THE REJECTED PRINCE’S OWL의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

Lady Amelia"Dude… what the hell?" I mumbled, staring at my boyfriend, a man that has always preached against homosexuality, thrust into another man's ass, growling like a goddamn slut in rut.I had known Paul or should I say priest Paul for four years now and had been together with him for two. He is always on about how homosexuality is a sin, how we should wait till our wedding night and yada yada—yet here he is, growling like a pig; a disrespect to those cuties, while thrusting his shaft into another man– his fellow priest, unaware of my presence.Sincerely, I'm more disappointed than hurt, maybe because I never really loved him. I only agreed to date him because of mother Agnes—my foster mother."Ah, damnit…fuck! yes, I love this… right there daddy. I want this… haaa yeah… right that, all day." I almost scowled but damn, look at that stroke. This, for real, deserves an award as the best gay porn I have ever watched. It's my first though but who's counting."Fuck yeah, baby…good bo

Prince Kealen's PovThe first thing I felt is pain. But— given the last thing I remember is a serpent beast trying to eat me, it's something of a miracle to even breathe.The ground beneath me feels cold and damp, my fingers twitching against the moss, and when I try to move, my joint protests."Great," I groan under my breath.My vision blurs for a moment before settling, the fog still hanging thick, curling low and pale around the trees. And then I see it— what's left of the serpent. Its body lies twisted a few feet away, its scales glinting faintly gold in the dim light. There is a charred mark on its head, like something seared straight through it.I blink at it. "I don't remember doing that."Something soft rustles nearby. My hand instantly goes to my sword despite the joint ache— well, it would, if my sword isn't lying a few feet away from my reach. I grunt, dragging myself toward it.And that's when I see it… an owl.A small, black and white owl, laying motionless near the ser

Prince Kealen's povI sat in my office, the pink stone glowing faintly on my desk. The room is quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock and the scratching of my pen against a parchment. Stupid reports from the border, requests from council about if I had found my mate yet. Like those fools aren't aware that I've not.I lean back, pressing the bridge of my nose. "They are mocking me," I mutter, picking up the pink stone on my desk. It flickers faintly as if in response. "I'm possibly cursed. A twenty three years old royal wolf with no mate, definitely cursed." I could feel the ache burning in my heart, reminding me of the fact that I'm not complete.I grab my necklace pendant, rubbing it against the pink rock. "Why did it lead me to you? What mystery is hidden…""Huh?" I sniff noisily like a hungry dog as a scent, soft and sweet like jasmine mixed with wild honey and a pint of cinnamon waffles through the air, sharp enough to make my throat close.My pen slips from my fingers as