Alpha Kade’s Possession

The first thing I felt when I woke up was excruciating pain in my side. Everything was cold...everywhere was freezing. I tried to open my eyes, but my vision spun with blurry dots behind my eyes as my head throbbed. I looked around, trying to understand where I was. The room was dim, with the only source of light coming from a small lantern on the stone wall that surrounded me.I shivered, instinctively trying to curl myself to generate more heat, only to feel the sharp, painful pull of chains. I panicked immediately, making my eyes snap open completely.I looked down at myself and realized with shock that I was naked with a blanket loosely tossed over me. I tried to shake my head, this had to be a dream… a wicked, vile dream... but the metal cuffs biting into my skin were real. My ankles were shackled to the bedpost, spread just far enough to keep me from moving much. My arms were free, but they were weak and bruised. The spot were the rogue bit me ached, but I will still alive.W

NAYA’s POV I laid down quietly in the dungeon like a forgotten prisoner, thinking about how quickly my life had changed. One minute I was the betas daughter, living my life surrounded by friends and the next minute I watched them all die, and now, I was a prisoner, chained in a cell at my mates pack."You could have just killed me, goddess. You could have simply left me to bleed out, run mad, and die! Why me? Why? What have I ever done to deserve this, really?"The whimpering sound of the dying baby still haunted me, the way the light slowly left his eyes as the rogue sank his teeth into him... the image hurt me more than my present position. I promised to protect him, I promised to keep him safe, all I did was take him away from dying honourable by his mother's side and instead I fed him to a rogue! "Stupid girl!! Stupid, stupid girl!!!" I whispered to myself as I let the first tear I've been holding back slip from my eyes."... You should have left him there! You should have l

Kade’s POVThe bond did not quiet when the dungeon door closed behind me.If anything, it screamed at me to go back. To hold her... To touch her a few minutes more.Naya’s fury pulsed through my veins like poison, clawing at every nerve. I could feel her rage, her grief and her hatred so thick it nearly drowned the thinner, more dangerous emotion beneath it...fear. I knew that feeling well. Not fear of death, but fear of being trapped. Of being owned. Of being made powerless.I knew that fear well, more than she could ever imagine.I forced myself to keep walking, my boots echoing against the stone corridor as I put distance between us. The farther I went, the more violently the bond tugged at my heart, but it never loosened completely. It was now becoming a constant ache now, like a blade lodged beneath my ribs.She would rather die than stay here.She had meant it. I pressed my palm flat against the wall, breathing once, then again, grounding myself. An Alpha who could not mast

Naya’s POVAlpha Kade didn’t knock. Of course he didn’t. I wasn't even surprised... Barbarians always lacked manners anyways.One second I was standing in the middle of the room, still wrapped in the stupidly soft robe they’d given me, trying to convince myself this wasn’t a trap—and the next, the door opened like it belonged to him.Which, I guess, it did.The air shifted the moment he stepped inside. It bothered me that it always did. Like my body knew before my brain caught up. My wolf always stirred in his presence.It made me uneasy, bristling, and I hated that reaction almost as much as I hated him.When he entered the room, his eyes swept the room first. Then they moved towards the bed, the fireplace, the wardrobe, the dresses that filled the large wardrobe, and then they landed on me.“You’re awake,” he said."Idiot..." I whispered under my breath. But from Dorian's chuckle, I knew he heard me too.Proud, pompous, degenerate Alpha!!! No hello. No apology. Just a statement, lik

Naya’s POVThe large room I was put in was too quiet. I still didn't see it as my room. It was too hard to personalize it as mine. It just still felt like a glorified cage.That was the problem.Everything in it was too much. It was either too soft, too clean, or too large, like it was mocking me for every night I’d spent curled up on stone, wondering if I’d wake up alive. The bed alone looked like it could swallow me with its many layers of thick blankets and pillows that smelled faintly of lavender and something warm I couldn’t place, and yet I hadn’t slept.I’d tried. Goddess knew I had tried to sleep. Instead I laid there staring at the ceiling, listening to the crackle of the fireplace, feeling the faint pulse of the mate bond like an itch under my skin that refused to go away.I hated it.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. Sometimes it was not even his face, just his chest, solid and unmovable, the way I’d slammed into him like fate itself had clotheslined me back int