I gulped hard as his breath fanned my face. This was it but then why do I feel mousey. I've waited for this moment, to make him lose everything. It would be the last of him...but... He trapped me between the table, searching my eyes for an answer. His gaze affected me in so many ways. Sweat beads on my face as he tightened his arms around my waist. My heart felt like exploding as i quivered under his hold. We exchanged breath as how heads were pinned together. I could barely concentrate as I fluster my lashes. His hotness simmers through the linen gown I wore. "We shouldn't be doing this" I muttered barely recognizing my voice because it was felt like a weak moan. My wolf glares at him. Her mouth retracted as she barred her teeth. A warning that I shouldn't fall for that. He sighed softly and said; "I know Tricia, but I can't help myself from falling" I almost rolled another line, tried to push him back but he captured my lips, twirling my tongue to his taste. I went numb, not restraining him and the dagger in my hand fell. However, I shuddered in hold when I heard a little voice called; "Dad?" *** She's rejected by her mate on her wedding day and humiliates her. Pained, she runs away, only to return 5 years later as his stepmom. Now that she belongs to his household, it was time to take revenge. What happens when there a deadly secret behind his rejection? Would she gain her revenge on him when an unexpected spark reawakens between them?
Trevor's POV
She was beautiful, that's what I could say, staring at her from a distance as she majestically walked closer to me. Her bright smile as we locked eyes. Today was a special day for us, where we'd be together at last.
The crowd stood at awe of her entrance, she stole the spotlight.
Of course, everyone was curious to how I could keep to one woman until this very moment. Uncontrollable feelings surged through my body.
I took her hand and twirled her into my arms, walking side by side. She seems shy and I reel up with excitement.
All the scenery and people around us dissolved. It was her and I, alone. My hand brushed across her cheek to feel her so close.
My body was acting on its own, no chains to hold me back from having her. It was our wedding and certainly every girl's dream but it left me wondering, did she dream of such a wedding?
Her lips were plump and inviting, I wanted to kiss them. My wolf Rico lags its tongue out, his teeth retract as his nose shrink.
He hollers while shyly ducking his head to the ground. Obviously, he couldn't wait for her to be his.
She flutters her lashes and I sucked my breath. I peered at her with teary eyes as my decision might be devastating for her.
To be sincere, I was confused over the emotions I had for her. She wasn't in my league, yet she chose to stay.
I never treated her rightly, yet her love was unconditional.
Perhaps, we were mates that's why Rico was so attracted to her that he'd want to carass her body, feeling every ounce of her.
However, I just can't have her. I threw my gaze to the congregation gathered.
They anticipated for a moment like this. Little pups roaming about as though it were their property.
She wanted the wedding to happen in the human way. Her mom's last wish.
The Pope was in front of us, reading the happy ever after lines. Goosebumps held me.
If I'd say yes, then her fate with me will be death.
The Pope read the lines again. I felt under pressure. Sweat beads my face as I gulped hard, not taking my eyes off her.
She narrowed her eyes at me, jinxed and awaiting my response. Rico seems curious too.
It seems as though a cat held my tongue. I could feel my heart fluster.
It wasn't a mutual feeling either way but then why didn't I want to let go?
She was mine. I knew I told her that, I promise her the heavens but...
"We can't go on with this wedding" I announced stepping away from her.
My soft gaze harden as I heard a loud gasp in the hall. It was a shrink sound. The instrumentalists had ceased their orchestra.
They threw their gaze at us. Her mother stood up, baffled by my statement. Rico growls at me.
I could tell he intends to slash me with his claws.
She pulled out her veil and my breath almost ceased as her lucid face stared passionately at me.
My lips were shaky. Her beauty had almost made me reconsider my words again.
I knew she found it awkward and still wear a bright smile on.
She had keep up to my tantrums till this very moment.
"You're joking? Right?" She mutters in between her teeth, taking a calculative step forward but I warned her to stay away.
"I can't have a wolfless mate!" I retorts avoiding her gaze and panting softly.
"Trevor, what are you saying?" She questioned holding the hem of her garment as her voice was fading.
"I reject you as a mate! I can't go on with this relationship...I love someone else..."
"There can't be us" I added up, my head aches and my heart throbs as those words were so difficult for me to roll out.
I paused and shifted my gaze to the congregation again.
There she was, the woman I believe was my world.
A doleful look wears her as I paced towards her.
She was abashed as I stretched my hand for her to hold on to.
Cameras flooded our faces, I knew the media would make use of such exclusive gist but I didn't mind.
She shook her head at me, quite guilty that we betrayed the bride by keeping her in the dark.
My bride drew closer to me and her mom seems like one that would pass out.
"Please, don't... Trevor we could talk this out" she whispers to me holding firmly to my hand but i haul her away.
The murmurs in the crowd were becoming loud as I heard some snickers at Tricia, my supposed bride.
She drew closer to me, holding the held of her garment and tried to hold my hand again but I accidentally elbowed her and she fell.
I shuddered, intending to help her but no! It's the only way to make her believe that we were done.
I clenched my fist wanting knock out the teeth of those who spoke vile against her but then I buried my heart.
"Trevor, this is insane..." Fiona, my supposed lover intended to speak, to clear her name.
"Because I love you and she can't seperate us again" I cut in. She stared at me with disbelief.
Her jaw dropped as I let out a wry smile. I could tell she never expected such day to come.
"Let's not keep it a secret anymore" i beckoned with a bright look at her.
"No! Please don't!" My suppose mother-in-law pleads holding my leg and I flinched her away.
I locked arms with Fiona and walked her to the altar.
"Wed us...pope!" I ordered. The Pope groans softly as his gaze were on the rejected bride.
I took a glimpse at Tricia, she was fuming, hopeless and covered in tears. She held her gown, embraced and ran away from the venue.
Her mother collapsed and the uproar became more loud.
The last I heard of her was her death.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.