Novels by Essi nuel

Xefia’s pov:My mouth dropped to my feet, agape and in surprise. I found it adversely hard to mutter up any prayer, I was too stunned and scared to conjure up any thoughts other than, what’s going to happen to me.The older man dragged me through the stoned hall of the Lycan palace as he led me to his king. “Where are we going?” I asked as I took one a sharp peek behind my shoulder and forward to peer at him.He didn’t answer, rather he muttered in a rasped tone. “Keep walking.” And I did. I followed, unable to keep my fear from rising.After a moment of walking up a winding hall, I was pulled into a grand throne room.The person before me wore a long tunic garment, one that stretched against his broad shoulder and though there was a respectable distance between us one look from him made me feel like I was slammed against the grand wall of the Lycan territory.I was in Lycan territory.That sudden realization made me force a lump down my throat.“Your highness, king Maelor,” the older

Xefia's pov:“Please,” I scrambled to my knees, looking at each of their faces. One with a jagged scar across his face made me the most scared. His sneer was like he was seconds away from ripping me apart. “Please…just allow me to leave…please.. I swear on my life that I will not cause any trouble.”As I begged, I rubbed my hand pleadingly against one another, hoping my pleas would somehow cut through their hard rocked hearts. The one with a tattoo peeking through his neck smirked to my horror.However, it seemed as though they revelled in the fear that rolled off of me. Crawling on my knees, I took one by the foot as I begged, “please just let me go. I’m no one and I will remain that. Please, I’m begging you——“My words hitched in my throat when the one with a jagged scar across his face yanked me by the head and pulled me up. It was as though my scalp was about to explode from the pain.He held me to meet his eye level with only my hair before he struck me hard over my face. My face

Xefia’s pov:I froze in shock, crumbled on the ground as his rejection resonated inside me like it was coming from a different amplifier in my body.“What a joke,” someone said from behind me.“Did she really think the alpha would take her as his mate? As if,” another said, followed by a mocking laughter, filled with mirth.“And she’s nothing but an omega,” one moved to kick me on the ground. And then laughter rippled in the air as another foot latched on my stomach and then multiple feet were on me all at once. I did nothing to block the assault, this pain was better than the pain in my chest.I tried to process what just happened as they kicked at me and cheered on. Something slimy rolled down my face as someone spat on me.Was I too naive?Was I a fool to want something more?To hope?“For her to even think she deserves the alpha is outrageous!” I recognized the voice as Syrah’s friend. “She shouldn’t be here!”“Who even allowed her here?!” Demanded another. I drowned out their voi

Xefia’s pov:“Fuck…” Alpha Ryker grunted as he thrust into me, his claws digging mercilessly into my flesh, and drawing blood. I bit back a whimper, trying not to let the pain show, but each thrust hit harder than the last, pushing me closer to breaking.I clenched tight, reminding myself this was what a mate did. My job was to satisfy him, no matter what. Because if I didn’t, he might just look elsewhere before finally claiming me as his mate. The thought alone twisted my gut.I clenched my teeth, closing my eyes as he began to thrust faster into me until he let out a loud moan.Seconds later, he rolled off my body and roughly shoved me away.“You may leave.” He ordered coldly.I hesitated, “Can I —”“You this filthy omega! Are you suddenly deaf? Leave my chambers now” he shot at me.I froze.It was always this same cold routine. No matter how often I'd told myself to get used to it, I still felt miserable about it. My heart shattered into a million pieces whenever he treated me like