Se connecterSabrina. Faint candles flickered gently in the room, shining, not bright enough to chase away the darkness that enveloped the room, but enough to outline the silhouettes, two figures, perfectly intertwined, dancing in the darkness, to a tune that only they, understood. It was Rhys and me. I was still sitting on his lap, riding on his huge cock....And heavens, I had fantasised about it for almost, my entire life, but the fantasy was nowhere near the reality ..... Rhys was my first love. The man that I had always wanted to give my first to, the whole of me... And while I had waited for that time, before he betrayed me, I had kept myself distracted by thoughts of him taking me, and how it would feel like. Good? Loads and Loads of pleasure? Yes, that's what I had imagined. I had even fantasised about our first night together, candles, scented room, dim lights, pristine white sheets, laden with red roses, arranged meticulously, forming a huge heart shape? Then Rhys would gen
Sabrina. At that point, my whole body was burning. I was so thirsty that it hurt. The ice water felt hot against my skin, for some reason. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was a complete mess. The torture was just unbearable. I clenched my thighs so tightly my bones ached, but it was not helping. I then unclenched them, bit on my bottom lip, so hard that I drew blood, but it was not helping either. I groaned, cursed, and moaned when I gripped tightly on my full breasts, but the relief didn't come. If anything, those clumsy actions only seemed to ignite the fire within.. I dipped a finger inside my flaming wet pussy, and a groan came shortly after. I felt good, but I wanted more. I wanted something huge, big, a stretch, to soothe the ache within. I then dug my claws deep into my thighs, and then came the pain, sharp, biting. The pain brought relief, clarity, even if just for a minute. Blood from my self-inflicted wounds trickled down my thighs, all the
Sabrina. After my conversation with Ivy, the two of us walked to the Pack's diner, and like usual, the Pack's members were more than happy to see their Luna. For a few minutes, we exchanged greetings and some harmless jokes, and for a moment, the heaviness in my heart was forgotten as I got lost in their warmth, the warmth of the shared meals, and the moment. And again, as I took the scene before me, I couldn't help but wonder what it would have looked like if I weren't leaving? If I woke up every day, looking to spend some relaxed moments with the pack's members after a day of work? Well, that wasn't the reality and thinking about it only brought bitterness to me, so, I shook my head to will those memories away before I snuck into the pack's pups quiet corner, a place where, my heart, always, found a strange comfort from. And usual, the little pups were more than happy to see their Luna, and especially, the little Scot, the boy who declared his love for me the last t
Sabrina. " The Alpha King will come for us early the next day. Something happened." Ivy mouthed, dragging me with her, and I had to stop in a moment just to process her words. Initially, I had three days till the royal summons. And now, it was reduced to one? Then there was the urgency in her voice, as if the situation was way worse than she was letting on. That, coupled with the fact that it was the Alpha King who would come to pick us up, of all the people, had dread coiling up in my gut. "You are bleeding out, Sabrina. If we don't get it stitched, it might paralyse your arm!" There was barely controlled anger in Ivy's voice as she warned, and before I could react, she dragged me along.. Yes. The wound was pretty deep, and although my wolf was trying to heal it, it was slow, and the blood was still dripping. By then, my vision was already blurry, and I had no energy left to argue with her, I just allowed her to take me to the hospital. The pack's hospital wasn't l
Sabrina. Rhys wanted me to kneel and apologise to Amery, and the absurdity of it had me laughing, a dry and humourless laughter. Kneeling? If he wanted my life, he should have said so instead of asking me to kneel and apologise to Amery, which was no less than asking me to kill myself, after all.. If anything, taking my own life was easier than going on my knees before Amery. My pride wouldn't allow me, never! At the back of my mind, my wolf was literally bristling, scratching my brains out, begging to be let out. And yeah, I knew the chaos that would ensure if I left her. So, no matter how tempted I was. Despite how much I wished for Ava to cause havoc, I stayed still, holding her at bay. " She doesn't want mere words." My cold and crispy voice cut through the air, and all their eyes were focused on me. " I don't think that kneeling will be sincre enough, either." I spat, sarcasm dripping with my voice and surprise painted their features. " What is that supp
Sabrina. " Amery, Amanda, " I opened my mouth, and yet, I didn't get to finish what I was about to say. Amery interrupted me, her voice all smug, with a cold smirk hanging on her lips.. " An apology is okay." She stated, smiling casually as she admired her well-manicured nails, recently done, the faint red Polish shining subtly against the lights. " But it has to be sincere, right?" She asked before she turned to face Rhys, as if she was asking for his approval. He gave a curt nod, and her smirk widened, a victorious glint glazing her eyes as she steered back to me. I instinctively clenched my fingers, wishing for the pain to keep me grounded, to stop me from doing something I would probably regret. Because all I wanted was to shove my claws into her throat and replace that smile with fear instead. Hell, it wasn't just her that I wanted to kill. I so badly wanted to kill Rhys that I had to glance away from him. Locking gazes with him would have my anger spiralling.
Sabrina. "You have been away from the pack for four years. You might not know this, but we have had similar attacks for the past few years. The rogues are always looking to stir up problems." Rhys informed, taking steady steps towards me, each stride, an echo of composure and control, but with
Sabrina Groans and growls tore through the air, followed by thundering sounds as dead bodies fell. The smell of death, sweat, and despair danced together, permeating through the air, and fear masked their faces as time went by. The tables were turning, and the rogues weren't prepared. From the
Sabrina. In its wolf form, the rogue was menacing, its eyes filled with ruthlessness as our gaze locked. The corners of its greasy lips were dripping with blood, twitching slowly with a hint of victory, and malice as it stared at me. The rogue's claws were bared, aimed at my throat, with ru
Sabrina. He stood right before me, despair and defeat framing his face as he stared at me. It was my father, Warrior Fords. "You have become heartless, Sabrina, just like your mother. That has been my biggest fear for years, actually." His voice was flat, and cold, contempt clouding his eyes a







