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Introduction
«Bueno, eso salió por la culata. Intentaba ponerte en algo que distrajera menos, pero tu cuerpo
no quiere ser corporativo». Rápidamente se cubrió el pecho, con las mejillas enrojecidas.
«¿Qué quieres?» Dijo que hacía todo lo posible por parecer enojada.
«No... supongo que no, quizás por eso te eligieron para ser mi esposa».
Alarico, es conocido por su propensión a beber sangre, alimentarse de energía sexual y participar
en formas sádicas de tortura tanto para la gratificación sexual como para el tormento bárbaro. Su esencia misma es
una mezcla de todas las cosas. Angélico, demoníaco, vampírico...
Como famosa novelista, las historias oscuras de Eva son veneradas en todo el mundo. Para ella, sin embargo, le sirven
como un escape de su matrimonio abusivo. Con el bloqueo del escritor y los ataques de pánico, no puede
escribe cualquier otra cosa. Hasta que encuentre un libro titulado «Something Wicked» con un extracto sobre
alguien llamado Alaric. y una cita en la que se dice que ella es la autora. Quiere que Alaric mate a su marido
en el libro.
(MADURO) (ROMANCE OSCURO) (VAMPÍRICO) *Advertencia: Esta historia trata sobre la violencia doméstica y puede ser desencadenante para algunos. *
Chapter 1
*Nota del autor: Este libro aún no ha sido editado.
Alaric miró el sol, cubriéndose los ojos color avellana. Era temprano y hacía calor, dos cosas que odiaba más que nada. Tomando una larga calada de su cigarrillo antes de tirarlo al suelo, frunció los labios con desdén ante la idea de su próxima reunión. Si Raien lo había convocado, solo había una razón: finalmente recibiría su asignación. El zumbido rápido de la plaza del pueblo parecía intensificar su resaca, y se frotó la frente tratando de aliviar la tensión.
—¿De fiesta toda la noche otra vez?
Se giró y sonrió diabólicamente a Raien. —Añade un poco de fornicación a eso y prácticamente has resumido mi noche. Raien suspiró y lo miró con desdén, haciendo que Alaric sonriera aún más. —No me mires así, Raien. Haces lo que quieres cuando has caído en desgracia con papá.
—¿Y eso no te molesta en absoluto? Tu hermano puede que no esté en su favor, pero al menos le dio el Infierno para gobernar.
Alaric lo desestimó con un gesto. —¿Por qué estoy aquí? —Girando a Alaric, Raien señaló con su largo dedo a una mujer.
Alaric la evaluó, decidiendo que era hermosa. El sol besaba su piel bronceada mientras se movía rápidamente por la plaza. Le gustaba cómo se había cortado el cabello, aunque constantemente jugaba con él. Sus labios llenos solo llevaban brillo transparente, nada exagerado pero aún así muy atractivo.
—Raien... por mucho que aprecie que me elijas el almuerzo, soy muy capaz de seleccionar mis propias comidas.
—Siempre con el sarcasmo, ¿eh? Pues ríete de esto, esa es tu nueva asignación.
Alaric miró a la mujer, observándola agacharse para darle cambio a un hombre sin hogar. —Uf... es una buena samaritana, no me interesa.
Raien lo miró con desaprobación. —No tienes opción en el asunto. Si quieres recuperar tus alas, la ayudarás.
Alaric resopló ruidosamente. Desde que su padre le cortó las alas, había estado en la Tierra esperando su asignación. Aun así, estaba irritado; la chica buena frente a él no era lo que necesariamente buscaba cuando hizo su promesa para ser perdonado. Se pasó los dedos por el cabello.
—¿Por qué tiene que ser ella?
—Porque fue a ella a quien prometiste proteger, ¿o también olvidaste eso? Una promesa de proteger a la niña cuyos padres murieron por tu culpa.
La espalda de Alaric se tensó mientras sus ojos seguían clavados en la mujer. —¿Estás seguro de que es ella? —Su rostro se endureció. Era el único tema que odiaba discutir. La verdadera razón de su exilio, la verdadera razón por la que perdió sus alas.
—Sí, qué apropiado que estés destinado a...
Alaric se atragantó con su saliva. La ira y el shock trabajaron simultáneamente para crear una tormenta en sus ojos. —¡¿Qué demonios acabas de decir?!
Raien sabía que esto no sería fácil. —Tu padre no cree que mantendrás tu palabra a menos que te veas obligado a través de una conexión.
Alaric siseó, —Soy muy capaz de mantener mi palabra sin que me OBLIGUEN a casarme con alguien. —Era tan típico de todos ellos. Usar el amor como manipulación pero castigar a otros que hacían lo mismo.
