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"A Rejected Omega, A Dark Alpha Prince and their twisted dangerous fate." Amelie Conley, the eldest daughter of a revered Alpha family, was once expected to carry on her family’s proud legacy. However, when she turned sixteen, she failed to awaken her wolf, which made her earn the scornful title—the Curse of the Conley Family. At eighteen, she found her destined mate and carried his child, believing she had finally been given a chance at happiness. But when she rushed to share the news, she found him in a compromising position with her younger sister, Flora. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound, but the final blow came when he rejected her without hesitation, declaring Flora as his true mate. Shunned and heartbroken, Amelie made the painful decision to leave her pack for the sake of her unborn child. But just as she tried to escape, she was ambushed—hunted down like prey. Desperate to protect herself and the life growing inside her, Amelie fled to save herself and her unborn child, only to collapse into the arms of an enigmatic stranger—Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel was no ordinary man. He was the Alpha Prince, a name feared across the nation. For twelve long years, he had scoured the lands for his mate, only to find nothing. He had convinced himself that the Moon Goddess despised him, just as his own mother had. But the moment he laid eyes on Amelie, everything changed. "You were marked, weren't you?" His voice dropped, edged with something dangerously close to possession as his gaze met hers, demanding the truth.  The question left Amelie in a dilemma. She didn't wish to tell him the truth. "I am not an ordinary wolf, Amelie. Who the fuck marked you before me?" Gabriel voiced in a possessive yet intimidating tone.  Amelie didn’t know that the man, who saved her was none other than the infamous Dark Tyrant—the Alpha Prince, Gabriel Sinclair, whose intentions were still unknown to her. ~~~~ **The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight__pcy

He rejected me in front of them all. But if I’m going to die, I’m going to die on my own terms. Allison's smile faltered. “You think you can trick us?” “I’m weak to the point I can die anytime, why don’t you give me a chase?... It will be more thrilling for you.” My words were barely a whisper. “But to give you that thrill you have to give me a half an hour headstart.” ‘Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, with little to no chance of surviving. At least it was better than being mauled to death here… And I want to see if Damon would be able to watch the werewolves hunt me down. We had a deep bond even before the mate pull. I won’t accept his rejection yet… I want to drive him crazy to the point he will lose all his sanity.’ “No, you don’t have the right to negotiate with us.” One of them growled in his wolf form. “I’m not negotiating…” I spat out blood, and my face turned pale from the amount of blood I was losing. “I’m only enforcing the law… The law of hunting as punishment for a traitor… and I happen to be one.” Damon blinked slowly and finally answered. “Let her run.” His voice didn’t carry any weight. It was just cold, and empty, and detached like none of this mattered, like I didn’t matter. ‘So this was his decision… after everything we have been through.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent CEO she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.

"All I wanted was a perfect love story. But I forgot villains don't get happy endings." --- "You will be my wife one day." Declared Liu Jun - the handsome and wealthy young master to his beloved childhood friend. He vowed to marry her at all costs. But that vow made him a villain.  The woman he desired didn't return his love. Crazy and heartbroken, he crashed into her wedding, who was going to marry the love of her life, Liu Jin, unfortunately his own younger brother. Circumstances took a drastic turn, leaving him with only one choice to pay for his sins - His death. But fate gave him another chance. Liu Jun was reborn. In this new life, he chose to let go of his love and start anew. He discarded his villain's identity and closed his heart forever. But a new encounter and new troubles come knocking on his door with the secrets of his past life that even he doesn't know. Will the villainous Mr. Liu find his happy ending this time? *Excerpt* Ai said, "I forgot to clarify something. It seems you have a misunderstanding that I am interested in you because I stared at you." Jun blinked once. "Rest assured that's not the case. I won't look at you that way. You are not my type." *** Cover designed by @vatarison.art. Follow me on insta - enthu_reader7 Discord - https://discord.gg/CbhNys444r

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

"I'll make you fall in love with me sweetheart." - Jett. "We'll see about that." - Jamie. - "I bet your dick is so small you need a microscope to see it." - Jamie. "I'll let you be the judge of that." - Jett. - Jett is the second son of a wealthy, powerful household that expects him to inherit the family company alongside his older brother. But Jett wants none of it. Boxing is the only thing that makes sense to him, Jett has spent most of his adult days swinging with his fists, the only place where he decides the rules. Jamie is everything Jett claims to hate. Cute, sharp-tongued, stubborn as hell, and impossible to ignore. A college student with a bright car, a sharp mouth, and a younger brother he protects with everything he has. Jett is like smoke, angry, dark, drifting between worlds he refuses to choose from. Jamie is like sugar, sweet at the core, though he hides it under thorns and fire. Together, they're a slow, inevitable burn.

