highness, we could tell you're in a very foul mood. Did your wife kick you out of your bed again? Do not worry, we are here to serve and please you, Your Highness." The other woman whispered to him as she caressed his chest seductively. "Let us help you relax." She added as the other woman approached him, naked. Romeo felt the rage he was trying so hard to suppress rapidly explode out of him. "Who gave you both the permission to do this!?" he snarled in a wintry, hostile voice. "Y-Your Highness, pl-please don't think about anything else and –" His eyes immediately burned red, and aura flamed outwards, causing the women to be knocked back a few steps and they even started to tremble just
"Evie…" Not knowing what to do, Romeo slowly lifted his hands and reverently touched her face, resting them below her ears. Her cheeks were icy cold it made his heart ache even more but what struck him the hardest were her tears. "I'm sorry…" his voice cracked a little and he then inched forward, erasing the space between them, he buried his face in her hair and held her, almost desperately. "I'm so sorry… this is a misunderstanding. Those ladies. I never allowed it. I never agreed. I didn't even know the duke had called them here." He explained as fast as he could. "Please. Don't cry. I was outside the castle since yesterday, surveying the frontlines in preparation for the war. It was so sudden as I received an urgent report informing that the crown prince was on his way here to siege the city. I only arrived a while ago and came straight to you." Roselle couldn't believe what she was hearing. The warmth of him as he hugged her so tightly, the desperate tone he was using, the crack
Shocked with utter embarrassment, Roselle automatically reached down and grabbed Romeo's hair to stop his face from reaching her most private area. Her face was as red as a cooked lobster as she looked down at him with wide-opened eyes. Romeo peeked up at her and his eyes glimmered more startlingly than usual. A hint of devious yet relaxed and hypnotic smile graced the corners of his mouth. Without averting his eyes from hers, he licked her inner thigh, causing Roselle to tremble and gasp again. Her hands on his head grasped onto his hair tighter and he took advantage of her disorientation, moving further towards his goal. His breath was hot as he trailed his searing tongue along her soft skin. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, wife." He said huskily, sounding as though he was soothing her with his mouth and tongue. "Open your legs for me, love…" he coaxed, and she did not know how she ended up doing so when he was not even holding her legs with his hands. She could feel him