“Mine” I growled lowly as I inserted my finger. I want to make this last. She was warm and moist, her skin soft and inviting. She put her arm over my back, digging her nails into my skin, she pulled me down so that my body was on top of her. “More” she whispered biting onto my earlobe. She tugged at my boxers pulling them down over my ass, I slid them down my legs to my ankles and kicked them off. My throbbing erection was pressed against her dripping s*x. I kissed her mouth rough and fast, taking her tongue in my mouth and giving her mine. “Are you ready?” I whispered... *** Zelena spent her life as a punching bag—for her father’s fists, for her classmates’ cruelty. Survival was her only purpose… until he walked in. Gunner is everything she shouldn’t dare to want: towering, devastatingly handsome, with piercing blue eyes that strip away her defenses. He shouldn’t have noticed her—a shadow in a world that had long since discarded her. Yet he sees her. Truly sees her. But why? Why would a man like him risk everything to shield her from the darkness? As their connection deepens, Zelena uncovers a terrifying truth—one that forces her to question not just Gunner’s motives, but the very essence of what she is…" WARNING ********** This title includes scenes of abuse, extreme violence, mutilation, bullying, torture, death and sexual activities. **********************************
Lihat lebih banyakZelena.
I lifted my head slightly as the cool breeze brushed against my neck. My long raven hair waved gently with the breeze. It was a glorious morning, the air was still fresh and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The sun felt warm on my face as it struggled to shine through the trees. There is something about being outside alone that I have always loved. Most people around here are afraid of the forest, they don’t go near it. Me on the other hand, I love the forest. The sound of the wind in the trees, the feel of fresh air on my skin, and the faint smell of salt water. It makes me feel like, I don’t know, free, I guess. I relish the time I get to spend outdoors, however short it is.
I live in a little fishing town in the far north of Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, population of around two thousand people. The town's inhabitants are spread roughly twenty kilometres along the coast, there's the sea on one side, and a thick forest on the other. We’re a little isolated, but that’s how the locals like it. People in this town have lived here for generations, they never leave, and the ones who are lucky enough to get out, they don’t come back. The little town has all the basic necessities and people can usually find what they need in one of the few small stores. For what they can’t get, they make the trip to one of the bigger cities, if you can even call them that. Not that I have ever been, I have never left the island.
This short walk through the trees each day on my way to school was my only solace in my otherwise hellish existence. I would take short steps, slow, delayed steps, as if to make each passing second in the open air last longer. There are only a few weeks left of my last year of school and although every second of the last twelve years has been hell on earth, I shudder to think what will happen when it’s all over.
As I got to the black cast iron gates of the school, my small sense of freedom withered away. I looked at the dark brick walls and small windows and sighed, it was a prison. I pulled my hood up over my face, put my head down, and made my way to the entrance. I pushed the heavy door open and puffed out a breath of relief, at least the hall was still empty. The majority of the other students were still in the car park, standing around and chatting with their friends until the bell rings. But not me, I prefer to go straight to my locker, shove my bag inside, and wait at the door of my first class. If I get there before the halls fill up, I can usually avoid most of the morning abuse. Watching the kids marching through the hallways, I often let my mind wander a little, thinking about what it could be like to have friends to stand around and chat with. It would probably be nice to have at least one friend in this shithole.
I lingered at my locker this morning, recounting the events of last night's beating. I closed my eyes and listened to my body. The parts of my shirt that stuck to the raw lashes on my back stung with each slight movement. The broken skin felt hot and tight under my clothes. The gash on my forehead was still throbbing, causing a headache to spread from my hairline and down to behind my ear. I did my best to cover it with makeup, but the foundation burned when I tried to rub it into the open wound. So, I stuck a band-aid over it instead. The band-aid was plain skin colour anyway, so it should blend in with my face okay. My dark, messy hair could sit across most of my face and my hoodie would cover the rest.
I suddenly became aware of the increased noise in the hallway behind me. The other kids had started coming in. Damn it. I quickly closed my locker, bowed my head, and started down the hallway to my first class. I quickly turned the corner and smashed face first into something hard. I fell backward into the middle of the hallway, dropping my books as I tried to catch myself. The hall fell silent as I lay on my aching back, sprawled out on the floor. I clenched my eyes together, the pain spewing from my wounds was almost enough to make me gag.
“What a loser” I heard Demi snicker as she burst out laughing. the rest of the people in the hallway quickly joined in. I scurried onto my hands and knees, trying to gather my belongings in order to make my escape.
I reached for my notebook, but it wasn’t on the ground anymore. As I looked around for it, I froze. He was crouched down in front of me, his knees showing through his dark ripped jeans. I felt like I could feel the warmth radiating off him. He was not two feet away from me. I could smell him, his sweet sweat smelled like the air on a hot summer day. I breathed him in. Who is this?
“Sorry, is this yours?” he asked as he held out his arm with my book in his hand. His voice was soothing and velvety, smooth with a low rumble to it.
I snatched my book from his grip and began to stand up. I felt his big hands grab my shoulders and pull me upwards. The shock of his touch sent me falling back to the ground. I closed my eyes tight, turned my head into my arm, and waited for him to hit me. The laughter in the hallway erupted again.
“Whoa” the mystery boy gasped as I cowered from him.
“She’s such a fucking freak” Demi cackled.
The pain I expected never came, he didn’t hit me, no one did. I peered out from under my hoodie as a tear rolled down my cheek. He had taken a step back, holding out his arms to pull with him the other kids who had gathered around to laugh at me.
