Amara's povI am never ever going to play temple run again.Temple-run survival instincts do not apply in reality. Why I thought they did, I don't know. But I learned my lesson the hard way and it sucks.You do not get the elation of running away from a monster, especially when it was grumpy Orian who could fly.You do not get to jump over huge rocks and duck under huge tree branches effortlessly. You do not get to collect coins to purchase weapons but I did find an old sword lying around and I picked it hoping it didn't belong to a wicked fairy who would curse me. You don't get to fly and most importantly, you do not get an extra life. A whine escaped me as I ran into another tree branch, bashing my head for the umpteenth time. Even with the day being bright and the sun spreading its rays across the forest, I was still clumsy as hell.I moved like I was feeling my way around in the dark. But to be fair, the light of the sun didn't penetrate this part of the forest t
Amara's povI have never been good at making reasonable decisions and marking Orian was one of those instances.Cora purred in my head as he caressed my neck, he placed his lips right where his mark was and what was a complacent sigh rose from him like he had been dying to make me his for a very long time, like he wanted to claim me from the very first moment.He hates you, remember.I couldn't help but wonder if he was marking me so I wouldn't run off and ruin his plans or if he was doing it solely because he wanted me.I settled with the former.He just held a knife to my throat a few moments ago, however immersing the act had been to me, it was for elimination to him and I shouldn't forget that ever.He had his hand around my waist, curling on it softly while he held me against him, his other hand caressed my neck trying to calm any pain that might be there from the marking as he inhaled my scent.I should tell him. I should tell him that we are soulmates and his marking me wouldn'
To whoever is saddled with the responsibility of understanding men, I wish you good luck and a thousand kisses, cheers! Understanding men is like Rocket science and I had neither the time for both. These past few weeks have been tumultuous and enraging. From thinking I found the perfect guy, planning on telling my parents about us and thinking about a future with him to being betrayed with my fiancé's head thrown at my feet, then I was marked and now I was getting married. I just couldn't catch a break. I needed air, a breather, a relief, anything. I wanted to climb up valleys look down at the world and scream for all to hear just how pained and frustrated I was. But most of all, I needed to think. I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess which was impossible with my back pressed against Orian and his hips rocking against my derriêre, amusing word. This position hindered my thinking abilities. The sparks ignited on my skin as our bodies pressed together, rubbing ag
Amara's pov A million things could have happened at the moment but this was not what I expected and I should have foresaw it anyway.Of course, it was Orian.The same man who I was deeply attracted to but he had no interest in bedding me, and the tent in his pants might as well be caused by thoughts that had nothing to do with me or his dagger again, maybe he switched the position this time.So why was I surprised when he went towards the bed with his hands searching for my towel and then he picked it up and gave it to me?As a princess, I had to attend a lot of classes. There were art, dance, and Spanish classes which I adored.Maths and physics classes which I despised and I was taught anything that would make up for what I was missing out in day school but I feel like the most important class was missed.It was the what to do when standing naked before a hot man while he's offering you a towel class.I wish I had taken this class if it was offered. If it even exi
Amara's pov."Pick a safe word." Grump finally spoke after a while. He wasn't breathing heavily like he did earlier. He looked more composed and relaxed but the dark look in his steel orbs that were filled with lust still remained as he gazed at my naked body.A safe word?I wiggled my brows at him in confusion and his facial expression morphed into a frown with his lips slightly curled, probably thinking about how best to explain it to me."What's a safe word grump?" I had to word my question, curiosity filling me and something about the idea of a safe word made my toes curl in anticipation."It's a word you say when you feel like, uhm- you want me to stop or stay away." He scratched the back of his neck while talking, "No! Not stay away." He looked horrified at the words stay away and was quick to refute them, "You use it when you want me to stop touching you.""Oh."So when he tries to kill me, he would be touching me and I would use the safe word for him to stop, nice thought.Dad
Amara's pov Orian had a lot of sides to him and they were too much for a normal person to keep up with.There was grumpy Orian, forest Orian, and daddy Orian. I loved when he was daddy Orian but there could be a new side that I would cherish, drunk Orian.Drunk Orian worried about me leaving him and he could creep under beds with me. He made jokes about my forehead and kissed my stomach like he needed it to breathe. Drunk Orian turned me over in the middle of the night still heavy on the booze he had consumed. He pulled my dress up and massaged my ass with the same oil he had used when we were stranded in the forest with apologies coming from him repeatedly, being sorry for not doing it earlier, I think he called it aftercare.And when he was done massaging and laying kisses on my ass cheeks, he turned us back to our previous position, nuzzling his face in my stomach and murmuring something about how our babies should look like me. He made the statement of how ug
Amara's povI hurt his feelings hard.I could tell from how his shoulders were slumped as he walked away, and it was pretty evident for a remarkably tall man.The urge to get up, chase after him and explain the situation surged within me as guilt rose in my heart, but then I remembered all he had done with no apology offered.He hadn't even taken time to explain the situation to me.Is he still married to Imelda? Is he still going to kill me? What were we? Does he share the same mutual feelings, and is there any future for the both of us? Why did he let Imelda hug him, and why did he call her name in his sleep severally? My head ached as I came up with all these questions and the guilt I felt turned into hurt. I am the one who has been used, kidnapped, and betrayed. Each day when I look at the necklaces on my neck, I remember my past life and how much I want it back, but it isn't possible. He took everything away from me and plans to kill me in the end.This sounds pathe
Orian's pov"Happy birthday to me!!!"I screamed jumping down from the tree with a small laugh escaping my chapped lips. I wore my favorite sweater today with my good pair of jeans. It is my good pair because it had a few holes unlike the rest that had huge holes and the cold was too much anytime I wore them. Momma wouldn't get me a new pair for my birthday. She says she has more important things to buy like the white powder she sniffs all the time or food which she eats by herself.I don't care anymore, as long as she's happy. When she's happy she hits me less and hardly yells at me. Sometimes when she yells, my ears hurt and ring and I have headaches which make me cry all night.I had been sitting in the tree, teeth chattering from the cold wind blowing against me, waiting for my wings to sprout but they didn't and it made me really sad. I cried a bit. Other demon babies got theirs very early but I still didn't get mine and I turned five today.I hoped with my fifth year that they