Cursed Union

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When Eliana had first arrived to Sleyisea, she had been greeted by the wolves who had tore apart the horse driving her carriage. Ganea's wealth had started depleting since the day of the curse, and hence, she had very few soldiers, who stood no chance against the pack of wolves.

A Sleyisean general who had received them, sat opposite to her in her carriage for her safety. He immediately jumped out of the carriage without a second thought and closed it safely behind himself. A howl ripped the night apart- one that despite sounding like a wolf's, belonged to a man.

Fear-laden, Eliana sat in the middle of the carriage, hugging her knees, with only her sister and Jason in her mind, as she stubbornly wished for her sister to be the last thought she had and prayed for her safety.

Body thudded against her chariot, some belonging to the soldiers, and some of the wolves, and suddenly, the noise of the violence doubled. Neighs struck across the perimeter with roars of war, and all Eliana could do was sit and pray and hope.

A few minutes later, silence enveloped the night, and the door of the carriage opened. Eliana slammed her back against the wooden confinement and backed away in fear.

The door opened revealing a young man with silver hair, yet despite that unique feature of his, the first thing to intrigue Eliana were his eyes. She noticed how the rage in them turned to hurt as he took in her trembling form.

"Please don't hurt me, Sir," Eliana sobbed, her arms caging her own self.

The hurt disappeared as soon as it had come, and he offered her a small smile which was followed by a small yet respecting bow. "Your Highness,"

He straightened his smile again before reaching out a hand in her direction. "I am Alexander, the Prince of Sleyisea,"

***

Yet again, when Eliana woke up, she was in her dearest husband's arms. The feeling despite being foreign, remained nothing less than amicable. Cuddling never seemed to prompt flashbacks. It somehow put her at ease and made her feel better.

With Alexander's hand on her back and their fronts pressed together, she felt nothing but safe. The man in her arms was dangerous and powerful, and had proved to be lethal to everyone but her.

She was aware that he was awake and keeping a watch on their surroundings which was comforting in its own way.

He must've sensed the fact that she had woken up, for he slide a hand across her unclothed back and curled his hand along her side. Using a single finger, he tilted her head upward and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked her, retreating the finger under her chin and using the thumb of his same hand to brush against her wounded nipple. She shook her head, shocked at how she didn't feel the slightest of sting.

He retracted his other hand as well before turning her so that she laid flat on her back. He pushed a knee between hers, parting her legs, before laying a finger against her opening. Her flinch was immediate, and so was the withdrawal of his hand. She saw concern on his face for a split second before it was replaced by his smirk.

"Perhaps we shall be forced to use the ice cubes now,"

She slapped a palm against his chest playfully before jabbing a finger against it. "You want me to believe that if you start pushing ice in my vagina, you won't be tempted to push in something else?"

He gasped dramatically. "I am a man of control, Eliana. However can you doubt my control when I have been controlling myself for the past seven years?"

"Well, if you hadn't been, then you would've been a certified paedophile,"