LOGIN“I have an idea,” Cedric said, looking at Caspar. “Maybe, if she comes, we should make her provide sexual services along with continuing to be our slave. Since she seems to like it so much when we play with her.”Something snapped in me then. The edge I had been reaching suddenly pulled taut like a
Rita’s POVCaspar’s mouth was hard and violent against mine, moving with the fervor of a wolf gone mad. His tongue tasted like peppermint and blood—my own blood drawn from a harsh prick of his fangs against my lower lip.My wolf went wild the moment his mouth slanted across mine. I tried to pull my
Olive wiped her nose. “Are you sure? It still hurts…”“If it still hurts, then it must be purely psychosomatic,” he said. “I’d recommend meditating, or perhaps journaling about your feelings instead of letting them affect your body.”Olive froze with her mouth hanging agape. The twins glared at Aaro
Rita’s POVI hastily pulled my shirt on, but it was too late.They had already seen everything.The twins stared at me like they had just walked in on me having sex with Aaron.A long silence ensued. Their eyes slid over me with disdain. Then to Aaron, where they looked at him in the same way. Then
The girl nodded, thanking both of us, then got dressed and laid back down. Aaron looked at me as I was getting up to leave.“Your knees,” he said, pointing. “What happened? They’re all torn up.”I looked down at the wounds on my knees, which were on full display beneath the hem of my skirt. They had
Rita’s POVMonday morning came quickly. I’d spent most of my free time during the weekend training and studying, staying out of the cottage as much as possible.History class was largely uneventful, which came as a surprise. Olive and her clique glared at me from the back of the room as I took my se
Rita’s POVShe was furious, and rightly so, and she wanted me to do something.But I knew better than to snap back now. That would only feed my own anger while handing them exactly what they wanted. Olive would play the victim even harder, and she'd love every second of it.Let them play their silly
Rita’s POVMy hair was the one thing I loved the most about myself. It was long and as black as night, and I had worked hard to keep it smooth and soft, having to comb it with my fingers and steal little bits of leftover animal fat from the kitchen to condition it. It was my one glory, the one thing
“Could I have a pamphlet, too?”Slowly, the girl turned to look at me. Her eyes flicked over me—my simple, loose hair, my bland maid’s uniform. Her friends all smirked as she said, “Oh, we’re all full.”With that, she turned and left. I could hear her and her friends laughing at me as they strutted
Rita’s POVThe days that followed were a blur of fever and shame. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them— Cedric and Caspar. I tried to convince myself it meant nothing. A moment of weakness. A body responding to the first touch it had ever known.But my wolf kept whimpering their names in my sleep







