Taming the Rogue King

Who am I?

Liam

He had to get Ira to safety. The peaceful forest would be the right place. He knew of a few underground bunkers that they had created for fire safety but they were far away.

If the storm moved they wouldn't get enough time to reach the safety of those bunkers.

Thankfully he had recently commissioned one bunker nearby. The work had just started but there was a trench behind a pile of sand bags that could keep them safe.

In a blink he decided for both of them and shot off to the place with Ira on his shoulder. She was so light and so small! Her legs reached histhighs as she kept the knees slightly flexed. At times his organ brushed against her legs and the inconspicous brush sent sparks through his spine.

He had to reel in his thoughts. What the f**k was happening? They were in a frea&king battle and here he was fantasising of taking this girl to an unknown location and ravishing her.

Her sexy round ass stuck in the air as she bent on his shoulder. It took supreme effort to avoid stroking her luring bottom! He was glad that she was facing his back. They reached the trench soon enough and he shove her into it and jumped on top of her.

What an i***t!! I should have thought of a better location. This is like a suicide! I sure have a death wish! Naked and on top of this sexy vixen!

He thought of everything that could help keep his reaction in control. From the good old man working as their chef to the old man who sometimes visited Miriam. It helped a little but when she inhaled against his chest, it made his wolf jump in glee as he smelled the sweet fragrance of her arousal.

FU*CK!! The girl isn't going to make it easy! It was his fault. He was the one who thought about this treanch. A little further ahead they could have actually accessed one of the bunkers but he did not want to be too far from Miriam.

"I can smell you. Can you stop thinking about our situation please?" He pleaded. He had to! He was hanging on to a thread here as far as control was concerned. He didn't want to end up hurting her. He had given a word to the stupid Co- Ma and now he had to keep it.

He peered into her blue eyes as she stared at him making him anxious. It looked like she was seeing into his soul. His wolf wanted to taste her lips again. God damn! he wanted to taste those juicy lips again, but he controlled.

The storm had to be over soon. He could still here the whoosing sounds of the gusts of wind. Thatgs when Ira did something that caught him completely ofguard thoroughly shattering his control.

She pulled his face down using her hands behind his head and gave him a chaste peck on his lips.

Moon Goddess! What a heavenly fragrance!! What a heavenly taste! Her tongue pushed against his lips prodding his mouth open. Unbelievable! How erotic can it be when a woman takes control!!

He sucked on her juicy tongue pulling it into the depths of his mouth. He wanted her so bad! And as if that wasn't enough, the witch started moving underneath him. The sweet aroma of her arousal, the wet softness of her tongue in his mouth, her fragile body pinned underneath him and her sensual movements were too much for him.

He broke their contact or his wolf would have taken over and he would have marked her right there! Without her consent! He wasn't a rapis*t! He would never take a woman without her consent!

"You are going to be the death of me!" He exclaimed as he breathed in her scent. "Oh yes! You are going to be the death of me!"

Her scent calmed his senses. The scent of summer and tropical flowers... The scent of happiness... Not his happiness! Suddenly he felt a jolt of excrutiating pain through his head. As if every nerve, every cell exploded with unknown energy.

The pain died down as suddenly as it arose. He couldn't hear the storm anymore. He swiftly jumped out of the trench and pulled Ira out by her hand.

He frowned trying to understand what had happened. There was a sharp pain followed by these memories which weren't his. Or were they?

The storm must have passed. But what happened? Something happened. I can feel it. In my head. It's confusing. This barrage of memories! The witch isn't my mother. I am not from here. Where is that snow clad mountain? The witch!!! She has the answer. Did she do something to my memories? Did she abduct me? Did she kill my parents? I need to save her. James must not kill her. I need to know! Who am I?

Ira got up and dusted her shorts. She had no idea how cute she looked.

"Sorry! It won't happen again. You don't need to tell Monike. I don't want to hurt her or cause mayhem in your political engagement." She meekly murmured.

What the fuc*k! My life is such a mess. But Miriam first!! I need to know who my parents are. Where are they? Are they dead? I will handle Ira's situation later! Do hell with Monike and the political alliance!

He let his wolf take over. The mild pain of rearranging bones took his mind off the numerous issues that he was facing and he dashed towards the fighting trio, praying to the Moon Goddess that James went easy on Miriam and did not kill her.

"Liam wait!" Just as Ira's desperate voice reached his ears as she panted trying to reach him, another sharp pain shot through his head. A fuzzy memory of him playing with his younger sister flashed past and he fell down with the effort of trying to retrieve his scattered memories. A few more flashes of laughter around the meals and fight training with his dad showed up. He twitched in pain as he pushed the barriers in his mind trying to make sense of the flashes of memories that echoed through his head like flashcards.

Unclear, distorted shadows of the past that he had no recollection of. But he knew! It was his former life. His family! He only had to clear the cobwebs of amnesia. He had to get to Miriam.

How could she do this to him? How could she make him live a life of lie? The b***h had taken away everything from him and turned him into her pawn.

Anger gave him strength as he let the outrage consume him to the extent that he could push the pain aside and get up. Ira caressed his head and her touch was enough to win over every distraction.

He stood up on his four unsteady paws, looked into her eyes and flicked his head back asking her to climb onto his back. It would have been so easy if she was a werewolf. He would have mind linked. He could mind link with any werewolf as he pleased. He had no restriction of the packs or clans.

Thankfully Ira was smart and could easily understand what he meant. She climbed onto his back and he quickly pranced towards Miriam.

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