[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi Fantasians! This Chapter contains a graphic depiction of non-consensual sexual violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are a survivor of sexual assault, please be aware that the following scene may be triggering.If you're uncomfortable with this, please scroll down and begin reading at [START].]
[Next Day: Morning]
Ovelia's POV
I stirred awake as the sunlight stread through the window, warming my face. A sharp twinge in my left arm jolted fully awake, and the ache in my back caught off guard. Turning my head, I caught sight of my left arm, wrapped tightly in bandages. Relief and concern washed over as I rembered what had happened.
Next to my bedside, Ace was fast asleep, his head resting against the side of my bed. He looked so handso in repose, an almost peaceful expression softening his usually intense features. I found myself smiling despite my pain, realizing how gentle he appeared while sleeping. Without even noticing, I reached out and lightly ran my fingers through his hair, seeking comfort in this small act.
"Hmmm," he murmured, easing awake with his eyes barely open. Then, his eyes sparkled with mischief, and his lips curled into a playful grin. "Finally, you're awake! Ovelia, have sex with right now," he declared with exaggerated enthusiasm, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.
[WARNING: The following section contains a graphic depiction of non-consensual sexual violence.]
I hadn't said a word yet, but Ace suddenly stood up from his seat, climbed onto the bed, and sat on my lap. He leaned in, his face inching closer to mine as if he was about to kiss .
"Ace, stop it!" I exclaid, struggling to maintain my composure as I averted my gaze from his. I pushed against him with my right hand, trying to create so distance between us.
But Ace wouldn't be deterred. "I can't stop," he replied, his voice low and husky, a playful grin spreading across his face. "This is what my wolf wants."
I locked eyes with him, my heart racing, and questioned, "Why are you doing this? Are you just using for your pleasure?" Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I held them back, my voice trembling. "You told to find a way for you to fall for , but how can I do that when your heart belongs to soone else?"
"Ovelia, do you love ?" Ace asked seriously, his tone suddenly heavy with gravity.
At that mont, my heart constricted painfully in my chest. I was caught off guard, unsure of how to respond. The truth was, I didn't even know what love felt like. The word itself seed foreign; it felt as though my heart had been encased in a barrier, molded from the neglect of my non-biological parents and the scorn I'd faced in Timberline Village. I had never experienced the warmth and security of love, and now, faced with this question, I felt utterly lost.
Ace smiled faintly, his thumb caressing my cheek as he said, "I take that as a no. I'm already your husband, and I know it's unfair to expect you to make fall for you while you don't even love yet."
With a swift motion, he pulled away the blanket that had been wrapped around , and I gasped in shock, realizing I wore only my bra and panties.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he said, winking at with a smirk. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson, heat rushing to my face at his teasing yet tender deanor.
As Ace began removing his clothes, I was captivated by his well-defined muscles and chiseled abs. My breath hitched in my throat as he moved closer, his intentions apparent. Slowly, he reached for my panties, and suddenly, a wave of panic washed over .
"Ace, wait! I'm not ready for this... It's still dirty down there, and I haven't even showered," I said shyly, my cheeks burning with embarrassnt.
He let out a soft chuckle, his smile warm yet mischievous. Ignoring my protest, he leaned in, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path over my most intimate part. A soft moan escaped my lips despite the whirlwind of emotions I felt.
"You taste so sweet down here," Ace murmured, his voice a mix of playfulness and intimacy.
However, just as I began to succumb to the mont, he suddenly stopped; he transford into his werewolf form. His powerful presence was both awe-inspiring and frightening.
"Are you afraid to see like this? Do you feel traumatized by what that black werewolf did to you?" Ace asked, concern lacing his voice as he studied my reaction.
"No," I replied softly, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. I didn't want him to see the fear lurking beneath my brave facade.
He transford back into his human form, and with a gentle touch, he slowly buried himself inside . I wrapped my right arm around him tightly, surrendering to the sensations as he began to move slowly.
"I want to try different positions," he said, his voice thick with desire, "but your left arm is injured, so let's skip that for now."
I loosened my grip on him, and in a swift movent, he grasped my breast, his mouth finding it with a teasing hunger. As he suckled gently and bit down softly, I found myself tangling my fingers in his hair, overwheld by the pleasure he was igniting within .
"You're so tight," he murmured, connecting his lips with mine as his rhythm quickened. With each thrust, the world outside lted away; it was just us, lost in each other, the sensations building like a wave. I couldn't help but moan a little louder, feeling the intensity of the mont swell until I reached my climax. As I felt that heightened rush, I could sense him approaching his peak as well, ultimately spilling his warmth outside, our bodies entwined in a mont of pure bliss.
He kissed softly on the lips again, then effortlessly lifted and carried into the bathroom. As we stepped inside, he carefully removed the bandages from my body, and we washed away the remnants of our earlier passion together. The warm water enveloped us, drawing us closer as we surrendered to the mont.
[START]
Once we were dressed, we erged from the bathroom to find Ann finishing up her cleaning in the room. I hadn't even realized she had been there the whole ti; her presence had gone unnoticed until now.
"Ann?" I called out, my voice laced with surprise.
She turned and smiled, her eyes lighting up as she dropped the cleaning supplies and rushed towards , wrapping her arms around in a warm embrace. I felt a brief sting as her body brushed against my still-healing bruise, but I chose to ignore it.
"Lady Ovelia, I'm so relieved to see you awake! I was so worried about you!" Ann exclaid, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"I'm sorry for making you worry," I replied, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude.
"Ehem!" Ace cleared his throat, his playful tone cutting through the tension in the room.
