Pariah

The Beast's Defiant Mate

Lively

At the grand Moonwise Festival, my fiancé, Archon Elliott, decided to publicly humiliate me in front of the entire court. He commanded me to kneel and beg for his betrothal flower, treating me like a broken slave rather than the heir to House Leon. When I refused, he brought his mistress, Corliss Schneider, into my study to deliver his ultimate punishment. "Our marriage will be in name only. I will not share your bed, and I will certainly never give you a child." He wanted to make me a barren laughingstock, while forcing me to publicly request Corliss be made his Junior Consort. To make things worse, Corliss pulled out a jeweled dagger-the exact kind her cousin had used to cripple my brother's leg. "On your wedding day, you will take this dagger, and you will slice open your own arm." She demanded I bleed at the threshold of the Underwood estate as "payment" for offending her. Elliott didn't stop her. Instead, a dark flicker of pleasure crossed his eyes. He wanted to see me mutilated. I had wasted years loving a man who blindly protected the woman who ruined my family, believing he could force my submission. But I didn't cry or beg. I simply laughed at their sheer stupidity.

Werewolf Suspense Fantasy Betrayal Royalty Sweet Enemies to Lovers Female-Centered Personal Growth Werewolf

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"DAPHNE, this is wrong," Rage hushed tones sending electrifying volts through Daphne's system.

Rage is on top of her, showering her with hot wet kisses all over her face and body... Daphne couldn't have asked for anything more.

Daphne locked her gaze on him. "How could this possibly be wrong, Rage?"

He averted her gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen between us; I shouldn't have let my emotions control me. I know what we have is forbidden..."

Daphne's fingertips trace Rage's perfect jawline. "Forbidden? How can you say that, Rage, when we know the undeniable attraction between us?" she questioned.

"For God's sake, Daphne! You're my sister! I shouldn't be crossing lines!"

Daphne's brow merges into a single thin line. "Sister? You know we're not real siblings, Rage. Father happened to adopt you, but we're not related, you know that,"

Daphne couldn't fathom Rage's pride. "Besides... father loves you, and our parents will never be mad if they find out what's going on between us," she persuaded him.

Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin.

"Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore,"

She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything.

"How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip.

She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.

Rage's lip twitched. He's smirking at her. And he looks so dashing with this expression on his face.

"You want me that badly, Daphne?" he murmured in her ear. His hands were circling her naked body.

She can't stop herself from closing her eyes. "Yes, Rage! Yes!" she moaned in delight.

Rage is powerless to oppose the beautiful "canvass" in front of him. His Daphne is absolutely stunning. She's a perfect creation.

"Tell me what you want me to do with you," Rage challenged her.

She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Their gazes locked with equal fervor.

She is a shy and reserved individual. However, when it comes to Rage, he can bring out her wild side. "I want you to fuck me, Rage. I want to taste you all. Devour my body and soul. Take me with all your might!" she begged.

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