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A Taste of Freedom

Author: Kristen Hernandez
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-29 15:45:28

The sun had barely risen when a firm knock jolted Ryleigh from her sleep. She blinked blearily as the door creaked open, revealing Margaret’s sharp silhouette against the morning light.

"Get up," Margaret ordered, striding into the room with her usual cold efficiency. She carried something in her hand—black, metallic, and small. Ryleigh sat up, confused, as Margaret knelt and clipped it around her ankle. It clicked into place with a finality that sent a chill up her spine.

"What is this?" Ryleigh asked, eyeing the device.

"A tracker," Margaret said flatly. "You’re free to enjoy your days off—but only within the boundaries of the forest town. You stray beyond the perimeter, we’ll know. If you try to escape… the consequences will be severe."

Ryleigh’s heart thudded in her chest, but she nodded. A monitor. So even on her day off, she was never truly free. Still, the idea of rest—even a monitored one—was tempting.

Margaret stood, then reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small en
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  • Claimed By The Alpha   Claimed by the Alpha

    The door clicked shut behind her, final and absolute.For a moment, Ryleigh simply stood there, every nerve taut, her breath shallow. She felt as though she had crossed some invisible threshold, one she could never step back over again. The air inside Damien’s suite seemed heavier than the halls outside, filled with the scent of leather, smoke, and something darker—him.Damien didn’t move at first. He stood by the edge of the bed, broad shoulders glistening faintly in the lamplight, damp hair clinging to his temples as if he had only just stepped from the shower. His gaze locked on her, dark and searing, and in that silence her robe suddenly felt impossibly thin.When his voice came, it was low and rough, carrying the weight of command.“Do you know what you’re doing, Ryleigh?”Her fingers tightened at her sides. She forced her chin up, though her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.“I came because… I need clarity. Because I need you.”A muscle ticked along his jaw,

  • Claimed By The Alpha   The Return

    The mansion felt different that morning.Not louder exactly—just sharper.Every footstep carried more urgency. Every movement seemed more deliberate. The air held the taut hum of expectation.Damien was coming home.From the moment Ryleigh stepped out of her room, she could feel it. The other servants were already in motion—polishing banisters until they gleamed, shaking out rugs, straightening curtains. The smell of lemon polish and fresh flowers filled the corridors.Margaret’s voice carried through the halls like a whip crack, issuing orders in that clipped, commanding tone only she could pull off.“Make sure the dining table is set for dinner the way the Alpha likes it. Fresh linens—no wrinkles. And tell the kitchen I want the roast ready exactly at seven, not a minute before.”She was in her element—directing, inspecting, perfecting.It wasn’t for Damien’s sake, Ryleigh suspected. It was for hers. Margaret’s name, her image, her pride… it all had to remain untarnished.Ryleigh ke

  • Claimed By The Alpha   Rebuilding the Mask

    Ryleigh woke to the pale gray of morning seeping through the narrow servant’s window.For a long moment, she didn’t move.Her body still ached from the days in the cell, but the sharp, bone-deep fatigue had dulled to a stubborn heaviness. She could work through heaviness.She had to.Pulling herself upright, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and pressed her feet against the worn rug. Her hands smoothed over her knees, an old, unconscious habit that made her feel grounded. She needed grounding now.Margaret’s threats still echoed in her mind, but Ryleigh pushed them aside. She’d made her decision last night. She knew what she had to do, and there was no going back.She stood, moved to the dresser, and dressed quickly in her plain work uniform—a simple black dress, apron, and soft-soled shoes. Her fingers lingered over the brush, and she pulled it through her hair slowly, untangling the limp strands until they fell smooth around her shoulders.Not good enough, she thought, set

  • Claimed By The Alpha   Fractured

    Ryleigh didn’t know what day it was.She didn’t know how long she’d been in the cell.And for the first time in her life… she didn’t care.The stone walls could have crumbled to dust around her and she wouldn’t have flinched. The ceiling could have caved in and buried her in cold cement and she would have welcomed it. There was nothing left inside to cling to.So when the sound of heavy boots echoed down the hall, slow and deliberate, she didn’t even lift her head. The lock scraped, the hinges groaned, and the cell door swung open.The guard filled the doorway, broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame. His face was blank—neither cruel nor kind—just… detached. He stepped inside, his shadow stretching across the floor until it touched her bare toes.Without a word, he bent down and scooped her up as though she weighed nothing.Her body dangled against him, arms limp, head resting loosely against the hard plate of his chest. She didn’t resist. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even blink when the sm

  • Claimed By The Alpha   Where Hope Dies

    The slam of the iron cell door echoed like a final nail in the coffin of her spirit.Ryleigh didn’t flinch.She couldn’t.Her body ached, her muscles screamed, and her throat burned from the tears she hadn’t even realized she’d been shedding. The cracked cement floor felt like jagged glass beneath her as she lay there, unmoving, her cheek pressed against the cold surface.Margaret's voice still rang in her ears.“A few days in here might remind you where you belong.”She hadn’t bothered to reply. What was the point? No one cared. Not anymore.Derek was gone.Damien was gone.Her real parents were gone.Her adoptive parents were dead.And she—she was nothing but a servant again, garbage shoved back into the hole where her nightmare had begun.The cell was exactly as she remembered it.Stone walls that sweated moisture. A narrow cot with a thin, scratchy blanket. A rusted sink that coughed out brown water when the pressure decided to cooperate. And the shadows—always watching. Always pr

  • Claimed By The Alpha   Nowhere to Run

    Morning came slowly, creeping into the corners of Ryleigh’s room like a thief in the night.Her eyes opened to a dull ache pulsing behind them. Her body didn’t feel like her own—it felt heavier, slower, bruised in ways that went deeper than the skin. She didn’t move right away. She couldn’t. Her neck throbbed where the guard’s hand had crushed her throat, and her ribs screamed every time she inhaled too sharply.The memory hit like a slap.Margaret’s voice.The guard’s grip.The wall.The floor.And then the silence afterward. Cold. Final.She shifted slightly and winced, curling her arms around her aching ribs. The plain wool blanket barely offered warmth. The thin mattress beneath her was no comfort at all. She lay there, staring at the faded ceiling, and thought about how easy it would be to stay. To rot here. To give in to whatever fate had planned for her.But something deeper—something stronger—burned beneath the bruises.No. Not like this.She wouldn’t stay here to be broken.S

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