Anna came to her sister older house only to stay temporarily. Not to fall into the most dangerous kind of beauty she had ever seen. Alaric Devano—husband of Evelyn Seraphina and Lyanna Mirelle’s brother-in-law—was everything forbidden: handsome, cold, immensely wealthy, dominant… and he stared at Anna far too long for a man who was supposed to ignore her. At first, Anna thought it was mere courtesy. But it wasn’t. He noticed every detail about her. How she stood. How she feared. How she tried to keep her distance. And every time they were alone… he forgot that Anna was his sister-in-law. More dangerously? Anna did not resist. She kept coming back—as if something within her called out, demanded, and claimed her. “He’s my sister's husband. I must not fall into his embrace. But obsession always triumphs over reason. And Alaric… never loses.”

The Sovereign’s Treasure The world calls him a devil. He calls him his everything. Mark Mathew is the Sovereign—a man whose name is whispered in shadows and whose power is a steel-tempered grip over the city’s heart. To the underworld, he is the "Grave-Maker," a ruthless master who doesn't just punish his enemies; he erases them. He is a giant among men, cold and untouchable... until he looks at Win. Win is the light the Sovereign never thought he deserved—pure, innocent, and fragile as a newborn lamb. To the rest of the world, Win is a mystery; to Mark, he is the only person capable of bringing a devil to his knees. But shadows are lengthening. Justin, a man fueled by a delusional, white-knuckled obsession, is determined to "save" Win from the Sovereign’s clutches. Convinced that Win is a captive rather than a lover, Justin prepares to expose the horrific blood on Mark’s hands, oblivious to the fact that he is walking straight into the jaws of a predator. As the lines between protection and possession blur, Win must navigate the terrifying reality of Mark’s power. Can a love born in the darkness survive the truth of who the Master really is? Or will the Sovereign’s treasure be shattered by the very world built to protect him?

Malinka Fazaa Gunardi, more commonly known as Inka, is a beautiful architecture student who spent four years at ETH Zurich in Switzerland to complete her Bachelor’s degree and pursue a Master’s. She couldn’t even attend her sister Daneswari Intan Gunardi (Sister Intan)’s wedding in person, only joining via video call. After finishing her studies, Inka returned to Indonesia and easily landed her dream job in Jakarta. She eventually bought a small apartment close to her new office. Sister Intan had only been married for six months to Bintang Adji Brahmanto (Brother-in-law Adji) through an arranged marriage. Even though she had been in a relationship with her boyfriend for three years, she ultimately had to marry someone else. Tragic? Most definitely. The arranged marriage and parental agreement left Intan heartbroken. Her relationship with Adji was not smooth – that’s what Sister Intan told Inka. When Adji needed a new architect to design the hotel and resort project he was working on, a friend of his who is also an architect recommended a young, beautiful architect with outstanding achievements. It turned out the recommended person was Inka. This unexpected meeting made Adji unable to take his heart off Inka – and would Inka feel the same way even though Adji is her brother-in-law? Meanwhile, without Adji’s knowledge, Intan is still in contact with her ex-boyfriend. Want to know if they will eventually be attracted to each other and how their relationship will develop next?

For seven years, Mira Ashford believed love could conquer fate itself. She married Damon Blackthorn, Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, determined to melt the ice around his heart. She endured his coldness, risked her life saving him from a silver-poisoned ambush, and gave him a son she thought would finally bind them together. Then she discovered the truth in the cruelest way possible: Damon tangled with his mistress Selene in their marital bed, the room thick with mating pheromones. Worse, her five-year-old son Kai—the child she'd carried through a nightmare pregnancy—ran to Selene calling her "Mommy." What Mira doesn't know: Kai isn't her biological son. On the night she gave birth, her real daughter was stolen and replaced with Selene's son as part of a decade-long conspiracy. Damon has known for years. Selene is his true fated mate, and Mira was nothing but a convenient womb and free nanny. When Mira's wolf suddenly awakens after years of dormancy, she discovers she's not the weak Omega everyone believed. She's a Bloodmoon Wolf—an ancient bloodline thought extinct, capable of breaking and forming mate bonds at will. The same power that makes her the greatest threat to every Alpha's control. Now the cold husband who ignored her for seven years will burn the world down to get her back. But Mira has found new allies: Caius Thornfield, the rival Alpha who's wanted her since before Damon's betrayal, and the daughter she thought was dead. Damon should have cherished her when he had the chance. Because a Bloodmoon Wolf's vengeance is eternal, and Mira is done being anyone's doormat.

