The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate

Esme’s dark pupils expanded as she met the king’s intense gaze, and she lowered her head, her long eyelashes fluttering in uncertainty. She couldn’t fathom why he was requesting a sudden kiss in the midst of such a sensitive conversation, and her rational mind was screaming at her to refuse.

Before she could utter a word, he tilted her head up, leaning in, and their lips touched. Esme’s body tensed in reaction, and she could not bring herself to pull away from the gentle, whispering-soft kisses. It wasn’t because she desired this, but the touch of his sensual lips had awakened yet another unwelcomed memory – the night at the previous inn, where the stranger had claimed her lips with an all-consuming force.

The phantom scent of sandalwood lingered, the only sensation Esme could focus on, as her body reacted to Lennox’s gentle touch. Memories of that fateful night at the inn, of being consumed by a total stranger, stirred a deep longing within her. She yearned for the warmth of those lips, the protection of that strong, hard body, and the sweet pain it brought to her core.

Without hesitation, Esme stood on her toes and deepened the kiss, demanding more of it.

Lennox’s eyes grew wide in surprise, but his gaze soon took a darker shade at her submission, his wolf glinting in their golden depth, and his mouth was over hers with a ferocity that had her mewling. His big hand cradled the back of her neck to angle it to the side, while the other reached for her wide hips, pulling her close and eliminating any distance between them, their bodies meddling as one.

As their tongues intertwined in a lustful dance, Lennox’s groan of pleasure echoed through the room. Her fingers delved into his golden curls, and he pulled back to run his tongue over the beguiling curve of her neck, making her body shudder against him. A hum escaped her parted lips, and her eyes remained closed. Initially, Lennox had sensed her earlier hesitation when he made attempts to kiss her, yet her sudden reaction had left him perplexed and sexually thrilled.

His self-control was slipping, overwhelmed by Esme’s tantalizing touch, and the heat of her warm body. She smelled sweet, like the flowers blooming in spring. There was an inexplicable allure to her that stirred his inner wolf, urging him to surrender to his primal instincts. He longed to peel away the layers of her dress, revealing the captivating beauty beneath, and explore every inch of her skin with his hands.

But a rational voice within him cautioned against giving in to his desire, warning him to maintain a semblance of restraint. But, his wolf was mentally urging him to take her right here and now. He knew he shouldn’t.

But... fuck! By the moon goddess was it hard!

"Esme.." his voice was low and rough as he nipped gently at her neck, a growl rising in his throat. As he whispered, "Are you deliberately tempting your king like this?" he shifted his leg between her trembling thighs.

Esme whimpered at the unexpected touch, her head falling against his broad chest, her fingers clinging to his collar as if it were a lifeline. Lost in the sensation, her body yearned for more of that experience, even if it came from the king himself. Her senses hummed, and she gasped as she was pushed back against the door again, whilst struggling to catch her breath.

The stranger’s burning kisses still lingered in her mind, and Esme bit her lip to distract herself from the scandalous thoughts that threatened to surface. Her gaze drifted to the king as he gently freed her bottom lip from her teeth, his fingers stroking it with a tender touch.

"You Montague women have a way of bewitching men," he whispered, before claiming her lips in a deep, hunger-filled kiss.

His tongue delved in, and she moaned, arching against him, craving more. With their bodies pressed, she felt his hard-on through her dress. Yet, despite the passion they shared, it paled in comparison to the stranger’s electrifying caresses, his kisses that left breathless, and his hands that set her skin aflame.

Esme knew she was losing her grasp on reality. The king’s lips were on hers – any female would dream of being held like this by their admirable king – but her own body was responding to the ghost of a complete stranger, a man whose face she couldn’t even remember. The treachery of her own desires left her aghast, as she moaned shamelessly, her body craving the touch of someone who was nothing more than a fleeting memory.

Lennox’s sudden withdrawal left Esme disoriented, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of her hair radiating a soft blue light. The sudden realization snapped Esme out of her trance-like state, and she gazed at her own hair in wonder.

What in the world...??

"Your hair..." Lennox’s voice trailed off, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "Did you get... excited?"

