Novels by authorelena7

I woke to the sound of distant music.Laughter, strings, and the deep rhythmic beat of ceremonial drums drifted through the closed window, mocking me from the main courtyard.The ceremony. Carleigh’s ceremony had begun.I sat up in bed, my hands trembling with anger. Outside my window, I could see the pack gathering. Colorful banners had been strung up overnight. Flowers lined the pathways. Tables were being set with food and drink.The whole pack was out there celebrating while I rotted in this room.They were making her Luna. She would stand beside Asher, take his hand, and be proclaimed his mate in front of everyone. And I would be here, locked away like a dirty secret, forgotten and discarded.The sound of the music increased. A joyous, triumphant melody that made my stomach churn. I pressed my hands over my ears, but I couldn’t block it out. It was everywhere. It seeped through the walls, through the floor, through my skin.I paced the room like a caged animal. Back and forth. My le

The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur of pain, tension, and stolen comfort.After our emotional conversation, Rhea stayed only a few more minutes, holding me tightly and whispering reassurances before slipping out to avoid suspicion. The hours that followed were some of the hardest. Hunger gnawed at my stomach constantly, making me dizzy and weak. I drifted in and out of uneasy sleep, my body aching from the bruises and the isolation. Every small sound in the house made me flinch, terrified Asher would return and escalate the punishment.But Rhea risked returning twice. The first time, she brought a small bundle of food, two sandwiches, an apple, cheese, and water. She watched with worried eyes as I ate slowly, urging me not to rush. She also gave me a painkiller she had managed to sneak from the cabinet. Her presence was the only comfort I had.Her second visit was brief. She brought more water and simply sat with me, holding my hand in silence. The quiet strength she offered kep

The next morning, I was still curled up in bed, weak and sore, when the door clicked open.Rhea slipped inside quietly, closing the door behind her. Her eyes widened instantly when she saw me—pale, disheveled, and clearly in pain. “Shit.” She rushed over and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me into her arms without a word.“Dylan… what happened?” she whispered, voice full of worry. “Asher told me that he locked you in here and warned me not to come, but of course I had to. Did he… find out about us?”“No… but…” I paused and clung to her tightly, burying my face in her neck as fresh tears burned my eyes. Her familiar scent, soft and comforting, was such a painful contrast to everything Asher had done to me last night. Another man’s hands. Another man’s claim. The memory alone made my skin crawl.“What did he do?” she asked softly, rubbing slow circles on my back.“He caught me trying to go to the bathroom,” I said hoarsely. “He thought I was trying to wash him out of me. Then he sta

Exhaustion eventually pulled me under, but it was a restless sleep. My body ached, my mind kept replaying the events of the night, and Asher’s possessive hold never loosened.Sometime deep in the night, I felt him stir behind me.His hand slid slowly down my stomach, then lower, cupping me possessively between my legs. I woke with a start, still half-asleep, as his fingers lazily stroked through the mess he had left earlier.“Asher…” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep and protest. My body tensed the second I registered the hard line of another man pressed against my back.“Shh,” he whispered against the back of my neck, his breath hot. His cock was already hard again, pressing insistently against my ass. “I told you what would happen.”Before I could fully wake up or push him away, I heard the soft click of the lube bottle. Cool gel smeared between my cheeks, his fingers pushing it inside me roughly, then he lifted my leg slightly and pushed back inside me in one slow, deep thrust. I g

“Get out,” I hissed, my voice hoarse and shaky. “You’ve won, Asher. You proved your point. Now get the hell out of my room.” I glared at him, chest heaving, my body still trembling from everything he had done to me.Asher’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He didn’t move. Instead, he kept me pinned against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside me.“I’m not going anywhere,” he said calmly, almost too calmly. “And neither are you. From now on, you’re not allowed to step out of this room anymore. Everything you need, food, clothes, anything will be brought to you here. You’ve lost the privilege of freedom the moment you let someone else touch what’s mine.”My eyes widened in disbelief and fresh anger.“You can’t be serious,” I snapped, trying to push against his chest even though I knew it was useless. “You’re going to lock me in here like a prisoner? After everything you’ve already taken from me? You’re pathetic, Asher. A coward who has to cage people because he knows he

I barely had time to steady myself before be spun me back to face the wall, one hand still in my hair, the other reaching for the bottle of lube sitting on the shower shelf.“Asher…” I started, my voice hoarse and raw.He cut me off.I heard the click of the cap. Cold gel dripped between my cheeks; his fingers spread it roughly, pushing one slick finger inside me without warning. I jerked, a strangled sound tearing out of my throat.“Relax,” he muttered against my ear, though there was nothing gentle in it. He worked a second finger in, scissoring, stretching me open with more lube. The burn was sharp. My cock twitched traitorously against the tile. “The bond wants this. Your body wants this. Stop pretending you’re above it.”“I don’t..” My voice cracked. “This isn’t what I... fuck..”He pulled his fingers free, slicked his cock generously with more lube, and lined up. The thick head pressed against me. One hard thrust and he buried himself halfway. The stretch tore a broken sound fro