Beastmen / Reverse Harem/ Smut / Zombies When the world ends, Felicity expects to die quietly. Instead, she wakes to a ruined world crawling with monsters, beastmen, and dangers she was never meant to survive. Small, soft spoken, and terrified, Felicity has only one advantage: a strange power buried deep inside her that even she does not understand. Saved by Victor, a cold, powerful beastman with wings sharp enough to cut the sky, Felicity is pulled into a brutal new reality where strength decides everything and mercy is rare. Victor does not protect lightly, and once he chooses someone, he does not let go. As they travel through shattered cities and hostile territory, Felicity must learn to survive, to fight, and to claim her place in a world that no longer has room for weakness. Monsters lurk in the shadows, alliances are fragile, and desire burns just as fiercely as fear. In a beast ruled apocalypse, survival is not enough. To live, Felicity must become something more. The fire snapped, spitting sparks into the night. —————————- When Felicity blinked, Victor was closer. She had not seen him move. One moment he was across the clearing, watching the dark with those sharp, unreadable eyes, and the next he was right in front of her, his shadow swallowing hers. “You nearly died back there,” he said quietly. She tried to laugh, but it came out wrong. “It’s probably going to happen again. That seems to be my thing.” Victor’s gaze lingered on her face, then softened in a way she did not expect. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his touch rough but careful, as if he were afraid of breaking her. “Not if I can help it,” he said. The fire crackled between them. Felicity’s heart raced as his thumb lingered at her cheek, warmth spreading through her chest at the smallest touch. The world seemed to narrow until there was only him, steady and solid, and the terrifying comfort of knowing she was no longer alone. For the first time since the world had ended, Felicity felt something dangerous bloom in her chest. Hope. hi this is my first book be gentle english is my first language art is my own

“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place. Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby. “You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.” ===== For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister. Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds. He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web. In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.” She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant. In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years. Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?

She's a photography genius. However, she finds herself bullied by her stepmother and stepsister, and thus, isn't able to showcase her talent. He's the young master of Sharp Edge Group, cold and ruthless. However, he fancies her. With a marriage certificate, he forces her to marry him. She goes from a fallen Cinderella to an enviable Young Madam Lu. He supports her as she soars freely in the world of photography. Oppression and anti-oppression, hunting and fleeing. They are destined to be entangled for a lifetime.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

He was an extremely wealthy CEO. His hobbies were clinging to his wife and pampering her to the extreme. One day, the bodyguard reported, "Sir, Madam went to chase her ex-fiancé!" "Sir, Madam confessed her love for her ex-fiancé on a global livestream!" "Change the photos and names to mine!" "Sir, Madam went to the hospital to have an abortion!" The incredibly handsome and wealthy man couldn't contain his anger. "Bring Madam back to me, and take good care of her! No, stop! I'm going to get her myself!" After marriage, Su Fu glared at her possessive husband. "Let's divorce; this life is unbearable!" Shangguan Ling smirked. "So what if it's unbearable? Whoever leaves, loses! I'll give you the property, our child, and myself! Wherever you go, I'll go too!"

A premeditated car accident almost cost Lu Jinghan his life, but fortunately, Doctor Han saved him. Later, the old master of the Lu Family said with delight, "The life-saving grace of Doctor Han cannot be thanked with words; it's better to let my grandson offer himself in gratitude." "Old man, that's enough." A deep voice came from behind, belonging to Lu Jinghan. Han Xi also felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She's a doctor; healing and saving people is her duty and doesn't deserve such... generous reward. ... Later, Doctor Han became the person Mr. Lu cherished in his heart. Mr. Lu had a smile on his lips, a smile as sweet as nectar: "Let's have a child, then we'll be a family of three." "Two, I want both a boy and a girl." "No, just one." "Why?" Mr. Lu gazed lovingly at his Mrs. Lu: "It's too painful to have a child, one is enough." What to do, it seems Doctor Han wants to pounce on her Mr. Lu right now.

