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What happens when two very different souls crash?
When Esmèralda Domanaive, a beautiful and innocent 17 year princess is taken as a prisoner in her own castle after the war, she is forced to make choices that crush her in...
A/N: When I started this novel, I had too much on my plate and and on my mind. I couldn't give my best to it, the writing in the beginning is absolute trash compared to the story later. Every single thing is going to be edited, I'm going to change the way I tell my story, it's going to be an awful, awful lot of work. So if you're someone who's already finished my book I recommend you to read it again, you're going to enjoy it immensely. XO
Disclaimer: My story is about ware wolves, mythical creatures, magic, and shapeshifters. And oppressed women and tangled love. And so much more.
It's the men cara who write the fate of the women. We're nothing in front of them.
Aunt Denise's soft voice played at the back of my head, her soft motherly image flashing before my hazy vision. It all looked like smoke. My feet refused to walk anymore, my mind threatening to shut on me. I could feel it come to an end. All of it.
That's it. I'm going to die here.
My eyes were closing and my breathing was turning shallow as he dragged me towards his king. He halted bowing before him, I refused to. I refused to accept him as my King. He was a man of no honor. "Rise" his voice was so deep, something about it made my body shake. I refused to meet his gaze, I refuse to respect him. Anger seeps out of him and he gets up from his throne, making his way towards me. My body freezes for a moment, I'm hit by a male scent so istrong that my belly knots painfully. My heart clenches against my chest, my wolf getting bothered. I clench my nails into my hands, my wolf feels...threatened.
The scent intensifies. My throat feels so dry that it hurts. I wage a war with myself trying to keep up my shield, I can't...focus. My body shakes with.....need. My stomach coils painfully. Fingers dying to feel his skin underneath them. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. I grit my teeth. Shame fills me. I'm palpitating.....my mind, my body, my soul....begging me to move closer to that male......
What the hell was happening?
He walks closer towards me. I force myself to move backwards, my legs feel frozen, it takes everything in me to move away from him. I have no control over my body. My wolf wakes up from her forced hiding, nails scratching on the surface as her body trembles with pleasure, low growls leaving her throat. The man who bought me here pushes me on the ground and I fall before the feet on the king, my knees feeling like jelly.
My body shivered and my wolf howled with need, I felt an irresistible urge to touch the man in front of me, nails biting into my hand. As he moved closer, the pull became impossible to deny. I forced myself to breathe, the ground beneath my feet disappearing as the realization hit me hard.
He was my mate.
Tearsleaked out of my eyes because of pain.
Fear poured out of my pores as I felt the vibration of his feet against the ground as he moved closer to me. He smelt like the first ray of sunlight hitting an oak wood fresh, with strong traces of musk and cinnamon irresistible and a tinge of honey, sweet. Hisscentwrapped around me like a blanket and I couldn't breathe anymore as I felt him stand in front of me. He suffocated me and I was ready to die being suffocated with his scent.
My body felt fluid, roaring like a wave under the sun. Every part of me felt hot, felt alive, felt raw. My head was spinning from the blow against the wall which intensified because of him, my stomach clenched in an unfamiliar way. It was as if my body had a language if it's own, it knew what it wanted from him. His hands reached towards my chained hands he broke the chains as if he broke a piece of bread for soup, as if they weren't made of silver. My world felt like it'd collapse with the tremendous amount of sheer pleasure I felt when his hands touched my shoulders sending shocks of electricity throughout my body, my core throbbing, belly knotting with pain. It was becoming harder to shield myself.
He picked me up with such sheer gentility that for a moment I almost believe that's he's a man of honor and not a man who slaughtered and impaled half of my kingdom. My feet tumble due to the lack of energy. His hands reach of me and he holds me in place. Tears fall from my eyes as I hear my heartbeat go so fast that it'd burst. It's too late. He knows. There's no hope.
"Look at me" he whispered huskily, as if he was not entirely himself, voice so soft and deep that it set my body on fire. His breaths were coming out in pants, making me shiver.
No. The moment I looked into his eyes it'd all be over.
"Look at me" his voice screamed that his anger was on the edge, that he wasn't able to hold on any longer. My body trembled at his tone, tears threatening to spill out. I hear eager gossip everywhere, the entire court now focusing on us. The Alpha in him was so strong that it forcing me to submit in front of him without my consent. Before me stood that brute who destroyed my world. His large, bulky, overly masculine frame overpowered me in every aspect. I looked at his nose ignoring his gaze. He was breathtakingly beautiful.
His firm-set lips let out rapid breaths, he was going crazy, my body shivered instantly and I bit my lips. Look anywhere but his eyes. My stomach clenches again. I needed something to hold onto. I couldn't bear how he made me felt. What I felt for him was intensifying as the seconds passed, I was going crazy. My wolf was breathing abnormally, trying to jump on her toes in excitement, my shield was on the verge of breaking. His handsome face made me go crazy. I wanted to scream. The pain increased.
My breaths were slowing down and I was turning cold. My feet tumbled again only to be held by a strong arm which drove my lower body crazy.
"Are you drunk?" His voice was full of anger. "Look at me while I'm speaking!" He screamed pulling me to his body in a swift, abrupt moment so intensely that I almost hit his chest. My thigh-length hair fell open tumbling town due to the intensity of force that pulled me towards him. His smell wrapped around me like a blanket. It then happened too fast. He could no longer control himself. His head dips into my hair, nose almost brushing my neck as he inhaled a lungful of my scent, memorizing it. His warm breaths hitting my neck made me close my eyes, my legs pressing together in pain, he was making me feel things I couldn't describe.... I wanted to cry. His grip on my hand was too tight....pain blinded me again making me wince.
His hand immediately moved with a jerk probably realizing what he had done. He dipped his head into my neck absently again, lips half an inch away from me before they accidentally brush my neck. I freeze. I feel a storm inside me and in that one moment.....I lose myself, for a moment, my eyes finding his. One mistake. The moment I looked into his piercing blue eyes......my world stopped. He was.........so.....beautiful that it hurt. The shield around me breaks slowly. I can no longer hide my true from from him. My scent hits him with full force, fire ignites his body, my soul resonating with his. His chiseled jaw clenches as I look away immediately not wanting my heart to waste even one beat on that man who destroyed my world.
"Mine"
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