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Orian's pov I lay on the grass with a pained sigh as a mild ache spread throughout the unhealed wounds on my back, years of unhealed wounds and scars.My arms were tucked behind my head, and I looked up at the skies, squinting at the rays that filtered through my lashes. I felt super grateful for the stop we had to make before the final lap of the journey and laying here on the grass a bit far away from the troop was a means of distraction from how Amara had betrayed me.I closed my eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm myself down and forbidding the images of her and Eric from my mind."Hey, grump." Her voice resonated to my hearing and I felt nervous as always pursing my lips so as not to say the wrong things when she spoke to me. I didn't have to open my eyes to see her. Her scent was all I could sense as I felt her looming over me and no doubt with a grin on her face.I opened my eyes feeling the tiny tingling in my heart as I beheld her big green eyes an
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Orian’s pov Her eyes widened at my threat and for the first time, she was genuinely terrified. She was usually terrified and then she got herself back up but the fear in her eyes at the moment was unmatched and I loved it."Is that clear?" I hardened my gaze glaring at her scared form and she nodded. "Words, Malyshka." I squeezed her throat slightly, "Use your words.""Yes." She nodded again without fighting me and that sheen of anger in her eyes were gone, I expected a fight. I think I broke her, she was mine to break anyway."Good girl." I cooed bringing my face down to her neck as I released it. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. My hands went to her hips gripping at them, my thumb slowly caressing the indentations of her hip dips through the material of her dress.I licked across her neck, kissing at the spot where my mark was. It hadn't fully formed since it was a half mark and I was surely an idiot for imprinting on her without knowing how the mate bond worked but I'd kn
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Orian's pov Amara had to be a harlequin or a self-employed clown. She had to be one of the funniest people I have met since I got out of prison and I do not think I would meet a funnier person till I leave the earth. She almost made me laugh as we journeyed."Grump." She called looking down at me from the horse as I strode beside her while she rode, "I am out of bread.""Okay, Gretel." I snorted, "You think we are going to find a cottage made of sweets now with a witch in it threatening to bake us for dinner?""I wouldn't mind that, I would trade you to her for a glazed doughnut." She shrugged with a mean glint in her eyes."I would let you know that I am offended that you think your husband is worth a single pastry.""I would trade you to her for nothing." She grinned as I frowned.The moonlight shining against her skin reminding me of how I came up with her nickname, Lunny Svet, my moonlight and she will remain moy malen'kiy Lunny svet, my little moonlight.I was n
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Orian's pov"Writing is therapeutic."I murmured to myself placing my fountain pen aside. I let out a breath of air as I shut my diary feeling the weight of all I had caged in being lifted now that I had them written down. It was a new diary, that I carried around no matter where I went, carefully hidden, of course. I couldn't go a day without writing in my diary. And as I grew older, I had to get more. I got this one last month and I was almost halfway through its pages, guess I always have a lot to write down. The older ones were stashed behind the shelves in my office, away from prying eyes. It would be disastrous to let someone that I didn't want get into my mind by reading my written thoughts.And now that I was done writing for the night. I needed a hot shower, a book, and sleep. Sleep which was the most important one was what I dreaded at the moment knowing how disastrous it was going to be since I didn't get the chance to sleep next to Amara today.All my nights
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Orian’s pov"You know I wished I had taken your offer on killing her the first time she hit and brutalized me and then the time she attempted to burn me in my bedroom." He laughed and turned his head to me, nervous laughter, and I sat up with a smile attempting to ease him, "The damage she did over the years could have been avoided."It was a case of someone you love hurting you like how they knew you had been hurt the most. Nexus didn't have good parents just like I did. They were present in fulfilling their duties sometimes but then they were physically abusive and used the fact that they provided for him which wasn't all the time to guilt him into not talking about their toxic parental patterns.And Ellie did the same thing. She wasn't as innocent as her name neither was she as sweet as the words came from her mouth. To the public, they seemed like a normal couple and that was my perception till he told me what was happening. She was also a vampire but wasn't one
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Amara's pov. I lay in bed for a good amount of time after I woke up. My fingers stroked my puppy while I stared at the ceiling of my actual bedroom in total confusion. I sat up, my eyes wandering around while blinking in disbelief, am I dreaming?I was in my bedroom with my puppy by my side. All events of the previous days from the disastrous ceremony with Terren to seeing Orian's true colors to our wonderful night in the forest before I blacked out suddenly seemed unreal. It all felt like a nightmare, a mere disastrous dream that was filled with the most erotic and unfortunate of events.The light streaming through the slightly parted curtains indicated that it was dawn and my eyes went to the spot on the floor where I usually dumped my dancing shoes, they were there. One was placed above the other exactly like I always kept them.I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it not wanting to wake the rest of the household or disturb them if they were already awake.
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Amara's pov. The extent to which Orian loved seclusion became clear when I realized that there were no guards around the castle or other household staff that could have stopped my escape and I had to travel till the towers of the castle were no more within my sight to reach the next point of civilization.I lifted myself from the bushes still keeping my eyes on where I presumed to be their town market or more like the city market.I think it was too big to be a city from the expanse of occupied land I could see from where I stood on the hills. I could see the market and after that, I could see houses that stretched far away beyond where my eyes could reach.I could smell vampires and demons. And from my classes on other creatures and what they smelt like, it didn't take me long to know that the other two foreign creatures I smelt were Gryphons and Gorgons and I knew they weren't in good terms with my kind.I was in the underworld, he brought me where I could be eat
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Amara's pov I should be used to it by now, his hot one moment, cold the next, attitude. His 'I am a man I can't show emotion' absorbed mentality but the hope I had that he would unlearn that narrative and grow out of it was what I remembered when the smile on his face disappeared before I could even soak at the moment.There was a familiar pant in my heart that had me clutching on harder to a now-sleeping Fiona for support and I wanted to yell at him that it wouldn't kill him to smile and show emotions.I was tired of his 'brick wall' attitude, 'I can't show my feelings' cold as ice exterior, and 'I only got me' wounded interior. It was killing him more than it' did the people around him and if he was going to accept us being soulmates, for us to be together, he had to work on it. I can't stand an emotionally unaware man and I am too soft to bear the consequences of the lack of emotional intelligence that followed and the toll it would take on him later on
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