Lennox cornered her in the hallway, his amber eyes troubled. “You didn’t deserve that.” “Didn’t I?” Olivia challenged. “Wasn’t it you who told the entire pack that the daughter of a traitor should be treated as less than human?” “I was wrong,” he admitted. “We all were.” “Three years, Lennox. Three years of serving as your Omega, of being spat on, of watching you three worship the ground Anita walks on while I’m nothing but a shameful secret.” From the shadows, Levi’s voice emerged. “The Moon Goddess bound us for a reason.” Olivia’s bitter laugh echoed through the corridor. “And you’ve fought that reason every step of the way.” “We didn’t know,” Louis appeared beside his brothers, forming the triangle that had always made Olivia feel trapped. “About your father, about the conspiracy—” “So that’s what it takes?” she asked, voice trembling. “My father’s name being cleared for you to acknowledge me as your Luna? As your mate?” “No,” Lennox reached for her. “It’s seeing your strength, your resilience despite everything we put you through.” “We were cruel,” Levi admitted. “We were wrong,” Louis echoed. Olivia looked at each of them, these three powerful Alphas now regarding her with something approaching reverence. Olivia’s smile held no warmth. “Now I realize some wounds cut too deep to heal. You can’t break someone for years and expect them to be whole for you when it’s convenient.”

"I'm not impressed." He said and Kalina guessed the laughter in his words. "Still." She returned, trying to match his amusement and completely failing. That man had a knack for annoying her, that was for sure. ¿Why? Kalina didn't know for sure. She felt a little stupid about the discovery, but there was something else. Something attracted her to him, that was undeniable.

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.

Celeste had never felt loved. Living under the Dyers' roof, she had always been reminded of how unwanted she was. A charity case. A guest who had overstayed her welcome. There was nothing new about it-even she knew that. She had learned to make herself small. So when Marianne suddenly began treating her with warmth and affection, Celeste knew something had changed. She was no longer invincible. She didn't have to shrink herself. Didn't have to walk on eggshells. Her long-time wish finally came true, to be loved again by the people she called family. But it all came with a price. A price Celeste found absurd. There had always been a reason behind her aunt's kindness, and this time was no different. All Celeste had to do was marry a billionaire who had asked for her hand. It was fishy. Everything about it felt laughable. Celeste knew she wasn't worth marrying a billionaire. If anyone was, it was Lydia, Marianne's daughter. She was the obvious choice. But the mysterious billionaire had asked for Celeste specifically. And she wasn't given a choice. The moment she wrote her name on the marriage certificate, her life took a sudden turn. She woke up to the truth that she had been sold off to the Blackwells, the richest family in the world. But that wasn't the dreadful part. Celeste hadn't been sold to just anyone, she had been sold to Aiden Blackwell. And Aiden Blackwell was a madman. The mad heir of Richard Blackwell. ——————— "N-no please, please sir. T-this is w-wrong.." Aiden's fingers slowed down, but didn't stop it's slow stride, his brows furrowed as he stared at his wife. Her lips trembled but no more words came out. She still looked scared, but a little panicked now. "Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow. Color painted Celeste's cheeks at his words. Was there a word to describe the feeling in between fear, panic and embarrassment? Celeste felt all three. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was referred to as the mad heir. Who touches a stranger like that just because she was called his wife? Aiden suddenly stopped, causing Celeste to tense up. Her eyes slowly found his face in the dark room, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room giving away his change in expression. His brows were drawn together at first, then a smirk crept up his lips. It was a slow movement and a sudden shift. Celeste watched as his eyes moved from her robe to her face, with his smirk growing darker. "Are you naked wife?" He asked the known, an evil glint in his eyes that set off alarms in Celeste's head. He'd found out she wasn't wearing anything under the robe, a normal person would let her go right? Hopefully he was normal to that extent. Aiden's smirk deepened as he continued. "And you're not here to seduce me?" He asked accusingly. Celeste's eyes widen, her lips parting wordlessly as she took in the accusation, feeling his fingers continue its slow trail. "You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe, isn't that seduction little lamb?" He asked, his voice low. "N-no b-but I-I.." Without warning he leaned in, so close Celeste could feel his breath brushing her face. "Shh, let me touch what's mine, wife."