Yeserai Stone의 작품

~AMARA~ Pedro wants to cleave my head from my body. That much is clear from the glare he sends in my direction every five seconds. I stand at the far corner of the kitchen, where he'd warned me to stay put a few minutes ago, hugging myself with shaky limbs as I struggle to stay upright. Teeth chattering as I fear what might become of me under such hostile scrutiny. My eyes drifted to the kitchen door every now and then, foolishly hoping Kairox would walk in and drag me back out. I knew now he wouldn't kill me...I wasn't sure about Pedro. There were four people in the industrial kitchen, Pedro included. He worked by the stove while the rest of the men glanced in my direction with curiosity and vague amusement twinkling in their gazes. These men looked like the type of uncultured my father would warn me away from. One of them was bald, with a snake tattoo that covered every inch of his naked scalp, the second looked to be my age with blue hair that seemed to glow in the darkest par

~AMARA~I hate the way I can feel his gaze on my skin; I hate how my torment is a source of amusement to him. He drags me through unfamiliar hallways of what seems to be an aged, not so well taken care of mansion, like a dog on a leash.The walls are a faded gold and gray color, what should have been golden threads woven into the walls to beautify is a murky brown, covered in dust. Old rusted chandeliers hang above our heads, squeaking with each wind as though they will fall on our heads at any second. At first glance I can tell, this mansion has been standing for at least a century, judging from the outdated yet meaningful décor.Is this where he lives?Kairox, the king of rogues whose only life goal is to destroy and plunder…then where has all the money he's stolen gone?I follow him, like said dog because I can't bring myself to do anything else. It is the collar, or is it his scent?His entirety has this pull that makes me feel strange, makes me go quiet even though I have thousan

~KAIROX~Fragile. That was the first word that came to mind when I saw her broken body on the side of that road. She was a fragile looking thing that wasn't aware of what her father's decision had brought down on her. Sending her over to Jerome as an exchange for a piece of my territory, territory that shouldn't belong to anyone but the rogues. And they expected me to sit back, do nothing, while Jerome wets his cock and has a bunch of babies with this little woman.It would have been such a fucking nuisance, having more people to kill when the current number works just fine for me. So I decided, before any nasty babies would be up and about, I would just kill the source. Then my wolf who had been silent for weeks woke with a hunger that nearly brought me to my knees. I'd found my mate, in the most unlikely of people. A weak woman that was barely a wolf from her scent. Her scent. Goddess. Her scent was the strongest thing I've ever had the pleasure of inhaling, flowers and fru

~AMARA~The door wouldn't budge, no matter how much I pulled on the door handle.The dark tinted windows were sealed shut also, locked from the outside—somehow—and after over an hour of trying, I was left a sweat-soaked mess.I didn't have the strength to rip the door from the hinges.I was practically human, except for one tiny part.I have a mate.Even now, without him in the room, I could feel it. Something newly awakened in me, a burning sensation that seemed to coil around every inch of me, searing deep into my soul, making me ache, making me crave things I didn't understand.My body didn't feel like mine.Finding your fated mate is a rarity, one that is always celebrated lavishly amongst the wolves and shifters alike. It meant we were following the exact will of the gods; it meant they had great plans for us.Yet, I was mortified.Kairox?A man whose last name no one knew or where he came from. The only thing I know about him is the fact that he managed to tame rogues. Being a r

My mother was human; her match with my father was one that defied many odds, but it upset my father greatly when I came of age and didn't shift. What upset him even more was when the pack's seer had said I was more inclined to my human side and I had no beast residing in me like everyone else in my family did.I wasn't as strong as they were, I wasn't as fast, and most importantly, I didn't heal as fast as they did.I woke to the ache first. Eyes burning from smoke and tears I didn't even realize had been shed.I looked down with blurry vision, my eyes struggling to see my body's current state.A dull, relentless throb under my skin, a hundred tiny stings where glass had sunk into me. My throat tasted like smoke. I was in a loose white dress I didn't remember putting on. Someone had bound my arms with clean strips of bandages, neat and tight.I wasn't in my room. I was not on my bed.Then it all came rushing back—metal shrieking, cars blooming into flame, the roar in my ears——and hi

~AMARA~The car ride was silent, and the silence was stifling. I shuffled in my seat, restless, fingers fidgeting, eyes darting out the window more times than I could count.My nerves had gotten the best of me, and all that remained was the fear that I wouldn't be good enough.The road stretched before us—long and unfamiliar, lined with trees that arched like watchers over the path.I’d never been anywhere outside Redthorn Pack since I was a child, and I had half imagined it would practically burst with excitement the second I left.I’d expected to feel more excitement, more joy. After all, this was supposed to be the moment everything I’d ever wanted began.But instead, a strange silence settled inside the car, heavy and unnatural.The driver hadn’t spoken a word since we left. Not a single glance back, no polite attempt at conversation. His scent was unfamiliar—not the earthy musk of pack members I grew up around, nor the clean, dignified aroma I’d imagined would belong to Jerome’s