LOGINMilena~I stay glued to my spot, watching him grab her boobs. He strokes her flawless skin, and she moans into his mouth. Their lips never break apart.Dragomir grunts. With his hands hard on her shoulders, he bends her over. Her hands hold the bed. Standing behind, he pulls her, her back arcing, getting a perfect position and curve. With his face brushed against her hair, his fingers clutch her throat as he slides his cock into her.Both moan in pleasure as the clapping of flesh fills the atmosphere.Dragomir thrust her harder, his gaze steady on my face. I watch, my face mirroring my emotions as it scrunches. More tumbles in my stomach, and it takes my soul not to throw up. Their act isn’t just disgusting, but the disrespect reeks.How much more does he have ahead? How much more does he think he can break me? With a faster thrust and a louder grunt erupting from Dragomir, his muscular thighs jerk, hips pressing against hers for a moment. Then he pulls out.“You are not as great as
Milena~Oh, how a mighty Alpha has become too weak and can’t shut the foul mouth of a maiden. “What’s holding you back? Huh? Devour me!” I order.“I shall when the time is right,” he says, and storms away. He stormed out, leaving me to my aching heart. Why didn't he unleash his cruelty on me? Why did he hold back and not display the beastliness? For years, he has been meaning to yank my skin apart after the night I left the mark on him. The night I fought him like the monster he is and saved my sister. By his blood, he had sworn to behead me. End my life in the worst way ever. He promised to come for me. Ruin everything and make me crawl on my knees.Finally, circumstances have pushed me into his wings. And I’ve dared him. Cursed him and raised my voice. Everything forbidden for a maiden to do to an Alpha. But he walked away. The monster let me breathe after all.Oh, I forgot. He promised to rip me apart when he returns. That’s when the last of me will be broken and nothing will r
Milena~Food looks forbidden, and wine tastes like poison. I never imagined a day would come when I would hate the meal presented before me. I watched it like a performer displaying at an event.My throat stings from dryness. Stomach empty, yet I crave nothing. I sway from weakness, unable to sit upright. This is the fourth time I have tried sitting since Dragomir dragged me into his quarters. Still, I failed.The first time I struggled to put my strength together because a strong ache held me back. Shackles around my wrists and ankles burned deep into my skin, reminding me of my despair. The Ryders have destroyed and punished me so much; nevertheless, I have no idea of my crime. As much as I don’t desire a man, I didn't reject the first grandson of the Ryders.I only avoided shifting where he must have been waiting for me. But it seems there is more.It's sad. I’m still in the dark over lots of things. No answers have been given to me. Why didn't Vladimir officially say the rejecte
Alpha Vlad~Not every battle can be won in life. Some battles are not to be fought because they surface only to break your bones. They are there as a punishment for your decisions, and your next action triggers them to granulate you. ‘Running does not always mean weakness. Sometimes it’s okay to flee and live. Then you shall have the opportunity to face your battle the next time,’ Buba always says.I hope that is the case with this crushing battle. I hope I will find the strength to return and face it head-on. Kane and Zoran keep speaking, trying to convince me about the brothel shit. But I ignore them, making it obvious Babu is my only option. They know. They understand how often I hid under her wings in times like this.They understand once she is my option, I’m not going back on my word. So the men decided to give up. They start the car, driving us out of the courtyard of my old rag. Arriving at Babu's mansion, I step out of the car, slamming the door. Her mansion is close to my
Alpha Vlad~I should have chained her to the bricks. Rods. Iron. Any fucking thing that would have prevented her from fleeing. Anything that would have saved her from this gruesome damn mess.Anything that would have held my little mate back. I should have known better. Now I’ve lost her. I watched her slip out of my fingers. I fucking failed her. I fucking did. I brought all of the pain upon her, yet I'm not man enough to save her. If I can’t save my mate, then what else can be saved under my wings?Fucking what?Standing before her and watching her eyes heavy with tears, I’m lost for words. The pain in her eyes, her dry broken lips, bruises on her beautiful body, and the silver collar around her skinny neck. Everything that hurts Milena is my fault.I have ruined this woman. My mistake has crushed her to the surface of the earth. Why didn't I think things through? I messed her up more when I chased her through the sea. She had an opportunity to flee from me. From all of this. But
Milena~Strange sounds ring in my head accompanied by unbearable pain. I groan in misery. A crushing agony that forces my tears down my cheeks. The heaviness in my head hits as the last name I heard before the darkness consumes me creeps into my subconscious.Dragomir. Dragomir, the beast.My gasp shoots louder than a scream that shatters glasses as the realization hits. The wrong man was the last being I saw before I collapsed. No, he hit me and sent me into darkness. A place I fear to be.With my hand pressed against wood, my body gets support, and I sit upright. The whole of me trembles with pain.“Welcome back,” Dragomir says, and I faintly stare at him.“Where are we?” I’m too weak to take note of my surroundings.“My carriage.” He leans in. “Carriage?” With heavy eyes, I scan around. It’s a moving carriage with Dragomir well-positioned on its seat, and I'm sitting at his feet.“Yes, Lena.” He smiles.“Where are we heading?” Is he taking me back to Duskwarren to continue a mise
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~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
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~Carrying Milena to safety comes first, but finding out why the old man is here matters more. My father does not move without purpose.His time is his greatest asset. If he’s in Duskwarren, something critical dragged him out from Virethorn. And that vital thing is what I need to know.K







