Mated To The Beast King || SLOW UPDATE||

Mated To The Beast King || SLOW UPDATE||

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She belongs to him. He lives for her. He breathe for her. He waited for her, and now that she's here . He not going to let her off his arms. "You reek of him." For a moment, I was left breathless, and my stomach erupted with colourful butterflies. His voice wasn't the kind that was smooth, sweet, and melodious. It was the kind that was harsh, hard, and rough, it was raspy in a way that has bass at the end. As cliché as this may sound, it was pleasing to my ears like a dull lullaby. I swear I could listen to him talk all day. Until his words registered in my brain, and I was like, "What?" I frowned at him. "And I don't like it." I saw his tongue flog the rooftop of his mouth. "I don't like it when other males have their scent on you." At this point, I began wondering what he was talking about and who he was talking to, because I am certain it was not me. I know I have a funny look on, since I was inwardly doing the same. "Luna, I believe you're the one I'm talking to. Show me, where did he touch you." Oh, how I want to sigh dreamingly, there's something about the way he speaks that makes my insides giddy. Wait, What? "How did you know my middle name?" I asked. "Show me where he touched you because I'm seconds away from going out there and snapping his neck." He growled, like the animalistic kind of growl. I somehow knew he wasn't kidding, and I'm not about to take his warnings for play. "Here," I told him, putting my right hand on the table, he was quick to take my hand in his grasp. I watched in surprise, while my face burned in embarrassment when he started rubbing his against my hand in a possessive way. "Mine!" He claims, now we all agree that I'm not crazy. "You're mine, mine only." He affirms. "Go home, darling, and make sure to stay away from those males." He stood up and left like nothing happened, leaving me to stare after his retreating back dumbfounded. This date is a total disaster.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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