BLAIR'S POVI woke up the next day and checked my e-mails. As expected, I had received one from Gary Kent last night."Hello Blair and David!First of all, thank you both once again for your enthusiasm today at the interviews! I'm sure I chose the right people for the job.As I already explained to you both, I'll expect you to work Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays from 6 P.M to around midnight, but these first few days I'll just be explaining my new collection from top to bottom and go over each piece that I'll want to create, so you'll be leaving earlier.The address of my studio is: 264 Jennings Rd. 5th floor.You don't need to bring any materials with you, only some comfortable clothes you don't mind staining (since you're painters I assume it's your entire closet ahahah).If you have any questions please send me a text. I'll leave my phone number attached (I hate e-mails, they're so formal).Alright, that's all I got for you guys. See you on tomorrow!Take care!PS: If you call me

FELIX'S POV"Blair, we need to talk." I said as I fired up the car engine. The parking lot was empty at that time, so my anxiousness was at bay. However, I was still vigilant. If any faculty member saw me, I wasn't sure if I could give a justifiable reason why a student of mine was in my car at 8 o'clock at night."I think we do." He said softly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.I don't know what took over me in my office, but all I could see was him. He consumed me, body and mind, and even though I was the one in control, ironically, I felt like I had lost it, like I had completely surrendered to my most primal desires. I had been battling with my mind, convincing myself that the attraction I felt for him was nothing serious, that I could easily see him every day and suppress my irrational, damning emotions.For as hard as I tried to stay away, he pulled me in, and I didn't want it to stop.When I sent him the text telling him that I was in my office, deep down I knew what would h

After my response, something sparked in him. Swiftly, he pinned both my hands above my head, taking me by surprise. He looked me in the eyes, his gaze piercing through me."There's probably nobody on this floor at this hour, but I'm not taking any chances. You'll have to be quiet for once, Mr De Montmorency. Do you think you can manage that?"The look of desire on his face made my stomach flip and my knees tremble. With one hand gripping my wrists and the other trailing down my body, I was completely entranced by his beauty. His wild hair, his strong shoulders, his confident hands, his wide chest, all of him was consuming me.His free hand found its way under my trousers. I gasped when he brushed his fingers against my throbbing dick inside my pants."Tell me to stop and I'll stop." He said gently, diving into my neck, kissing my skin.I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Finally having sex with a fellow man.He grazed his middle finger softly over the middle of my pants. I

Blair’s pov.I pulled out my phone as I walked slightly behind the other students who were exiting the building. I opened a new text, excitement taking over my body.BLAIR: I have news. Where are you?Just before I had time to put my phone away, it lit up.DR REYNOLDS: My office.The two-word message was enough to convince me to go there. It felt right to give him the news in person. I also had a strange feeling that he was perhaps behind this: did Dr Reynolds give Mr Kent a hint as to which student to choose? No, he didn't seem like the type of professor who did that, especially given our... complicated stance.One thing I was certain of, our conversation at the museum was a contributing factor to Gary's decision.I headed upstairs to the last floor. I remembered the last time I had been there, when I showed Dr Reynolds my painting. I shuddered, trying to forget how harshly he had treated me.I adjusted my trousers, pulling them up, before I knocked on his office door. He softly said

"Alright everybody," Gary Kent said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "Thanks so much for being here today, I really appreciate it. So, this is how this is gonna work: I'll call you one by one until I've spoken to all of you. I think I'll be able to give you an answer at the end of the interviews, but we'll see. There aren't many of you, so this should be quick."Gary was an interesting guy. When compared to Professor Reynolds, he didn't command the same respect, he didn't talk in an intimidating way or even gave the impression that he was indeed older than us. He looked very jovial, his energy easing everyone. He made us feel like we were just going to have a chat as opposed to a formal interview. I liked that.One by one, the students were called. I sat on the corridor floor, leaning against the wall. The rest of the students that were waiting spoke among themselves, but I chose to use that waiting time to set up an account on a private tutoring website. I had thought a

BLAIR’S POVI woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, which was odd given what had happened the day before between Dr Reynolds and I. Maybe the conversation we had at the gate put me at ease, and the text we shared that night only made me realize that maybe what we had done wasn't that bad. After all, he didn't seem mad or distant. He was quite the opposite actually.But the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if there was something about him that explained his composure. I think it's probably because he’s gay, and he’s used to to kissing fellow men.When I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, I decided I'd put a little more effort into my appearance. I opted for fitted dark jeans and a crisp button-down shirt which I tucked in. I styled my hair neatly and applied cologne.After making a quick breakfast, I headed out the door, eager to get to Dr Reynolds' class. I had done all the readings and was feeling strangely confident.Maybe it was the text we share