Novels by Alyssa Hilder

The loud clang of the door echoed through the small corridor, shaking my bones. I stayed still - on all fours with the flickering of candlelight warping the edge of my vision.I didn’t move - I couldn’t. My palms and knees stung from crawling on the cold stone floor, and my body trembled with aftershocks from the pain. The collar - the cold, dead weight around my neck - anchored me, digging into my collar bone with each shallow breath. The words I read earlier flashed through my mind.Property of Alpha Cain.The words, hanging solid around me, may as well have been carved into my skin, like the crescent of flesh on my shoulder where his teeth had broken through. My back burned from the lashings, and my ass hurt twice as bad. But neither compared to the pain in my pussy. Raw and torn from the assault. He took me, used me, with zero thought of my suffering.No, that was wrong. He thought of my suffering plenty. The very existence of my pain, my humiliation, seemed to be the source of m

“Good,” he said before pulling the weights of my breasts. I let out a sharp breath as the clamps pinched me and the blood rushed back. My Master loosened the strap around my head and neck and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. He then made his way down my body, loosening the straps until I was no longer restrained. “I want you to kneel, resting your bottom on your heels.”“Yes, Master,” I said and quickly stumbled off the bench and into the position, wincing through the pain still radiating in my body. He put the tip of his shoe between my knees and moved it back and forth. “Spread them,” he demanded. I did as he asked, moving my legs apart, leaving myself feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Perfect,” he said once I knelt with my legs uncomfortably wide. “Fold your arms behind your back, keep your posture straight, and look at me.” I tried to keep a straight face as my folded arms made contact with my bruised and beaten back. The position left me open, with my breasts thrust out bef

I looked up and saw him standing next to a wooden bench-like structure. I started to get up before he snapped, “When did I give you permission to stand?”“You didn’t, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” I managed, choosing my words carefully to avoid further pain. Feeling the heat burn to my face in humiliation, I started crawling over to him. When I reached him, he grabbed my hair, forcing me up and over the narrow bench. The beam on the bench ran between my legs and up the centre of my torso, between my breasts, and to my head, which was forced into it. I watched as the Alpha selected a few leather straps and proceeded to strap my ankles to both of the legs of the bench, spreading them open. He did the same with my wrists before selecting two larger straps, then securing my waist and neck to the bench. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, off my face, before roughly tying it up, before twisting my head, and applying one final strap around my forehead, pushing my cheek, still stinging from

Miss Clearway’s words echoed in my head as to carefully pulled the shift over my head. He does not tolerate delay or hesitation. I stood before him, naked, my shift clung awkwardly in my fist. I tried desperately to slow my breathing.“Lay the shift on the bed, then stand back where you are, arms folded behind your back. Do you understand?” his voice was cold and commanding.“Yes… Alpha,” I stammered. In three quick strides, he closed the gap between us and, before I even saw it coming, a slap landed hard across my face, knocking me to the ground. The taste of blood laced my lips as I fought back tears.“Stand!” his voice boomed. I stumbled to my feet, fixing my eyes firmly to the ground. “I am not your Alpha. I am the Alpha of the Knight Moon Pack and its members. You are not a member of the pack. You are my Athena, my slave. I am your Master, and you will address me as such.”“Sorry… Master,” my voice shook, barely above a whisper.“I believe I gave you an order.” His voice was firm

The room was quiet after Clearway and Waters left, their final words lingering like a weight: half five. Less than an hour until I was taken to him. I sat with a plate that had been brought, staring down at the dull arrangement of bread, vegetables, and thin slices of meat. It filled my stomach, but there was no pleasure in it. It was fuel, nothing more. I forced myself to chew, each bite like swallowing stones.When the plate was empty, I drifted toward the windows, the only relief in this room - two narrow, gothic slits carved into the wall beside the bed. They were too high and too thin to climb through, but they let in enough light to paint the room in fading strokes of gold.From here, hidden above the grand entryway, I could watch the comings and goings below - though I wasn’t supposed to. Curiosity outweighed fear, just this once.That’s when I saw her.She stepped through the gates like she belonged not just to this house, but to the very earth it was built on. Her stride was

The door closed softly behind me, the click echoing too loudly in the tiled room. I stood there, dripping on the floor, hair plastered against my face and shoulders, the thin linen clinging damp and heavy to my skin. The scent of roses hung in the air, thick and sweet, curling into my nose until it almost made me dizzy. Steam clouded the mirrors, softening the edges of everything, as though the room itself were trying to hide me from what came next.The bath waited in the center, deep and brimming with water so hot the surface trembled. I’d been cold for so long - my toes numb from the mud, my hands raw from the rain - that the warmth felt like it belonged to someone else. My body ached to sink into it, but my mind held me at a distance, rooted to the threshold.Miss Clearway’s voice lingered in my head, gentle but unyielding: Wash yourself properly. You’ll be seen soon enough, and appearances matter here. Miss Waters had said nothing, only watched with eyes that softened in pity but