Ann and I turned to look at him, and she imdiately released from the hug, a hint of embarrassnt coloring her cheeks.
"I almost forgot to ntion, Sir Ace and Lady Ovelia, breakfast is ready. But first, I need to change your bandage, lady Ovelia, and tend to your wound," Ann said, her voice filled with a gentle urgency.
I sat on the bed as Ann began to clean my injury carefully. Ace was nearby, watching intently, his brow furrowed with concern. I bit back the urge to speak, even though the sting in my arm was relentless as she applied fresh bandages. Ann gently slipped off my shirt, avoiding jostling the bruises, and pressed an ice pack against them, her touch soothing yet clinical.
When she finished bandaging my back, I felt a wave of relief wash over , though discomfort lingered.
We made our way to the dining area together with Ace.
•Dining Hall•
As we stepped inside, the aroma of freshly cooked dishes enveloped us. Eliana sat at the table, her bright smile illuminated by the morning sun.
"Eliana?!" Ace exclaid, surprise edging his tone.
"Oh, good morning, Ace!" she replied cheerfully, her eyes sparkling.
Ace's face softened, and he walked over to sit beside her, a shift that stirred a pang of sadness within .
I settled next to Ace, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words, and we began to eat.
"Ace, it's unusual for you to eat breakfast. Please try this," Eliana said, her voice warm as she offered him a bite.
Ace took the food from her hand with a slight smile, but the mont felt strained. I watched him, the easy camaraderie between them tugging at my heart, a silent wish echoing in the depths of my mind.
As he chewed, I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were swirling beneath his calm exterior and if he could sense the turmoil churning within .
The tension lingered for several minutes. I glanced at Ann, who was standing before and whispered, "Fighting," adding a fist pump for encouragent.
I turned to Eliana, my voice low yet firm. "Eliana, Ace is my husband. Can you please stop that?"
"Why should I?" Eliana retorted, her tone sharp. "Sure, he's your husband, but I'm the one he loves."
"Eliana?!" Ace's voice bood, filled with anger.
I felt frozen, my food untouched, as Eliana's words sank in. It rang painfully true. I wondered why I was hurting like this.
The dining room door swung open, and Ray stepped in.
"Eliana, what are you doing here? Anyway, Ace, Alpha King Raymond wants to see you," he said, his tone brisk.
Ace and Eliana stood up, clearly about to leave the dining room. Ray looked at , his expression softening. "I'm glad you're awake, Ovelia."
I offered a weak smile, and he returned it. Ace walked out without another word, his back turned to , a chilly silence lingering in the air. Before Eliana followed, she shot a glance, her smirk teasing, almost taunting.
I instinctively clutched my chest, feeling as if I'd been pierced through the heart. Was it possible that I didn't love Ace? My mind raced, grappling with the painful doubts and heartbreak swirling within . I needed answers, but all I felt was confusion and sorrow.
•Palace Hallway•
Ace's POV
I had a sinking feeling about why Father wanted to see . Ray must have told him what happened with Ovelia.
As Ray and Eliana stood with at the entrance of the throne room, tension filled the air.
"Eliana, I'm sorry, but you can't co in; King Raymond only wants to speak with Ace," Ray said, his tone firm yet apologetic.
"It's alright, Ray. I'll just wait in Ace's office," Eliana replied, her voice steady, though I could sense the disappointnt behind it.
" too, Ace. I'll wait for you in your office," Ray said, turning his back on Eliana without waiting for a response.
Eliana glanced at , offering a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. I returned the gesture weakly as she started walking toward my office.
I still couldn't understand why Ray and Eliana never seed to get along.
I knocked on the throne room door, and it creaked open. My father sat on his throne, the weight of kingship evident in his posture. The room felt eerily empty; the guards were nowhere to be seen.
I stepped inside and knelt before him, bowing my head.
"Why did you call for , Your Highness?" I asked, my voice steady despite my unease.
"Raise your head.Today, I speak as your father, not your king," he replied, his voice commanding yet softening at the edges.
I looked up, eting his gaze.
"Ace, Ray inford that sothing unfortunate happened to Ovelia due to your negligence. Instead of punishing you, I want you to open your heart to Ovelia, even just a little," my father said, concern etched on his face.
A wave of guilt washed over as my thoughts drifted to Eliana. A flicker of fear ignited within ; I knew that opening my heart to Ovelia would hurt her.
"But, Father—" I began, my voice trembling with the weight of my emotions. Before I could finish, he interrupted , his tone firm and resolute.
"I know you love Eliana, but Ovelia is your wife. Your wolf chose her as your mate. You must forget Eliana; she is not your destiny. You must set her free." His words hit like a cold gust of wind, chilling my bones.
"I can't do that," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with desperation.
Father's expression shifted instantly, his deanor hardening as seriousness enveloped him like a dark cloak. My heart raced, each beat echoing the gravity of the mont.
"Now, I speak to you as your king," he declared, his voice unwavering. "Consider this: giving your heart a chance to love Ovelia is not rely a choice—but a punishnt. And let the thought that loving and protecting her is a stepping stone toward achieving your dreams to motivate you." His eyes bore into mine, demanding acknowledgnt.
"Yes, Your Highness," I answered, my head bowed in submission. The weight on my shoulders felt unbearable, a burden I never wished to carry.
"You may leave," he commanded, dismissing with a wave of his hand.
I stood slowly, the sting of my father's words lingering in the air as I exited the throne room. Each step felt heavy, a painful reminder of the heartache I was leaving behind. Yet, the urgency to obey my father's decree propelled forward. I walked toward my office, where shadows lood like my unresolved feelings—a constant, gnawing ache in my heart.
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