His Sex Slave

‎They say time heals everything. ‎But time didn’t heal me. It only taught me how to survive.‎I stared at the silver-framed mirror hanging on the wall, my reflection blurred by a streak of dust. Same eyes. Same hollow stare. Same collar with the Light family crest pressing against my throat like a curse I couldn’t escape.‎They took everything from me.‎My mother. My sisters. My home in Springville.‎"Selene!" ‎His voice boomed again, sharp like a whip crack.‎Darius Light. The man who owned me. The man who destroyed my world and made me his personal slave.‎"Yes, Master," I answered, steady as always. As I turned to him, my heart didn’t listen—it raced.‎Twelve years, and I still couldn’t breathe right when he called. ‎But I wasn’t weak. ‎Not anymore.‎"Off with your panties!" Darius snapped loudly out of anger, pulling off his shirt. I kept trembling in fear, as my legs couldn't hold me up. I was sweating profusely even before the sex, hoping to scream and that someone would

‎Ethan’s face stayed strong, cold, and straight. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t say anything. Then suddenly, he smiled. It was faint, almost careless, like none of it mattered to him.‎“I’m not interested,” he said calmly, his voice steady. “Whatever happened to my mother is in the past. I have no reason to search for her killer.”‎The words made my chest tighten. I stared at him, studying his face, and I knew he was hiding something. No one hears a truth like that and dismisses it so easily. Darius looked furious at first, his eyes dark with anger, but as Ethan spoke, I saw his tension ease. His jaw relaxed, and the storm in his expression slowly faded.‎Darius walked closer to the old slave and leaned down to her ear. He whispered something I couldn’t hear. Ethan’s eyes never left them. Neither did mine. Whatever Darius said seemed to drain her completely. She went quiet, her body sagging as if the strength had been pulled from her.‎Darius straightened and signaled to the guar

‎"Welcome to where you belong," the driver said, stretching out his hand. His eyes were golden, more like a pure wolf from birth.‎"Where I belong?" His words echoed again in my mind like I’d missed something important.‎I shifted my gaze to Ethan, hoping to hear from him, but he kept quiet.‎"This is not where I belong," I said sharply, still staring at Ethan who was avoiding my eyes.‎My gaze shifted back to the driver. I took a quick glance at his lean build, expecting a clue from him too. But there was none.‎"Actually, I’m Andrew. People call me Andy," he said, shifting his hands closer, still hoping I’d reach out.‎My eyes scanned him from head to toe. He wasn’t very tall, just about up to Ethan’s height, but darker, with thick eyebrows.‎"Looks like we’ve got a newbie around!"‎A girl walked elegantly out of the house. ‎Her Curly brown hair danced around her beautiful face as she looked up at me.‎She looked beautiful, but fierce.‎"Let’s go in," Ethan said softly, stretching