Novels by annajemes7

Rea's POVHis words struck through my skull like a spear, sharp and impossible to escape, piercing through every shred of pride in me, leaving me numb with shame.I felt my face burn hotter than a furnace.Not again.What was he aiming at?Would this make him change his mind?Ordering me around in the most sinful ways.Who would have thought that being watched like this could feel completely humiliating?He surely had the act of humiliation embedded in his brain, that he knew the smallest things could get a person."Oh f**k," I mumbled, an inaudible cuss under my breath, as I tossed the towel away slowly.His eyes lit up like a flash of sunlight in a stormy sky. That dark, infuriated gaze disappeared for a fraction of a second, then, almost like it hadn't happened, he locked onto me with a predatory stare again, expression unimpressed.Who would have thought that being watched like this could feel completely humiliating?The dryer was next.I steered onto the next availab

Damien POVI knew turning around was the next thing that comes after she had stripped. So I waited patiently to see it, locking on my sit and taking in the confused, nearly humiliated look in her features. First to drop was the pullover, revealing the true maddening size of her breast. The winter clothes she walked in her with, hasn't done any good to those mad curves. I better stop her from walking around here those before it gets out of hand.I never took in a good view of those t*ts the first day, I only moved with the heat of the moment, rage and desire mingling with my messed up senses. Her scent had me rushing to get a good taste of her skin without thinking of any thing else.I let my gaze trail the contours of those heavy t*ts, teasing the curves of her ribs, and resting there like they knew exactly where they belonged. The pink hue of her n**ples only had me wondering what they'd take like when they are savored in my mouth, not in a hurry, trying to steady my f****ng twi

Rea's POV My hands shook badly the second I touched the digital screen in the glass shower panel to activate it.Having a bath in front of Alpha Damien Remington felt awkward and strangely humiliating. I should probably give up, pick up my clothes, and beg to leave Darkclaws. Maybe agree to Dad's plans about getting men to do the task when I finally get home and speak with Dad. But leaving the pack wasn't optional, just as I was warned. What was I thinking? Alpha Damien Remington would let me take a bow and leave just like that?The look in his eyes said it all; he intended to hunt me and wouldn't stop until he's done unraveling me piece by piece, whether that meant breaking me or consuming me, but in the end, victory must be his.And as a girl raised in a small town, intimacy was only something I've heard about, and orgasm was something I only gave myself, never experienced it from a man. I wasn't used to being watched like this. Being watched while in the shower felt humiliating

Rea's POVLord, please... just this one chance to prove myself, make him trust me enough, and make this journey short, or else Dad would be thinking I must have died—killed by Darkclaw's brutal army or even their alpha.Damien hasn't said a word since he walked out of the bathroom, nor has he even spared a glance at me. He just angled by the dresser, putting on lotions and colognes.I notice that I'd been holding my pants longer than necessary, trying to keep myself grounded and my mind busy and avoid the excessive wild suggestions it gives.Having my hands and legs freely to myself felt indescribably good; the spot where the chains held still throbbed, but at last, my hands and legs were no longer bound in chains. The last twenty hours have been horribly hectic for me, and all I wanted to do was just sink into a chair or a bed and let it carry me, instead of my feet. My weight felt too heavy for my feet alone to carry now, but it was just that; the tall sculpted man who's facing a

Rea’s POVHis predatory stare bore into me, and I gasped shakily, managing to grip the iron bars for support, fingers curling tightly around the cold metal. His footsteps thudded heavily, rattling the entire room until he closed the distance with a slow, dominant stride, a faint smirk playing on his lips, his eyes locked on me.“Up already?” His voice came low—always low and lethal.I looked up at him, nodding slightly, trembling all at once.He had almost outdone himself in the gym. It had been a great performance to watch, but I wished he hadn’t noticed me watching.I felt the flutter in my stomach as he approached, and a fragile thread in my head pushed me to take the chance and do what I wanted. But the look in his eyes unsettled me indefinitely. I convinced myself it wasn’t time for discouragement; I had thought I would never see him again. And if he had taken me outside, that would have happened. My chances of seeing him again would have narrowed, delayed—the very reason I had c

Damien's POVThe space fell silent under the cold night as I watched them bind her hands and feet with those chains.Not enough.A single day wouldn't be enough to make her regret choosing to step into hell on her own. And not just any kind of hell—Darkclaw.Craziest thing I'd seen in years.She was brave, yes. but not as much as I thought. Not as much as she pretended to be. A fragile-looking human with a pretty face had the boldness to walk into Darklcakw to ask for a stupid plant, and she thought I'd ever let her walk free? Or leave with the said plant, much worse after sharing a mate bond with me, unapologetically.She hadn't only invaded my privacy when I never wanted her; she was fighting—deliberately or not—to break my focus. Unknown to her, the mindfulness and discipline I'd built for years cannot be broken down by a mere human. Not while the Remington bloodline still runs in me.I had watched my fathers despise and punish humans for invading and stealing. The fact that