Marked. Finally I had everything I ever wanted.
Lucien's eyes went to the sky as he struggled to contain his pleasure. The base of his cock had swollen like a plug clamping us together. Every tiny movement rubbed my clit against it.
After all the pleasure he had given me the tables were suddenly turned. Now knotted he was the one who could be pleasured no end. His eyes shot to mine as I rocked my hips. I think he thought I'd have nothing left.
To be honest three earth shattering orgasms and I should have been out for the count. But that mark, being given that seemed to be a recharge and now all I wanted was to watch that handsome bastard lose it all over again.
"Bella," he said in a warning voice.
"What?" I said innocently, c
The familiar little cottage with the bent chimney soon came into view. My stomach churned but I tried to clamp down on my worries for Lucien. He knew what he was doing, my sending him waves of panic was hardly going to help.We pulled up outside the cottage and he sat for a minute with his head down breathing deeply. Hopping off the bike and taking my helmet off I slowly wandered down the crooked path towards the door. I had last knocked on this door living under Bram’s shadow, Gitte hiding in the wings. Padgett and whatever it was she could do was our best chance at getting some closure on the pain Lucien was suffering.The door slowly opened, and that familiar face reappeared. The chunky, clanging jewellery and grey eyes were the same. Her Wispy auburn hair scattered around her face like a misshapen crown and if anything she had become even plumper. She
FOUR YEARS LATERThe softly lapping river is a constant source of joy. It gives the small family within all they need. Fresh drinking water cleans their clothes and bodies. Little Zena, a black-haired bundle of energy loves creating boats out of anything she can get her hands on, green eyes with a cat-like tilt sparkling as she works.Her little brother Finn is more reserved, he can spend hours laid beside the river, the gentle sounds of the brook helping his imagination wander into the far-off lands of adventure he hears his parents talking about.Their parents were doting and kind. At night they would pack them into their big, shared bed, the duck feather mattresses and pillow cushioning them softly, and tell them tales of daring adventures. How on their motorcycles they had travelled hundreds of miles to the very
Entering the mouth of a darkened cave a short young woman tentatively made her way along the cragged surface. Whispered instructions told her to stand in a distinctive circle of stones created on the ground. Her brown eyes squinted in the darkness of the cave, trying to ignore the drips of water landing on her head and the certainty there was animal faeces underfoot. Scrunching her nose, she silently weaved her way into the darkening void until with the very last of her vision she saw the circle of fist-sized stones. Standing in it she quickly announced, “I’m here,” her heart racing. This man had been hard to track down, although repeatedly assured he was worth it by the shadowy figures she had already been forced to negotiate with. “What do you want with me?” a deep, menacing voice replied. She spun around quickly seeking the voice’s face, but the cave rendered it impossible to catch the direction. “Well?” he snapped impatiently.
Waking up, I realise I am alone in the bed yet again, Alexander must have got out of bed ahead of me. He says it is because he hates to see how sad I look when he leaves but it hurts me more to wake up alone. I thought the point of having a mate was to never feel lonely again.He is overwhelmed with work as Alpha of this huge pack, following the battle with the Five Lakes Alpha’s everything turned upside down, including losing his father. These last months have shaken his confidence. Every decision he makes he worries will be the one that destroys his father’s legacy. It has been chaotic with the funeral, the coronation, strategic planning for the pack’s future, a never-ending list of things for a leader to do.My world has changed too. Now I am officially Luna I cannot just take off running or vanish into the library whenever I feel like it. The daily running of the castle has fallen to me, so I have my fair share of boring meetings to co
Another grey and pointless day of my shitty life begins. It has been almost eight months since what was meant to be Helena and Bram’s commitment ceremony. The party where my life completed its path towards self-destruction.As the only prisoner currently in the hold, all I can do is wait for my turn to be hung and paraded against the East Wall as a warning for others. It is the only fitting punishment for a crime like mine.In these desperate times, I seek the past for comfort. I can still easily picture Bram, his dark eyes and slicked-back hair, lying beside me, taking up nearly all the bed. He could paint the most fantastic images with his words.Worlds of balls, titles, prestige, power to make the world anything we liked, it was intoxicating. He would kiss me gently, pet me and reassure me that I was the most important person in his world.“Bella, you are my guiding star, you know. Everything I am doing is for you.&r
Things are going from bad to worse. Not only has Ivan written to confirm he is returning with Azalea in the next two weeks, but a new vision has also emerged. The last time I had such a strangely specific recurring dream every element came true. The blue four-poster bed of Bram's room, my feet being dragged barefoot through the grass as I was rescued from the burning ballroom and the silver blade stained with ruby-red drops of blood. Iwould have lost Alexander that day if it hadn't been for those visions, it made me realise he was in danger and I managed to save him from being crushed. My heart was in my stomach as I wrote down the details, fighting the urge to throw up as I urgently scribbled the remnants of my memory. -------- Bloods
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, just listening to the sound of my own heart and pulse. Half-eaten food litters the cell and at night the sounds of rats have started to keep me awake. It is half-eaten because it is disgusting and I would rather go hungry right now. Wallowing in self-pity doesn't require too many calories either. However, I know that a few more months of hunger and I will eat any slop they give me. My lethargy towards my own life does not extend to starving to death just yet. I try to ignore the fact that if I am treated mercifully, as they would describe, I could be in this room for another sixty years. Once more I cast my mind to a different location and try to evacuate reality. Laid on the narrow bed, staring vacantly upwards, my imagination took me to a better place. One where I still had Gitte and where Bram adored everything about me. I am like an untethered boa
The question hung in the air like a bad smell. Helena seemed surprised I didn't leap up at the bars like a pound dog snapping at her offer. Instead, I remained seated, silent. She forgets I have been the fool for someone else's plan before. "Well?" she hissed quietly. "I need to know more before I can make a decision," I replied coolly. "The goblet I showed you and the man... is from a vision I've been having. The last time I had these visions it was the night of the ballroom fire...everything came true." The ballroom fire. I had missed that bit of the evening, having been placed under arrest and escorted away by then. I did not see Bram, exposed for having blackmailed Helena into pretending they had a