I sat there for a moment on the cold floor, taking in this boy. I had never seen him at school before. His dark brown boots were unlaced and very worn in, his ripped jeans hugged his hips. He had on a faded grey t-shirt with a red W printed on it. It hung loosely over his belt but clung to his muscular chest. He was tall. Very tall. He stood high above all of the other students behind him. I examined his arms which were still outstretched beside him. His sleeves hugged his bulging biceps. I looked at his face, his jaw was smooth and strong, his pink lips pursed together. His dark sandy blonde hair sat perfectly atop his head, short on the sides and long on the top. His bright blue eyes were staring at me with a frightening intensity. He was mesmerising, something of an ancient Greek God. Butterflies burst into my stomach and danced around. I began to feel hot and nervous as I looked at this beautiful being. Wow. He tilted his head slightly to the side and examined me. Shit! He could tell I was looking at him. I jumped up from the ground and ran, ducking my way through the crowd of laughing teens.
Zelena.As soon as I entered the the house, the smell of food hit me like a ton of bricks, and my stomach grumbled with enthusiasm. Tobias laughed beside me with a slight shake of his head.“Anyone would think that you’re still pregnant.” he scoffed and headed into the kitchen, with me close on his heels. Roe was busy behind the counter with another she-wolf. I recognise her, Amy, she works in the kitchen during special occasions and guest visits. Really any time that cooking requires extra hands. Not sure what special occasion calls for help this morning though.“Smells good, Roe” I cooed with my nose in the air.“Thank you, Darling, grab yourself a plate and dig in” she said with a wave.“Good morning, Amy” I said with a smile. She seemed surprised that I remembered her name, and answered me with a quick low bow.“Hello Luna” she said from her bowed position.“What’s going on, why the big cook up?” I asked and took a plate and handed it to Tobias, then took one for myself. I began f
Zelena.Tobias and I ran for hours, well after the sunrise, and long past the point where the morning air felt crisp and fresh and had turned warm and steamy. I got the scent of a stream off in the distance and ran toward it. I didn’t hesitate and walked straight into the running water. I plopped down and let the stream flow around me, rushing over my tired legs and silky fur. I lapped at it as it flowed past. Tobias dropped his massive hulk like body down on the water's edge, he was panting with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. It was amusing to see such a large terrifying creature with a dopy look on its face. Tobias caught my staring and lifted his head, sucking his tongue back into his mouth.What?He flashed, with his black wolf eyes glaring at me. I chuckled, if a wolf even can chuckle.Nothing, you just look adorableI am not adorableYou are. Just like a fluffy little black cloudTobias stood up and took up a stance like he was going to attack. Head low, front paw
Zelena.I could feel my body shaking and the anger burning through my bones, making them stretch and twist with the need to change. I haven’t been able to change into my wolf since I fell pregnant. But now that the twins were here, I've been feeling the itch to change crawling incessantly under my skin.“It’s not that. I am happy. I love them, both of them. There are just things that you don’t understand” she cried desperately, trying to reach for me.“Then make me understand! Explain it to me!” I yelled. The front door burst open, and Tobias stood there with the small blue blanket in his arm. Roe stormed out from behind Tobias and glared at Lunaya. She stomped over and carefully took G. from my shaking hands.“What are you doing here? Haven't you upset her enough already” she hissed at Lunaya.“Please, let me explain. I need to tell you the truth” she pleaded and stepped closer towards me. I held up my hand to stop her, just as the bone snapped out to the side. I winced and scrunched
Zelena.I decided to go for a walk, hopefully, the movement will lull G. back to sleep. I did a few laps of the hallway, and although the screaming stopped, she still kicked and punched her little limbs vigorously. I headed downstairs to grab myself a cool drink. The house was silent, everyone lost in peaceful sleep, or at least I hoped they were, and G. hadn’t woken everyone.Once in the kitchen, I was drinking from my glass of crisp cold water, when I saw movement through the window on the porch outside. I looked at the clock on the wall, 4:47 am. Not too early for warriors and hunters to be moving around, but they never come to the house this early. I held G. closer to my chest and tried to peer out the window. My body was swarming with worry and protectiveness. It tickled and buzzed through my veins like electricity. I strained my eyes through the darkness when the figure walked past the window again. I released the breath I was holding and let my worry fade away. I headed for the
Zelena.All those feelings of darkness and loss, the hurt and pain, the emptiness. They were all gone now. All I had to do was look at the beautiful sleeping faces of my babies, and my heart was full. I haven’t named them yet. It doesn’t seem right to do it without Gunner. Though I have some ideas that I'm pretty set on already. In the meantime, I have nicknamed them B. for my sweet little boy, and G. for my very loud little girl. They are both so similar, yet I can already pinpoint their very different characteristics. B. is quiet and rarely cries. He eats like a typical Alpha-son, but he loves to be swaddled and held tight. G. is very vocal about her demands. If she wants something or if something isn’t right, the whole pack, and I'm sure half the town, will hear about it. I think I may have given birth to a Banshee, not a Were. Unlike her brother, G. likes to flail her arms and kick her legs, being swaddled with restricted movement will bring on the apocalypse. Or so she seems to t
Whiskey.Present Day.I stared gobsmacked at the strange creature. I needed to know more. I need to study him, learn, and find out where he got his power. Once I have the answers I need, then I will act. I watched the man closely, day and night, for over a week. He was a creature of habit, doing the same thing each day. He would wake early with the sun, then he’d change into a large silver wolf. Which only leads me to believe my original theory. He is the same as me, an abomination, a created tool of death. After he hunts through the forest for food, he returns to his rock. Once there, he spends the rest of the day in the same meditative state. The black whisps twirled around his fingers before disappearing into the air. What an unusual man.The more I watched him, the more curious I became. I noticed that the numbness was slowly fading. Much to my dismay. I was enjoying the blank nothingness. Emotions make you weak, they cloud your judgment. Being cut off from them was liberating. I
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