OLAMIDE
He finally let me out of the car. When he did, I took a moment to observe him. He did not hold me, neither did I see guards parading the property. It was almost like he knew I would not run. I tried my best not to look suspicious as I surveyed for cameras and blindspots that could be of help to me in the near future. When we finally made our way inside, I tried my best not to be a star struck tourist sightseeing a celebrity home because that was not what was happening.
I saw Jason exchange hushed words with a broad chested man that looked like head of security while I continued to mentally take notes of everything I could lay my eyes on around the entryway. The place had strange cobalt flowers put in every nook and cranny adorned by a giant insignia of a crow.
There was a high-quality sound system playing beautiful blues just loud enough to notice if one paid attention, but still unobtrusive enough to go about the day without undue annoyance.
"Come with me kitten." Jason said, taking my hand and leading me on through a marble-tiled foyer, up a grand staircase, and down a hallway before I could comprehend that the bastard had just called me kitten.
My heart was in my throat as he practically forced me inside a room with a large and ornate bed. A fire roared in the fireplace, and a demonic looking symbol was imprinted on a wall near the windows.
A furry orange cat proudly hopped off the furniture to greet us, tail held high and eyes practically disapproving of me. The little creature reminded me of Zeus. Even in my bleak situation, It managed to bring a smile to my face.
"Hello Luna." Jason said, bending to pet the cat.
How monstrous could the man be with a cat? Though I knew this wasn't a real marker of a man's overall goodness or evil, it gave me a spark of hope.
The sitting area in front of the fireplace had a small coffee table, a couple of high-backed chairs that looked comfortable despite their opulence, and a love seat. A bathroom led off to the side, and I had no doubt the closets alone were probably the size of my apartment. At the back of the room was a large set of three bay windows with thick drapes that reached the floor. In front of the windows was a writing desk with fancy stationary and pens.
"You should sit and write down your address and make a list of everything you need while you are here. There's a heated pool here, so you might factor that in."
I didn't speak. I couldn't say anything. I just sat, uncapped a fountain pen, and stared dumbly at the paper. Was I a prisoner or Cinderella? Was I in for the worst luck of my life or the best? What he was doing wasn't okay, but here I was, surrounded by people in a nice place with a man who, despite realities I could barely bring myself to adjust to yet, was prepared to... what? Take care of me like I was his girlfriend or wife? I briefly looked up to meet his gaze. Could he...read me now or was it just a fluke like I had suspected?
"Jason..." I spoke, forgetting my place for a minute.
He patted the cat one last time and straightened, his face stern. "It's Alpha. Not Jason to you. Ever."
With that pronouncement, my silly little-girl fantasy came to an abrupt and screeching halt. I was again reminded that I wasn't in a fairytale.
"I'm sorry, Master." I apologized, never get used to the title. "But why are you doing all this? I don't understand why ..." It wasn't a question of why he was doing something so immoral. The real question was why was he wrapping it so nicely, making it a seduction that part of me couldn't help wanting to fall for? He was a wealthy man who would make half the women he met drool for his dick. Why me? Why this?
Aside from the slavery aspect, my story was beginning to seem more like Belle and the beast but in this take, the beast also took the role of Prince Charming, swooping in and taking care of all my needs, showering me with safety and security even if he was the person bringing danger to my door.
Despite escaping my foster family, things hadn't gotten much easier. The brief party of college and dorm life had been fleeting, only to give way to a cold world that demanded I produce or live in a gutter. I was barely even making a living, squirreling away every spare penny I could, hoping it would be enough to keep surviving. Because what if I lost my job? I had to have a safety net.
It had taken a lot of nagging from friends to get me to go out drinking, but I needn't have worried. There had been plenty of men to buy me drinks so I didn't have to dip into my own funds. Strange as it may be, perhaps it was even a coping mechanism for my fragile mind but I saw my condition as fate. This, this was my happily ever after. No matter how shaky it was.
Jason strode over to me and I couldn't help cringing, afraid of what he might do. So maybe it wasn't such a dream-fantasy after all. I was still bone-chillingly terrified of him. He stopped at the other side of the desk, regarding ne calmly. "You might be oblivious to otherworlders and how the bond we now share works but I will make this easier for you. I have specific requirements in our relationship. I never imagined I would get a mate so early. And I certainly did not expect her to be human. But shit happens..."
My mind immediately drifted to images of whips and chains. But with the title he'd demanded, hadn't that idea flashed through my mind already, no matter how much I had tried to push it away? I might not be into what he wanted, but I wasn't that oblivious. He continued to blabber about mates and our unbreakable bond. One thing he said however struck me hard.
"You must have noticed despite all you have been through in my hands, you do not hate me. Not entirely."
Given my current circumstances, it would seem most appropriate that such things would happen in a dirty, dank basement where I would be fed crumbs and kept in a cramped cage, but I imagined whips and chains with this man would be dressed in refinement.
"A-are you going to hurt me?" Plenty of women lived in abusive relationships that looked like luxury on the outside. I didn't want to be one of those women. I would take my simple apartment with an uncertain financial future any day over riches that obscured a nightmare of ongoing torment behind closed doors.
"I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but one thing I am sure of is I cannot let you be my weakness. If you obey me and honestly seek to please me, you'll remain safe and may even come to be happy here. Now make your list."
I tried to quiet the whirring questions and relentless fears. His word meant nothing. He could promise anything he wanted, but trusting in such a promise would be too naïve-no matter how much I wanted to. My only desire was to find safety while I was held captive here. All thoughts of rebellion and escape left me in light of the hope I had of garnering his favor.
I scribbled down my list, hoping it wasn't asking too much, and handed the sheet to Jason. He looked it over briefly and nodded. "I'll take care of it. Stay here."
