Once upon a Villainess

ealed my sharp ivory canines glinting in the light. It felt invigor

om beginn

ne I will never relinquish, for

he one he dared to mate wi

I shivered, lifting one of my tw

it awakened my beast. I rushed into his room; had I not fought against it, I would have truly claimed him as my mate. But the shell intervened, sobbing and sinking her fangs into him, extracting the poison from his soul and healing him. The backlash left her in a deep slumber, while

tly, one that I simply didn'

if that could ever be true,

a second to eliminate that shell before she had the chance to stake her claim on him. Such a claim would never actually come to fruition, not on

s, creating an invisible shield around us, a pr

ed me. The distinctive scent of warm blood wafted into my nostrils, and a smile crept across my face. My life was, in fact, not so bad. I mused to myself that even if he were t

lips instinctively, fully captivated by the striking contours of his demonic form. He possessed bulging muscles that rippled with power, thick thighs that hinted at speed and strength, a slender f

e tilted his head slightly, glancing at me from the side. The angle of his face was mesmerizing, drawing me in d

, too seductive, with an alluring danger that made my heart race. Each detail about hi

took a deep breath, savoring his scent, and my tongue darted out to lick his face, his impressive horns, and his heavily muscled ches

y fascinating," he remarked, hi

from not long ago," I continued,

d responsibility," I informed him gently, licking him again to emphasize my affection. He remained silent for what fe

ou must accept it," I reminded him, t

spered, his voice low and filled with longing as he rested his head against my

step back as I shifted into the form of the grey demon, looking up at him with wide eyes before I spoke. "I am a servant

would be powerful! R

could-" I couldn't bring myself to finish that thought and instea

discarded me to serve early, without a second thought. He had taken me from my sick mother, leaving me to fend for myself in a world that felt so cold and unwelcom

rtun

know that. I wi

utterly unworthy. As their son, you have no choice but

artache, each word heavy with emotion, but I felt no pity for him-only

ns that only served to torture me, leaving m