Dahlia’s POV “Let go of me! Let go!” I shrill at the top of my lungs as Lola drags me out of the wine cellar. I didn’t know where I was kept, but I have little mind to care now because I have a much more urgent problem-- “I can’t breathe! The sun! The sun is burning me!” The hot, bright beams of the sun glue on my skin, and I can feel my skin melting like under acid! I’m a sinner! I will forever belong only in darkness! I can’t bear the sun! “Stop with your raving!” Lola keeps her iron claw on my arm so tightly I think her goal is to break it in half, “The Alpha demanded you.” She wants me to walk past the hundred yards from my prison to the main building. She wants me to melt under the sun! Fear of the sun gives my dying body one last shot of adrenalin and I scream as I try to claw and kick, anything to put distance between me and the woman who hates me to the guts. She raises her hand to slap me but it doesn’t land -- Barke stops her. “She is not worth getting yourself punishe
Dahlia’s POVWalking down the red-carpeted aisle, I realize the whole mansion has been neatly decorated. Unlike some cheesy, on-the-surface Christmas accessories, they polished everything shiny and added only nuances of ornaments, but done elegantly.Only after three days, and for the second time I don’t recognize my life.Right, the League’s delegation.I don’t know what kind of a “final inquiry” the League needs from Damon, but surely his injury is not making it easy.Guilt forms a lump behind my throat.Standing on the side of the now resplendent lobby, I feel only incompatible in the long sleeves and thick jeans, plus a pair of old cheap leather shoes I borrowed from Ava that’s forcing its shape on my feet.Damon wouldn’t be pleased to see me like this.He is too pretty to stand beside me right now.“Maybe I should change,” I whisper to Lola, “You said you don’t want me to upset the Alp--”“Shut up!” Lola hisses at me, “They are coming!”Who are “they”?I look up with a pounding h
Dahlia’s POVI thought he was throwing me back to where he found me. How naive was I.He is not done with his revenge yet.Turns out there is a dormitory for Omegas working in the mansion. It’s a small two-floor on the opposite corner of the main building, right on the edge of the forest.When they dragged me all the way over I thought I was going to suffocate. I fainted mid-way, and only heard what happened from Ava.Thank God Ava was there.She was taking care of me when I woke up to more bruises and cuts all over me. Only after half a day and I’m back to where I was when Lola pulled me out of the wine cellar. Or maybe worse.I had Damon to look forward to before. Now I don’t.“You don’t have to take care of me anymore,” I murmur to Ava, unable to even lift my arm as she carefully cleans my wounds with a cotton bud, “I’m also a slave now.”Ridiculous how I never felt like a slave when I really was a sex slave. But now I do.“The Alpha made me your maid, and I won’t stop taking care
Dahlia’s POVIt’s so annoying to wake up with a start!Every inch of my body feels sour and in pain, and they all wake up as well when I do.I cover my head with the smelly sheet and soon can’t breathe, but I don’t want to open my eyes to the noisy, smelly morning in the dorm. The Omegas all got up and are now hurrying around the room with towels on their shoulders. Their sleepers dragged on the floor.I know I can’t complain, so I just sit up with my head buried in my arms, trying to fully wake up without letting my morning fume out.“Who’s this?” A girl notices me. They didn’t pay attention last night. Ava walks up and sends them off soon.I don’t know how to deal with them.I have talked to Omegas as the princess of the pack, and I have talked to them as the sex slave of the Alpha. Both times I was in a higher position.I was taken to Damon’s pack after that bloody night, and was thrown into the Omega’s street to be a slave. But I never was one. The first night I wandered around am
Dahlia’s POVPhilips drags me out by my hair, making a show to everyone on purpose. Ava drags her broken leg as she tries to follow us, leaving a trail of blood behind her.“Let go of me! Are you crazy?!” I struggle but that only worsens the pain on my scalp and tears burst out of me, “She needs a doctor! You can’t do this!”“I can, and I will,” Philips answers coldly before she pulls me up and shoves me out of the dorm building.The sun falls on me and instantly I burst into a scream as I try to charge back in. Everything begins to twirl, and I’m suffocating!Among all the dazzling colors, I see Philips's eyes flickering, like a demon from hell.She is mindlinking. Who is giving her order? Is she talking to Damon? So he can see me now? Twirling and twisting on the ground like a soaked dog?Philips curves her lips into an evil smirk before she ends the mindlink.“You are mowing the lawn today,” Philips says as she pulls Ava up by her arm, “As soon as you finish your work, you take thi
Dahlia’s POVIt's so enraging to see someone mimicking you with YOUR clothes in an awkward way!I watch in shock as Lola pastes her breasts into Damon’s arm, in the strapless, cleavage-leaking little red dress I wore to the party I ruined last time.Damon got her a new one. One that’s exactly like the one he tore in the little dark room!“You--”I stare at Damon in disbelief but then I understand his message--Everything special about me is his giving, and he can give any woman that at will. Like Lola.“Are you making her your Luna?”I ask Damon, knowing his answer before asking. Of course he is. It’s not like he ever wanted to give that title to me. I can never have that title. Even if he wanted to keep the mate bond, he would need a Luna eventually.I just didn’t think it w
Dahlia’s POVDays passed and I have never seen Damon again.Mostly because I can’t go out under the sun, and according to Ava’s gossip, Damon has been busy recently.At least that’s what I’m repeating to myself -- that he is just too busy to sort things out with me.Philips hasn’t forced any outdoor work on me again. I think she learned her lesson when she had to spend a whole day on fixing the lawn I ruined. She IS still piling up all the indoor work she can on me and Ava. I don’t know why Philips’s revenge has to involve Ava, but apparently, Ava didn’t need to get up around 5 to work till late midnight. But now we do.I don’t care about her bully that much now. Not after Ava and I started our secret mission -- patching up the red dress.Ava has been nagging beside my ear about how the dress would d
Dahlia’s POV“I told you she didn’t steal the dress! It’s the Alpha’s gift to me!” I pull Philips’s fat arm as she drags Ava all the way out under the dim rays of the morning sun, “Where are you taking us?!”My objection does little. Philips drags Ava by her neck, basically carrying her like a little chicken. Ava still has the dress in her hands, protecting it like it’s her baby. The sunlight chases us deep into the woods until it can no longer penetrate the thick fog of dawn.That’s when I see Lola. She is waiting for us.The dense trees lead to a small area in the heart of the dark forest. Though bare, the thick branches of the huge trees around shine little light on the thick layers of leaves covering the ground.Gloomy and deathly. That’s the place Lola chose for us.“Beta, she&