Ep20

Antiope

After this morning’s encounter, I am fuming. The first order of business is to avoid going out that damn balcony on early mornings. The second is dispel in some way the effect he has on me. Yes, I know, it is ridiculous to be a virgin at my age and that my own fingers are less and less satisfying even for me, let alone for Maximo. But that doesn’t mean that I have to kneel and salivate before the first male that dared come in my personal space.

"But he is not any male,” Maximo whines. ”He is our mate and he is freaking hot! Please, Antiope?”

"Shut up, Max! It’s all your fault.”

“Yeah, like you find him hideous,” my own wolf is mocking me now.

I don’t find him hideous, that’s a given. A blind female would find him... But he is holding me and my sister here against our will. And one way to overcome this Stockholm Syndrome is to see my sister, to set a clear path of freeing both of us. My sister’s sight tortured in silver chains is enough to make him a monster in my eyes.

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