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EVANGELINE I looked up from the floor and into the eyes of the girl who had caused this. She had raven hair, with blue highlights at the tips, which was a stark contrast to my own jet-black hair. She had a nonchalant attitude toward the mess she had created as if it was nothing. The other girls who had followed her sat beside her, not making a single move to help clean up. I cleared my throat, feeling my chest tighten in anticipation. “Excuse me?” I repeated. She slowly turned her gaze towards me, her fork still twirling in her hand. Her eyes moved up to meet mine, but her head remained still, as if unmoved by my presence. Her lips parted slightly and she spoke her voice monotone and cold. “What?” she asked her expression one of apathy. I would tell you ‘what’, dumb bitch! "Why did you do that?!" I asked, pointing at my plate that was now on the floor. She slowly raised her head and glanced at the tray, her face expressionless. She just shrugged and went back to her task of
LUCIENWhen I stepped through the doorway into the mess hall, I was met with a cacophony of sound. Everyone was huddled in one corner, their eyes focused on the scene that was playing out in front of them. I could smell the pungent aroma of power radiating from the figure in the center of the room. Alpha waves, strong and confident, seemed to be emanating from her in a powerful force. I could feel their intensity, even from across the room.I strode towards the crowd and they all stepped away, creating a path. Her brunette friend was filled with dread, petrified of what her friend was about to do. Nobody could blame her after the way Evangeline had ruthlessly smashed Daruka’s skull against the unforgiving wall, the sickening thud echoing through the room. Blood stained the wall against which Daruka’s head had been slammed. I moved in close behind her, my arm instinctively reaching around her waist. It was a bold move, something I hadn't expected myself to do. I didn’t touch my slaves
EVANGELINE “No-running. Or-else-I-will-kill-you.” the words echoed in my mind, cutting through the oblivious darkness. I felt someone shaking me insistently, and heard a voice calling out my name. "Eva. Wake up." “Or-else-I-will-kill-you.” As I stepped further into the darkness, I suddenly spotted Crystal's wolf staring at me intently as if it was issuing a challenge. My own wolf was threatening me. I felt a jolt of panic as I jolted awake, my vision slowly adjusting to the dim light in the room. I glanced around, taking in the gray ceiling wall that loomed above me with a sense of confusion. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mia's face. Her sapphire blue eyes were wide with worry, as she called out my name with urgency. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I realized what had happened. I squinted my eyes, trying to remember what had happened the night before. As the memories slowly trickled in, I sat up abruptly, a feeling of dread washing over me. It had all been
EVANGELINE When we were in middle school, we used to play hide and seek with my Dad that had a unique twist. Dad had an incredible sense of hearing, so Mia and I had to come up with a clever way to communicate our hiding spot without him catching on. I began to take Mia's hand or leg, and carefully trace my finger on it, writing out a secret message. At first, it was difficult to decipher the symbols, but after a while, we got the hang of it and it became a breeze. I carefully drew imaginary lines on her palm, "How can we get information on our pack?" The demonic wolves had a very powerful hearing. Whatever we discussed might reach one of the ears lingering behind the cell walls. So it’d be safer if we communicated through a medium that would go unsuspected. She had a contemplative expression on her face as she cupped my cheeks in her hands and tenderly inscribed the name “Hera?” onto my skin with her fingertips. I nodded. She was the only one so far who had been friendly to us an
LUCIENI gazed at the training field, where Sean and David had been set to work. These two men had dared me to a duel the previous day, and I saw no better way to test the strength of my pack warriors than to make use of them as training material. I was determined to see how my warriors would fare against these two formidable Blood Moon warriors.“We’ll have a one-on-one battle with them. You can choose whom to fight with. There are rules, however–no weapons and no shifting. We will focus on your combat skills today, is that clear?” Men of my pack nodded. I spun quickly on my heel, my gaze shifting to the two men whose wolf auras shimmered and swirled with rage in the air around them. Thick iron shackles had been clamped around their wrists and ankles, clanking loudly as they shifted in their binds and struggled to break free. “I hope you two have no issue with it unless you are too scared to fight my men,” I said and smirked when I received a growl from David. The two hot-headed
LUCIEN I found myself yearning to check on Evangeline, a desire too strong to deny. It was a falsehood that I was simply curious if she was hard at work. I longed to witness the sight of her as she erased the bloodstain from the wall. I knew it would be a sight to behold. When I stepped inside the mess hall, I stopped dead in my tracks, completely taken aback by the sight before me. She was kneeling on the floor in nothing but a black, flimsy lace bra, and her long arm was slowly wiping away the stain on the wall. Her gaze stayed fixed on her task while her hair was pulled up, exposing the silky column of her neck. My heart raced as a wave of heat surged through my veins. Despite her submissive stance, she looked as though she called the shots in here. Her presence was so powerful, it was as if the entire hall was illuminated by her radiance. I heard her humming something as she washed the wall with the shirt she wore when I left her in this room, oblivious of my heated gaze on her.
EVANGELINEI hadn’t expected myself to moan like a slut the moment I felt his hand on my ass. It should have made me feel degraded and insulted. I tried to tell myself that there was nothing I could do, that I had been trapped beneath his grip. But a hidden part of me, the shadowed, darker part I usually kept buried, knew the truth. The truth was that I enjoyed the fact that I had no control. When I felt the sharp sting of his hand on my left cheek, a thrill of pleasure coursed through my body, igniting a heat between my legs. I could not deny this secret pleasure I felt from his dominance over me.I could have fought him. I knew I could. But I didn’t because I didn’t want to. Much to my hidden dismay, Lucien suddenly stopped, and as I turned to gaze upon his face, I saw a contemplative frown in his eyes. Was something wrong?Lucien's hand slowly slipped away from my back and I slowly lifted myself up from the table. I lifted my head and pushed the strand of hair away from my face
EVANGELINEHera stepped out of her walk-in closet, holding some clothes in her hand, and cheered with delight. "Oh, look at her! She already likes you!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, her light green eyes twinkling.I hesitated, my heart pounding with fear as I gazed upon the King Cobra before me. Its long, slender body undulated as it hissed, its black eyes boring into me with a menacing intensity. I couldn't help but wonder if it held any animosity towards me, as its gaze seemed to linger just a bit too long. My mouth dry and my palms sweating, I nervously muttered "I don't know... does it really?"“Come here, baby. Don’t disturb her,” Hera cooed and fearlessly gathered the King Cobra in her arms, wrapping it around her body like a scarf, as if she knew that it would not hurt her. She handed me two tops with a smile and said, "Here. You can choose whichever you like. I hope you'll like them." Her eyes glowed with confidence and admiration as she looked at the snake in her arms.