Dangerous Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 3

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Arya's frustration echoed around her as she found herself running deeper and deeper into the dark forest. The trees glowed with silver outlining as warm air filled her desperate lungs.

How could he? How could he extinguish her freedom right as she began to hope? He promised her that she'd be free when her birthday came this year, and here he is, selling her off!

It was probably for her protection but... how could he? She could take care of herself!

She roared in anger before collapsing onto the dark floor and taking her head into her hands. She was so close...

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Devonshire jogged to a stop as he found his to-be bride sitting alone in the moonlight with her hands covering her face.

Please don't be crying...

Devonshire never knew what to do with crying women. He usually had left his eldest packmate to take care of those females in his pack. They are going to cause so much trouble when Arya finally is taken to their home.

His bride lifted her face up, looking to the moon. Devonshire was certainly pleased. Although her hair was brimmed with silver, her eyes were clear but sharp. She wasn't crying.

Maybe she was stronger than he had taken her for.

He stepped out into the moonlight and now the girl looked at him with neutrality.

"When am I going to your house?" She looked away. Although her head was not facing his, her head was not bowed either. She was showing her defiance without insulting him.

"Tonight." Devonshire said in his cool dark lustful voice. "But your transition will be easier than you think. Someone from my horde knows you very well and even raised you."

His bride's unique violet eyes sparkle then narrow. "Grandma Isadora."

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In all honesty, Devonshire did not expect such compliance from his bride as he allowed her to say goodbye to Horace, put her on his motorcycle, and drive off without a word. Fuck, she was so compliment that they were over an hour ahead schedule!

The woman was silent throughout the ride, her arms holding him just enough so she wouldn't fly off but no more. Not that he minded. He had to remain disconnected as much as possible. He was stronger that way, and she was safer.

When they finally reached the house, pride filled his chest as his bride gazed in wonder at the enormous mansion in the forest. He shut it down quickly but pondered why in the world did her opinion matter so fucking much?

They walked inside. Her jaw fell agape at the sheer beauty of it all but she regained herself almost immediately.

Through the Nexus, Devonshire knew that all his party was out hunting. It was sundown. Yet, the one pack member he wanted to see was here at home. He knew that this pack member was excited, especially after the decade that she spent raising the girl currently walking next to him.

"Come. I will lead you to your room. I believe she is waiting for you there." He spoke softly, as if fearful to break this mortal in this house of immortals. She nodded silently.

The two clambered up the steps and entered a hallway. To the left, a door. He opened the door and ushered Arya inside.

Devonshire bowed his head, unknowing what to do next, and said, "We shall speak more at sunrise." Then he shut the door and sighed deeply.