MasukChloeI sat on the edge of the large bed in the guest suite, my hand pressed against my left ear. The room was silent, but my head was full of voices. Through the tiny device in my ear, I was connected to the brothers’ house. Rex had done something high-tech; he had hacked into the temple’s security or used a hidden camera near the High Priest. I was watching it all on my phone, which somehow was also connected to whatever Rex and his brothers were using to watch. I saw Black. I saw the greedy look in his eyes when he said he wanted my life. No remorse. A sharp ache of betrayal filled my chest. Did I think Rex and his brothers were lying when they said this was what Black wanted to do with me? No, I didn't think so. But somehow, I wished it could all be a lie. "Did you hear that?" Rex’s voice came through the earpiece. It was low, like a vibrating hum. "I heard it," I whispered. My stomach felt like it was full of ice. "He doesn't even see me as a person. He’s talking about
Black The corridors of the High Priest’s temple were cold, smelling of old incense and damp stone. I walked with a bounce in my step that I hadn't felt in weeks. My chest was out. My head was high. I felt like a man who had just found a chest of gold buried in his backyard. Oh yes, I did. I found a treasure. A lost treasure. I found the High Priest in the inner chamber. He was sitting on a carved wooden chair, his eyes closed, looking like a piece of ancient furniture himself. He didn't open his eyes when I entered, but I knew he heard my boots on the floor. He knew exactly who just came in. "She is back," I said, my voice echoing off the high ceiling. The old man didn't move. "Who is back, Alpha?" "The girl," I snapped, feeling a bit of my patience slip. "Chloe. The one we were going to use for the original plan. She’s back, and she is in the palace as we speak." The High Priest opened his eyes then. They were milky, like two marbles. He looked at me for a long time befo
ChloeIt was Rex. Although he and his brothers had different tones, sometimes their voices sounded so much alike it was scary. "It's Black," I whispered into the mirror. "What's up with him?" another voice asked. That was Rain. I could hear the hate in his tone. He didn't even try to hide how much he disliked me. Did I care? Yes, I did. "He... I think he wants us to have sex," I said. "Sex?" Rex asked. Then, "Isn't that what you do for a living?" Rain snapped from the other side of the comm device. I could practically see him rolling his eyes through the speaker. "Rain!" That was River, warning him to shut up. "What?" Rain muttered. "She’s been fucking him for free this whole time. Now is the time to fuck with a purpose." "Ignore him, Chloe," Rex’s voice came through, steady and calm. I already ignored him. If I didn't, I would walk out of that door and never look back. "What do you want to do?" Rex asked calmly. "I don't know," I said, my voice rising in panic.
Chloe.The car sped toward the palace, and every bump in the road made my heart climb higher into my throat. I sat in the backseat, staring out the window at the dark trees passing by. I looked like a woman returning home, but inside, I felt like a lamb walking straight into a slaughterhouse. I reached up and touched the small gold stud in my left ear. It looked like a normal earring, but it was my only lifeline in this den I was entering. It was a tiny communication device given to me by Rex. On the other end, miles away, the three brothers were listening to every breath I took. How did I get here? I thought to myself. I still couldn't believe it. Black—the man I had loved and cherished, the man I thought was my ticket to the top—had intended to kill me? He didn't want me? Not for the reasons I thought he did? This man saw me and he saw a sacrifice. He intended—or still intends—to rip the life out of me to give himself a wolf. Every time I thought about it, my skin crawled.
Debbie The white room felt like a cold, porcelain tomb. I lay on the bed, my skin nearly as pale as the silk gown they forced me to wear. Every time I breathed, the fabric brushed against my stomach, reminding me of the emptiness there. The silence in the room was so heavy it felt like it was crushing my ribs. The heavy door creaked open. I didn't turn my head. I knew the sound of those footsteps—slow, deliberate, and dragging. It was the old woman. She had been coming for days, a shadow in the corner of my nightmare. She lacked the cruelty of the guards, but she had a cold, hard honesty that was almost worse than the guards'. She set a wooden tray on the bedside table. The smell of broth made my stomach churn. "King-maker," she said, her voice like dry leaves rubbing together. "Your food is here. You cannot keep starving yourself." "Stop calling me that," I whispered. My throat felt like it was filled with broken glass. “King-maker,” she called again, like she didn't just hear
Black I stood outside the heavy doors of the guest wing, my hands balled into fists. One of the palace maids stood before me, her head bowed, trembling as she gave me the news. "She won't eat, Alpha," the girl whispered. "She pushed the tray off the bed. She hasn't touched a drop of water since... since the procedure." I felt a vein throb in my forehead. Gosh! Debbie was a lot of work. This girl would do everything to make my life difficult. It was this same report every given time. I paced the hallway, the sound of my shoes echoing like gunshots against the marble floor. Wasn't I the one who should be angry? For the sake of peace, I was the one who had to deal with the fact that my wife had been carrying another man’s child—a bastard that didn't even have my blood—while she was under my roof. And yet, she was the one playing the victim. She was the one acting like her world had ended. "I don't care if she wants it or not," I growled, turning on the maid. "If she refuses to open
Rain.I was on the phone with Rex, and he was asking how things were going.It was at that moment that I felt Debbie step out of the room, and I turned.My eyes—they refused to leave the sight they had caught.Holy fuck! I cursed inwardly.There she was, in a black gown that…Fuck.Look at those hi
Rain.“Should I please give you what a goddess deserves?” I asked, as I lined my finger slowly along the soft flesh.“Ah.” A short moan escaped her mouth.I watched her eyes—the beautiful grey eyes slowly turned amber. Fuck yes.She was aroused, and those eyes, they didn’t lie.I leaned towards her
Debbie.He spread my thighs further, my shirt curled up in a small pile below my abdomen.Then, I saw him leaning down.Wait, was he—“Stop,” I said before I could register the word.He paused, arching his brow questioningly.“I… I… I don't think I want us to… uhm, that's…” I stuttered, unable to f
Debbie.What?Did he just say they should trash them?“Rain. Why? Why should they trash the clothes?” I asked.His hand flew to his hair, scratching irritably.He turned to me, arching a brow. “Really, Debbs? You really asking me that? Like… can't you see why?”I frowned. I didn't even understand w