"W-what?" Esme’s face flushed with confusion, embarrassment, and fascination.

She stared at her glowing locks in pure bewilderment, unable to comprehend the sight. In terms of her family’s tradition, she had never heard of this phenomenon before, and it was....

A startled cry escaped her lips as she was pulled away from the door and tumbled back onto the bed. Alarm bells rang in her head as she watched Lennox begin to unbutton his shirt, his golden eyes burning with intention.

Oh dear...

Oh no...

"Your Majesty—" Esme stammered, but was silenced when the king hovered atop her. Her pupils widened upon realizing that he intended to take this to the end, and her mind was not in agreement with that. Now that she was sane, and had successfully snapped out of the sensation she felt thanks to the man who took her virginity, she realized she wasn’t ready to go through with this at all.

"Wait—"

"I’ll make you feel good." Lennox’s smile hinted at his satisfaction as he trapped her hands above her head. "You’re telling me to wait after getting excited like that? Are you worried about consummating with me because we aren’t married yet?" He asked, his other hand caressing her body and leaving tingles at its wake.

"We don’t have to wait until our wedding night to indulge, do we?" he opened the last button, revealing his well-built torso to her gaze.

Esme’s mind reeled, and she struggled to process the king’s words. She had never heard of this phenomenon before, not even from her father, but Lennox seemed to possess knowledge she didn’t. In her disturbed state, she didn’t even notice her hair’s glow diminishing until the king gently grabbed her jaw.

"It stopped glowing?" Lennox’s searching gaze met Esme’s bewildered one. "Why did it stop...?! For a moment, I thought a goddess was on my bed with your hair like that. But isn’t that a Montague trait? Why do you look startled?" He released her jaw, puzzled. "Your hair glowed because you were aroused and excited. To think you didn’t know, yet Dahmer seems to be aware of this."

Esme’s heart raced as he looked at her, as if he was comprehending something she was too afraid to guess. Did her hair stop glowing because she wasn’t thinking about that stranger?

A timely knock at the door broke the silence, and Leonardo’s voice cut through the tension. "Your Majesty, it’s almost time for tonight’s gathering. The warriors and I are waiting, but I can delay the..."

"No need." Lennox swiftly rose from the bed, putting on his shirt as he stood. "I’ll be there soon." he replied, and Leonardo left. He had lost sight of his original purpose in the heat of the moment.

Glancing at Esme, he leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I have to go now, but we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow. Lock your doors." He said in a gentle tone before taking his leave, closing the door behind him as he left.

Esme immediately got out of bed and approached the mirror, staring at her short locks as if searching for answers. Did what just happened really happen? Could it be true that hair really glowed because she was having illicit thoughts? The stranger’s face remained obscured, and yet, her body had responded so shamelessly.

Esme’s self-rebuke was scathing, "you’re a fool, Esme." She couldn’t justify her action, not after betraying the king’s trust like that. She didn’t deserve his affection, not after surrendering to her base desires.

The next day dawned, and Esme took her bath in the wooden tub. After cleansing her body and changing the water, she decided to soak herself in it for a while, hoping to calm her troubled mind. Their journey back to the East had been postponed till tonight thanks to Dahmer’s treatment, and Esme knew it was only a matter of time before he was up on his feet again, to her dismay.

Reminding herself that she wasn’t going to think about anything that would ruin her present tranquility, her thoughts strayed to Finnian and Vivienne, who were currently her only source of peace. Images of the two began to take shape on the water’s surface, and she saw them standing in the pack house garden, waving at her with warm smiles. freewebnøvel.coɱ

She could almost hear Vivienne’s sweet voice uttering, "Come home soon, Milady! We miss you!" Just thinking about it made her chuckle heartily, and she wondered what they were both up to right now.

But then, the scene in the water suddenly shifted, and the vibrant flowers in the garden transformed into dark, foreboding lilies. Vivienne was now surrounded by a sea of them, while Finnian stood apart, surrounded by fewer, yet still ominous, blooms.

Esme blinked cluelessly at the sight, and the vision vanished.