Un hombre grande y corpulento se acercó a la mujer y colocó su enorme mano alrededor de su cintura. El oro de su anillo de bodas llamó la atención de Alaric y su sonrisa diabólica regresó. —Parece que tú y el querido papá calcularon mal, la buena samaritana ya está tomada —dijo señalando a la pareja.
Puede que no la conociera, pero sí conocía a las personas. Sabía que ella no era del tipo que se relacionaría con hombres ya casados. Metió las manos en su larga chaqueta de cuero y esperó la respuesta de Raien. En lugar de decir algo, Raien asintió con la cabeza hacia ellos de nuevo. Alaric la vio hacer una mueca antes de intentar liberarse de la mano del gran humano. El hombre la jaló bruscamente antes de susurrarle algo agresivamente al oído. El miedo se reflejaba en su rostro, y ella jugueteaba con el anillo en su dedo mientras miraba hacia sus zapatos. Alaric sintió que su sangre hervía y dio un paso adelante, pero Raien colocó su mano en su pecho.
—Tranquilo —murmuró mientras Alaric resoplaba.
—Maldito imbécil.
Raien arqueó una ceja. —¿Qué te importa?
A Alaric no le gustó lo que estaba insinuando. Metiendo las manos en los bolsillos, le dio la espalda a la escena. —No me importa —le espetó a Raien antes de desaparecer entre la multitud.
Eva se quitó la chaqueta y colocó las manos en la parte baja de su espalda. Hizo una mueca, segura de que Charles le había dejado otro moretón. Sentándose con cuidado en su silla, hizo clic sin rumbo fijo en los correos electrónicos frente a ella. Correos de fans y reporteros, todos queriendo saber cuándo se publicaría su próximo libro. Apoyó la cabeza en el escritorio y gimió en voz alta. El bloqueo del escritor la estaba derrotando, y su trabajo estaba sufriendo.
«Solo necesito una idea más, luego tendré suficiente dinero ahorrado para escapar».
Miró el sol mientras se colaba por la ventana de su oficina. Sus ojos recorrieron el amplio espacio, deteniéndose en su estantería. De pie, se acercó al mueble y hojeó las diversas selecciones. Las tapas duras de muchos libros lentamente le devolvían la alegría. Eva amaba los libros más que nada. Era la razón por la que se dedicó a escribir. Una forma de escapar de las pruebas y tribulaciones de su vida de las que, en ese momento, no podía escapar en la realidad. Fueron estos mismos libros los que la ayudaron a sobrellevar cuando Charles levantaba la mano y la golpeaba, el olor de estas páginas que calmaba su alma mientras escondía su labio partido. Sus manos temblaban mientras intentaba tocar sus propios libros que también estaban en la estantería. Los llamaban Best Sellers, y sin embargo, sentía que no era más que una mentira. Para muchos, era considerada famosa, pero para ella, estaba atrapada. El colibrí enjaulado había sido golpeado hasta que ya no podía cantar.
Sus dedos temblorosos tocaron el último libro que había escrito. Había sido su favorito. Un romance oscuro sobre un íncubo que se reencuentra con su esposa, a quien creía muerta. Pasó los dedos por las letras grabadas del título, antes de devolverlo lentamente a la estantería. —Ya no me permiten escribir sobre esas cosas —murmuró para sí misma. Charles lo había dejado muy claro. Girando, se dirigió lentamente de regreso a su escritorio, antes de escuchar un libro caer. Con una ceja levantada, regresó a la estantería y se agachó para recoger el libro. Lo estudió con confusión.
—¿De dónde demonios salió esto?
La cubierta negra contrastaba perfectamente con la suavidad del hombre en ella. Sus ojos color avellana parecían atravesarla, enviándole un escalofrío por la columna. Sus manos sostenían una rosa ensangrentada, contra su rostro cincelado. Nunca había visto a alguien que pareciera tan malvado y sensual al mismo tiempo. Decidiendo que no le gustaba la sensación que le provocaba la imagen, abrió el libro para echar un vistazo. Al leer las primeras líneas, cada palabra parecía dibujarse en sus labios.
Alaric es, con mucho, el hijo más problemático de su padre. Creado para gobernar los cielos, sus alas una vez blancas se ennegrecieron a medida que se formaba su verdadera naturaleza. Es conocido por su propensión a beber sangre, alimentarse de energía sexual y participar en formas sádicas de tortura tanto para la gratificación sexual como para el tormento bárbaro. A menudo confundido con su hermano, en realidad es el mayor, el más poderoso. Su esencia misma es una mezcla de todas las cosas. Angélico, demoníaco, vampírico... no hay una etiqueta correcta para explicar lo que es, aunque para la mayoría se le conoce simplemente como... Algo Malvado.
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Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence