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From A Wolf To A Monster
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HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME on The Edge
~ElenaThe room felt smaller now, though morning light filtered lazily through the tall windows. Everything outside seemed trivial compared to the power pulsing beneath my skin. The Obsidian Sons weren’t just legends anymore, they were real, and they were mine. My mind raced with possibilities, each darker and sharper than the last.I turned from Thorne, who stood silently by the counter, watching me with that dangerous mixture of desire and calculation that always set my pulse racing. “I need to contact them,” I said, voice sharp, measured. “It’s time they understand who their leaders truly are, and what I want them to do.”Thorne’s lips curved into a half-smile. “You want to speak to the Obsidian Sons? Alone?”“I want this on my terms,” I replied. “If I call them, if I give them orders, it’s because I dictate the pace, the angle, the outcome. Not the other way around.”He nodded slowly, sensing my resolve, though a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes. “Do you really think they’ll re
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME First Mission
~Elena“What was that, Elena?” Thorne’s voice cut through the silence, low, steady, too steady.I turned to him, expecting panic, disbelief, anything. But he just stood there, knife still in hand, shoulders relaxed as if a ghost hadn’t just vanished from our kitchen. His lack of fear irritated me more than the intruder himself.“You’re not even shocked,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “You saw what happened. You should be.”Thorne’s mouth curved, faint, unreadable. “I’ve seen enough devils in my life to know when another one arrives.”I let out a slow, deliberate laugh and stepped closer, my smile curling into something sharper. “Not devils, Thorne. The Obsidian Sons. I unleashed them already.” My chin tilted proudly, the words tasting dangerous on my tongue. “They are now mine to control.”His brows lifted only slightly, the knife lowering but never leaving his grip. “Yours?” he asked, as though testing the word, weighing the truth behind it.“Yes, mine.” My voice was silk over steel. “
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME Shared Powers Amongst Enemies
~Isla“Do not be afraid, Isla McRae.”The voice didn’t sound entirely human. It was smooth, low, each syllable carrying an unnatural precision, like metal grinding softly against stone.My body stiffened.Isla? McRae?The name tore through me like a blade, peeling back a part of me I thought I had buried long ago. No one here called me that. No one even knew it.“How….” my voice faltered as I tightened my grip on the gun, “how do you know that name?”The man’s body loomed in the half dark, tall and impossibly still. He wore the shape of a gentleman, yet there was nothing gentle about the weight of his presence.His head tilted, ever so slightly, like a predator humoring its prey.“You were never meant to erase what you are,” he said, tone even, unhurried. “Names don’t vanish, Isla. They endure. They wait, just as we have waited.”A shiver crawled across my skin. My heart pounded as if it wanted to escape my chest, but I refused to step back.This wasn’t just some stranger breaking in.
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME Return Of The Obsidians
~ThorneThorne’s grip tightened on the knife he picked from.the kitchen utensils. His stance was protective, broad shoulders squared, every muscle in his back taut as he shielded me.I stayed close, my chest brushing against him with each cautious breath, my own hand unconsciously resting on his arm for balance.The figure at the door didn’t flinch. He stood there, tall, composed, his features hidden in the veil of darkness. His silence gnawed at me more than any sudden movement would have.“Show your face, coward,” Thorne growled again, stepping forward, his tone low and dangerous.I pressed my lips together, my mind racing. My first thought wasn’t about the intruder, it was about Luna. Could this be her? Could she have found another way to play me? To hurt me? No, I told myself, she wouldn’t be so foolish… but then again, hadn’t she always been reckless? Always too eager to hold power she didn’t understand?“Speak!” Thorne barked, lunging forward another step with the knife raised.
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME The Unknown 2
~LunaI stood there, arms folded, as one of my guards crouched by the lock. The heavy chains groaned and clattered to the ground, the sound echoing against the cold stone walls.The iron smell of rust mixed with the faintest trace of blood, it had been days since anyone cleaned this room.When the last shackle clicked free, I stepped closer, my heels tapping a deliberate rhythm that I knew would taunt him more than comfort him. Raven raised his head slowly, his dark hair damp against his forehead, his chest rising and falling as though every breath were a battle. He hadn’t been beaten, I forbade them from touching him but the bindings alone had done their work. Restriction was its own kind of torture, and I liked to imagine the frustration clawing at him from the inside.“I’m so disappointed,” I sighed, circling him like a predator might circle prey. My voice was playful, but there was iron underneath. “To give you up for them, Katherine and her pack of mutts, it feels like I’m thro
HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME The Unknown
~ElenaThe clatter of utensils echoed softly against the walls of the kitchen. It felt strange, unnatural, almost that my hands were here, chopping onions and stirring a pot, instead of holding blades or sketching maps of battle. I had never imagined myself making food for him. For Thorne.The scent of garlic and simmering broth wrapped around me, warm and oddly comforting. Each stir of the spoon felt like I was stirring up old memories I’d buried, the days I used to dream of a normal life, a family untouched after getting married to a cool innocent man.Yet here I was, serving a man who was as guilty as the devil like some long lost wife who returned after exile.The door creaked behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know it was him, the weight of his presence filled the room, commanding as always.“Cooking?” His voice carried both surprise and mockery. “You never struck me as the domestic type, Elena.”I smirked, still facing the pot. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not suddenly auditio
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