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JASON I stepped out of the room to think. God was I stupid to think it would be this easy. Sure I had found my mate but she would never be enough. She was a vanilla and I was a depraved monster who got high from causing others pain. Of course, It had to be the will of the moon goddess, Giving me imperfection. This was her way of getting revenge for that son of a bitch, Sofiane. I kind of wondered what game she wanted me to play. My first instinct was to kill her and get on with waiting for a second mate. But the girl wanted me and my equally depraved wolf wanted to see how this play of power would work out. The way I saw it, I could introduce her to my world, introduce her to my cravings and wait for Sofiane to strike a dastardly hit to my side. However, there was a chance the girl could mean something to me as time flew by, I could not risk that happening. Not when I was this close to the convergence. I couldn't kill her though. I
OLAMIDEHow could that get out of my dumb mouth? I wanted to live, didn't I? Why then was I throwing everything down the drain? I chanced a look in his eyes to weigh his reaction. My words probably hit his ego hard. My mind played a million ways this scenario would play out but the dominant outcome was I either ended up dead or fucked. When you put those awful odds together, it did not seem that difficult to confess that some part of your fucked up brain wanted to see your captor naked. He looked awfully calm but beneath that facade, I could feel a rabid beast fighting its way through chains to make me take back those words. It was clear he did not believe me but he wanted me to admit it with my own lips and for my lies, he wanted to punish me. His thoughts revealed that much."Fascinating," He drawled, inching forward to wipe some sauce off my lips. "I have to say, that is a first." He continued, putting the sauce to his
OLAMIDE "Jason, please..." His eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer, causing his erect penis to brush against my thigh. "Watch your tongue kitten," He warned, effortlessly keeping his face bland."Now address me properly." "Alpha," I choked out. " I-I meant to say Alpha, please..." I would have said and done anything to agony his punishment. The things that flashed in his mind were horrible and degrading. Acts that could destroy one emotionally and mentally. He wanted to take me mind, body, and soul. A total submission but how could I give him all that. My identity was everything I was. I could not let that be stripped away from me. He was a more frightening version of my foster father. Then I had college to run to for shelter but here, there was no path to follow. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Give in to him, a voi
OLAMIDE When I opened my eyes to a new morning, I found Jason watching me. "Morning," He murmured, looking like I had done something to irritate him even if his face was just inches away and the fact that we were both very naked. It felt unbearably intimate. "Sleep well?" Why do you care? A careless thought ran through my head, long gone before I remembered this man had told me he could read my thoughts and of all the predictions he made, not one of them had been wrong. "Don't worry," He said, pulling me closer. He smelled like spices. Old spices. "Considering you don't have the guts to say it, I take no offense." It was time to chip in something that would make him happy. Words that made my stomach churn. "Thank you, Alpha." Jason smiled lazily. Like he had reached inside my head again. "That's the one thing I have to admi
JASON "It is quite the pleasure that you would invite me personally to Monarch." I teased Luna Valentine and she was not pleased. It was clear as day in her face as she approached me in a spectacular yellow gown that gave insight into her personality. Fragile. "Thank you for honoring our invitation Alpha Jason." She said with a false smile planted on. I had to admit she was trying her best to keep on with the charade but it was a vain attempt. She was not pleased with this arrangement. My Intel had gotten me information about what the arrangement was about. Valentine was only doing this for her people. With the false pleasantries passed across, I was led into a ballroom of marble polished for the very occasion. I briefly examined the duo of betas that accompanied me and Luna Valentine. They befitted the alliance I would be coercing the pack of monarch into. A separate door inside the ballroom was opened
JASON I slammed the car's door open and pulled Devin out of it. He was calm and collected. It was the only way he had been able to keep his secret a secret for so long. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Devin demanded, shoving my hands off. His perfectly starched shirt was wrinkled and that seemed to piss him off more than the thought of me discovering his well-kept secret. Had he even realized that I had figured it out? Of course, he had. Devin wasn't stupid. He was trying to play me off and I refused to be put off so easily. "Valentine!" I rattled into his ear. "You did not seem it fit to inform me that she was your mate?" The mere mention of Valentine made Devin's eyes dart in my direction. It almost made me rethink my brother's intellect. Contrary to what I had believed, Devin had truly not realized that he had exposed himself. "Fuck." That phrase had ba
OLAMIDE The sight that lay in front of me was absolutely terrifying. Crimson red was splattered everywhere. On walls. The floor. Even the ceiling was not spared as droplets of red drizzled. My legs were jelly and the entire house was unfamiliar. I had only been there for one day or less but even at that, I had to realize that something was not right. No matter how fast I ran, no matter the route I went through, I always made it back to the same gory sight I had escaped from; Men whose heads had been decapitated and women slashed beyond recognition. I had never felt sicker. As my jelly legs stumbled and turned to find the front door, A shrill cry emanated from my room. It sounded like Axel. My head whipped up an answer. Axel was done for and so was I. My panicky mind seemed to work faster and in the end, I found the front door. The man Jason had speaking to the night was lifeless on the floor. His jugular cut open and spr
DEVIN Valentine. A feisty creature she was. It was cruel for the goddess to give something so precious to me. In truth, my wolf believed it was only previous because it was unattainable. That alone seemed to excite it. I had found out two years ago. I was at the ripe age of twenty-two and seething with unbridled rage to avenge my parent. Valentine's parent had played their parts to make sure the late rulers of the Crow never returned and it was only fair to do the same. My brother and I were not aware they had a daughter. I doubted anyone knew excluding those closest to them. Valentine had been the Monarch pack's well-kept secret. I had blood on my hands when I stumbled upon her. Her parent's blood was on my hands and judging by the horrified look she had on her face when I bumped into her, she knew I was their killer. She was a loose end. A part of me knew it was only right to take away her suffering by ensuring she ended up with her par