LOGINAlpha Vlad~I love hunting. My favorite is chasing after a deer that feels intelligent. I let it run, assuming it has gotten its freedom. That’s when I strike—hunt and kill the damn animal.The same way I’m hunting my old rag and brother. I let them believe they are a step ahead. After which, I strike. Incredible to see the shock and anger on the face of my stupid brother. The idiot who has messed up everything I planned for years. I have been easy with him, throwing away expectations.Hoping he will see the light and grow up. Drago has always been a fool from birth. This moment proves nothing has changed. My biggest mistake was bringing him into the plan. I should have selected another Alpha for the job.An Alpha from the West region who has sworn allegiance to me. Powerful men who crawl at my feet, begging to sit beside my throne. I did wrong by selecting an incompetent scumbag. The mistake haunts me.Not only have I made life difficult for myself, my mate has been thrown into an
Milena~As the assault cuts deeper, I shut my eyes, searching for a safe place. The same place I hid the last time he violated my mouth. But emotions bounce back as my happy place locks me out, leaving me to reality. Another stray tear journeys down my cheeks. This time, I don't brush it off. I let it fall down my collarbone. If it will remind the monster to let me go.Drago groans, exposing my other nub with a finger. This is his reason for making me dress like a whore. My stomach rolls with disgust as his warm lips find my second nub. He bites it hard, sending waves of intense pain.Sweat beads on my forehead as I vibrate. Not for sexual need but freedom. I want to get away from him. I wish I could shift. Fight him off. But it isn't possible. Even the dumbest beings can tell.Drago’s warriors are surrounding our carriage, and his Beta and Gamma ride behind. Besides, Nana’s identity will be at risk. She will be killed if exposed.I grit my teeth as Drago leads my hand to his hard l
Milena~My knees buckle beneath, screaming for me to give in. But I am adamant. I stay still, letting the ache crush my soul—my punishment for letting a man use my body. My punishment for being dirty and worthless.Since the monster left me on my knees, I have been in this position. Dried semen coats my features. My running fluid stains my krpa, breaking through my thighs and onto the ornamental rug.I welcome no food or water, depriving my body of proper bath. I stink of blood, sweat, and the filthy smell of a man’s sperm. I’m in the dark how long I’ve been in this state. Twenty-four hours? A day?Two, or is it the dawn of the third day when I will be forced to be Luna? Until this moment, my mind is in a lost place. Unable to figure a way out of this mess. Unable to pull me into the present.I doubt I will ever stop seeing myself as worthless. Not when I am under this roof. In this pack. I hate the Ryders, the men most of all. They are worse than wolfsbane. More deadly than humans
Milena~I hate men and want protection from none. But circumstances sometimes determine situations, and you’re left with no option but to hold on to the least evil one.As much as I detest Alpha Vladimir, I shouldn't have wished for him to stay away. Alpha Dragomir should never have been an answer prayers. Now I wish Alpha Vladimir could save me. Alpha Vladimir is a beast but better than Brother. Trust me when I say ‘the mate bond has nothing to do with this judgment.’All men are evil, but some are with lesser sins.How do I get away from Alpha Dragomir? He stinks of strong wine. I should have stood on Alpha Vladimir’s side and pleaded for him to take me along. I should have done whatever I could to depart with him. Yes, he is the cause of all madness.But he is my savior at this point. Something deep tells me. At first, I wanted to be around Alpha Dragomir because the bond makes me weak around Alpha Vladimir.Not anymore. This beast is after what I swore never to give to any man. H
Alpha Drago~Hahaha! Fetching sights I love to behold—my all-too-powerful brother lost in a maze. Vladimir thinks he always has things wrapped around his long fingers—power and control belong to him.Here we are. For the first time, I am ahead of him. Vladimir is bound in my yago wohsa swings like a rooster. I shall have him beg, weep, pay for all his sins committed upon me.Lena shall be my perfect instrument. The crazy Goddess brought her at the flawless moment. Hahaha!“You can’t stop the girl, brother. She is my slave.” Victoriously, I savor the moment, never taking my eyes off my instrument.The tan skin of my all-perfect brother flushes. Neck and cheeks burn. He never fails to amaze me. My brother should be aware I have zero feelings about his rage.He won’t end me. He has the heart of a Lass and weak dangling balls. Incapable of hurting a member of our household. That is one weakness of his I enjoy.More to explore.“I am revising the deal. I want her.” His words are clipped,
Milena~What was my expectation?Stupid me.It’s unwise that I still fall for his tricks. Alpha Vladimir is no different. A man remains a man. I know better than to trust any man.How did I get swayed by his facade for a minute and see past what he is? I fell for this man—almost.Tearing my mind away from Alpha Vladimir, I strip off my dress, drop it on the counter before turning on the running water. Calmness seeps into my veins as the water bites my skin. I scrub my body with gentleness, especially the stains between my thighs, finishing in seconds.My wet hair drapes across my face, blocking my sight. I reach out my fingers in the air, searching for a towel. When I touch the towel rack, I don’t find any towels.Why didn’t I check if there was a towel in the washroom before bathing? How do I dry my skin? My dress is stained with crimson. Unhygienic to use. The option left is to wait for Alpha Vladimir’s return. But what should I use to cover up while waiting for him? I can’t let hi
Milena~Has she gone nuts?Arriving outside, I glance around, taking cognitive notes of the surroundings. Tall gothic walls stand at the edge of the packhouse, giving it a timeworn look. The building fabrics are made of maze, different from my home in Virethorn. Bricks, wood, and fine glass are the
Alpha Vlad~The meaningless procedure introduced by my old rag ended the event faster. Princess Lada was ordered to stay back in my quarters. I wanted to object, but Kane pleaded to allow the ruling stand for the sake of our plan and the people. When this plan succeeds, I’ll make sure my father an
Alpha Vlad~Concentrate, Vladimir. You have to face your reality. She is simply your mate and means nothing. Put your fucking mind together. My face buries in my hands as I fight it all: the bond, callings, and urges. Every damn thing that roars Milena’s name. Why the hell can’t I concentrate? Fu
Alpha Vlad~Returning to the packhouse, I head for my quarter. My fingers are balled into fists by my sides. My blood steams with fire as my body vibrates. I had ordered Thane to bury the bodies on the hill—a place where my warriors are buried—as a form of respect for serving the pack. I instructe







