STORM
What the hell is going on with ? Why am I behaving abnormally? Have I gone mad? Is this what people call insanity?
I stared down at the sleeping figure of the Amal prince, wondering what the hell he had done to . This is so unlike . I have never been with the sa person twice, and not only that, but I allowed him to sleep on my bed.
However, that wasn’t all. It’s my urge to stretch my hand and touch his hair, to ruffle it a bit and watch him sigh when I run my hand through them.
There is this desire in to cradle him to my bosom, and never let go. However, I didn’t do that. Instead, I glared at him, imagining the look of horror that will be on his face when I kick him down from the bed.
I giggled at that, only to clamp my palm over my mouth at that strange sound that ca from it. What the hell? Why do I sound so odd?
What’s going on with ? What the hell is wrong with ? Have I sohow gotten webbed up in the magic of Amal?
Have my past finally caught up with ?
When I was a kid, 8 years to be precise, I was kidnapped by the sadistic paedophile of a king the Amals had. My parents believed he was the one who changed my sexuality, but I have always known. I can’t tell why, but when Ray joined the army and beca my guard since we were almost the sa age, he only spoke of getting married to a beautiful lady, but I always have my thoughts on a cute boy in my mory.
The king only helped know what it ans to admire other n, but never changed . I was born this way. Yet, my family still blas the king.
That was why my father was hell-bent on wiping out the entire Amal, but didn’t do so because I asked to be the one to take revenge for what the king did to .
Who would have known I will end up taking his son captive and doing almost the sa things with him? But not at all. The king didn’t force himself on , just starved , touched inappropriately and showed scenes of what no 8-year-old should see. I was locked for a full moon before I escaped.
Brys stirred, and I froze, getting ready to tongue lash him should he catch staring at him like a fool, but he didn’t wake. He only turned and that was all.
I inhaled sharply. Funny how I’m a bit scared of soone I can just slit his throat with my knife, and go Scott free. But the thought of doing that didn’t sit well with .
I just want to envelop him in a...
What the hell is wrong with ?!
I instantly rose from the bed, and strode towards my window, trying to rid my mind of the thoughts I had.
Why will I feel this way for the son of my enemy? It’s not healthy at all. There is no way soone can do that. But here I am, sleeping with the son of the sa man I planned to wipe his lineage. And what was more, I don’t intend to kill his son after I’m through with him because I don’t think I can ever be through with him.
This right here is the damned problem! What the hell? It’s not healthy to feel that way for him. Yet, I can’t seem to stop.
I strode over to my closet and got one of my wrappers, making a ntal note to get one type for him, despite my desire to have him cover his chest.
But he only has a pair of those odd clothes. There is no way he can continue wearing those.
I inhaled sharply, went over to the bed to check on him, and finally gave in to the urge to run a hand through his hair. It was soft, luring and silky, just the way I imagined it.
I leaned down to take a whiff of his Strawberry sll, which might be part of the reason for my unwillingness to get rid of him.
I love Strawberries, and he’s the only one I have t with such a sweet pheromone. It gave this urge to mark him and —
With a sharp inhale, I straightened at the thought. My eyes darted around as my heartbeat picked up pace. Truthfully, I don’t think I’m okay. Sothing must be wrong with for thinking of marking him.
He sighed once more in his sleep before he turned towards , looking like a god damned baby with a sweet expression on his face. I clenched my fists, to prevent my hand from going forward to run a hand through his hair, and gently caress his face.
This Oga right here is the cutest one ever. I know I have seen my fair share of Beauties, but none rivalled him. But that wasn’t what made him attractive to him.
It’s his ability to stand for himself and the fire in his gaze whenever he’s not happy. I have never known how much I love the feisty ones until I t him.
He changed my perspective and —
No, I need to leave!
I hastened towards the door, scared that I will continue thinking of him should I stay in the sa room with him.
I glanced back at him before I opened the door and stepped out, eager to leave my wing and go for a walk to clear my head and rid myself of the thoughts of the Ogas sleeping on my bed.
I just need to forget about him and clear my mind of thoughts concerning him. But I know that it’s impossible. As I strode down the hall, past my guards, my mind returned to him. I can’t help but think of the thoughts that might run through his mind when he wakes up alone in bed.
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