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Her heart dropped as she met a pair of golden eyes, his disinterested gaze traveling down her shivering form slowly. He looked like a fallen angel, lounging against the cushion with his muscled legs wide apart, making space for the women pining at his feet.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

"Fuck you," Eve muttered under her breath, glaring at the older Tarleton before she took off towards the boundary walls.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

Without any hesitation, she opened her legs wide for him, her skirt riding up her knees as Henry Cavanough settled himself between them, one of his hands reaching up to straddle her chest.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

"Must be the wind." She said, shaking her head at her wild imagination. The cold wind beat against her figure, blowing strands of hair out of her braid as her dress slapped violently against her slender legs. She gently hoisted herself up the branch, holding on to the trunk as she looked down. "I should probably head ho-"

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

But their problem was theirs. What she wanted was to punch him senselessly for all the times that he had grabbed her, in front of people as well as hidden from their eyes, knowing that no one would come to her rescue. Eve raised her hand, her fingers shrinking into a fist. Aiming right at the crouching man's face, she pushed forward in full swing.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

Eve was at the peak of her patience. She was about to raise her hand when Dodie rushed into the room, pushing her to the floor in a quick move.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

Eve looked away. She knew that the statement was only to try and instigate a fight. Such things never turned out in her favor. She had learned at a very young age to let the young age that it was best to let it go. But she also knew that Pavia was not going to let it go. Out of the two sisters, she was the smartest. The little devil would turn to her own sister if she didn't manage to get to her.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

Suddenly, a wolf's howl pierced the air, tearing through the fabric of the cloudy sky. Her heart dropped as she was pulled into herself, escaping the clutches of the monster as she was dragged through layers and layers of darkness. She felt sick as the insides of her stomach churned from the movement.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

"Why are you hesitating, young one?" She whispered in a sickeningly sweet tone. "I know you crave this."

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

As her mother's screams echoed through the silence of the night, Eve felt the ground give way. She didn't register the shock of her body hitting the ground or the pain that followed. She felt nothing in the darkness that sucked her in like a violent whirlpool.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

"Speak woman! Where is the wolf that you hid?!" His voice boomed through the poorly constructed structure once again, making Eve shiver instinctively.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

"Where is he?!" A deep male voice boomed through the silence of the night.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves

The little girl took a deep breath, gathering all her courage. "It's just the wind." She whispered, reassuring herself.

Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Fantasy · obsessedWithWolves