LILA'S POV Tell me about a five-star hotel, and I'll tell you never to miss the decor... the luxury... Fuck. This was more than I could explain. An hour ago, a Lamborghini Aventador had pulled up to my house before I even had time to prepare. Two men in black suits, dark glasses, and well-polished shoes stepped outside as they headed for my door. I identified one to be Nicklaus immediately after he pulled off his glasses. His words were crisp and short. "The Alpha said we should do the courtesy of bringing you to the event." I glanced back at the car, disappointment etching my face at the fact that Rafael wasn't there. Instead, he had sent his... I didn't want to use any word. But hell, had I been disappointed. Nicklaus, without another word, led me inside the elegant five-star hotel. The event was a private gathering. Business associates and, of course, Mafia heads. I should've known tonight would be another game. Another punishment. The moment I stepped into the dining hal
LILA POV Have you ever felt like the world should crash on you, and you should be suddenly gone? That's how I feel right now. I feel less of myself. Maybe it's the overwhelming urge to spike Rafael's drink with enough wolfsbane to end him. If he dies, my torture ends, right? What would he think, knowing his mother killed his father? Would he hate me? Would I become worse than the monster that birthed me? I shake the thought away, gripping the steering wheel tighter as I drive home. Driving back home, with Rafael's leash-his sick, humiliating symbol of ownership-rests against my neck like a damn noose. I hate the way it clings to me, a cruel reminder of everything he's taken. But I don't dare take it off. Not unless I want to deal with his punishment. This had become a ritual since Rafael happened. Driving and being lost in thought. The wind blowing into my face calmed me a bit. I needed to visit the hospital again-after closing hours, that's majorly where I return to, hovering o
LILA'S POV My gaze stays locked on the floor as men in dark suits stride through the door, my heart thudding heavily.My face burns with humiliation. Every set of eyes skims over me, dissecting, assessing like I'm nothing but an object. A plaything for their entertainment. A pet trained to obey. A toy. The men all give slight bows as they take their seats, their conversations clipped and businesslike, but my attention isn't on them. It's on him. Rafael. Seated like a fucking king at the head of the table, with his usual unreadable expression. His posture relaxed. His fingers lazily rotating the sleek black remote between them. The remote. Shit. A slow, dreadful realization seeps into my bones. My thighs clench on instinct, but it doesn't matter. Nothing I do matters-because the moment he decides to press that button, I am at his mercy. I can already feel the thick, rounded end of the vibrator pressing inside me, its shape mimicking the sensation of a real cock, buried deep, pe
LILA'S POV Eyes so cold peered into mine, my heart beating erratically, so hard it rattled my ribs. "I'm his," the words, the claim. The dominance had me confused. One minute, he is acting all charming like my knight in shining armor dealing with Shaun for slapping me. Like I was something worth protecting. The next, he's back acting all vicious and brutal, a predator playing with his prey.My lashes flutters staring into his eyes. His looks were different. Cold?Yes. Dark? Absolutely. But hate? No. That had been replaced by something else. Something I couldn't name, something that sent a shiver down my spine.A knock at the door made me jolt. I turned instinctively, my gaze shifting away.Before I could react, he yanked me up, his fingers hooking into the collar around my neck. A breath hitched in my throat as he pulled me forward, forcing me down onto his lap. Like a pet. Like I was nothing but a possession.Heat flared across my cheeks-fuck. Someone was about to walk through th
Lila's POVOne second, Rafael was standing inches away from Shaun. The next?He had him by the throat.Shaun's feet dangled above the floor, his hands clawing at Rafael's grip as he choked, gasping for breath.A huge silence fell over the office.Anna and the other employees froze, their eyes wide with a mix of horror and awe.And me?My pulse was like a fucking drum.We weren't human. We were werewolves. And Rafael-Alpha Rafael-was imposing his power in a way that was entirely different. His aura filled the room, tense and stifling, a silent warning that had everyone on edge.Submit. Or suffer.Shaun was suffering.And if I didn't stop this, he was going to fucking die.I swallowed hard. "Boss." My voice was steady, but my hands weren't. "You need to let him go."Rafael didn't move.Didn't blink.His eyes-fuck.They were glowing.A deep, burning red, a flickering fire that screamed one thing: dangerous.The humans in the room might not understand what they were seeing, but to every w
LILA POV "Did he fire you?"Anna's voice yanks me out of my thoughts so suddenly that I stumble, barely catching myself before face-planting into the floor."You alright?" she presses, one brow lifting as she watches me.I nod quickly, forcing my legs to carry me to my desk. My pussy is still clenched from the assault it just endured in that damn office, and every step reminds me of Rafael's voice, his commands, his touch that never actually touched me.Fuck.And now, with Anna's sharp eyes practically dissecting me, I'm terrified she'll see right through me. That she'll somehow know what just happened behind those closed doors."No, he didn't," I say, schooling my voice into something professional, calm. Like my world wasn't just turned inside out. "Just gave me a couple of tasks to complete. And a warning."A smooth, harmless lie.Oh damn. Mistake. Anna doesn't do smooth. "Oh..." she drags out the syllable, her eyes narrowing as she folds her arms. "Did he, by any chance, give you