CHAPTER ONE
POV: NAYA CROWLEY "You're fucking useless. All you seem to do is irritate me with that stupid face of yours!" She screamed at me. Milly, the Alpha's daughter, was in a terrible mood and I had been unlucky enough to walk past her while getting ready to clean the stables. Naturally, she had stopped me to pour out her frustration on me. "I'm sorry ma'am," I responded. I kept my head low making sure not to meet her eyes with mine. The last time that happened, she had given me a slap so heavy I had a migraine for weeks. "Don't apologize for being good for nothing." The full impact of her rage moved around me with potent energy strong enough to scorch me if I dared to step out of place. I stood still while my legs trembled slightly. "What's your name again slave?" She asked with a level of curiosity in her voice. "Naya," I said. "Naya Crowley." She paused to think about what I had just said. I couldn't see her expression but I knew it was cold. I could almost feel the cold lips of her gaze giving me icy kisses around my ample flesh. "Crowley? You're Alpha Arthur's daughter." She said without hiding the shock. I was used to people reacting that way when they discovered who I was. I should have learned a long time ago to start using another identity by now but I was too darn proud of my name to let it go. "Your good for nothing father got what he deserved. Your whore of a mother too!" I turned to her staring at her eyes with rage in mine. Her eyes immediately lost their fire in the face of my hard stare. I saw fear creep into her eyes for a few seconds and it was gone. "How dare you look at me." She said just as her slap hit my face. I stood still unmoving. Her slap stung me badly but I stayed planted on the spot without breaking my gaze from hers. Another slap hit me across the face then another. I stood still. She gasped at me unable to believe what was happening. I could tell easily that she was afraid even though she was trying hard not to show it. "You are nothing!" She yelled. I let my head drop facing the cold floor. If I was to have any chance of survival, I needed to be careful and keep my head down. That was the only way I was going to keep my head safely on my neck- and I would very much like my head to stay where it was. "Yes," I said in a low voice. "I am nothing." "You may have the blood of an Alpha coursing through your veins but it is tainted by the sins of your father. If I was you, I'd kill myself." She mocked. Milly looked like she had relinquished most of her fury just yelling at me and I could see she was exhausted. She knocked me out of her way, walking to where she had been going before stopping to remind me that my life was hell. I plopped on the floor drenched by the small puddle formed from the water I had put in the bucket for my cleaning. Now I would have to get a mop and refill the water. It took an hour to get the hall cleaned up then I resumed my journey to the stables. I knew the horses would be happy to see me since I was going there to make their home clean. Roger, the only stallion in the team, was mischievous enough to leave a big asf lump of shit for me to clean up. It was his way of pulling a massive joke on me. Sure enough, when I got there, I discovered Roger was being nice for a change which I appreciated. I could without having to scrap away shit that was strong enough to break the shovel in half. It took me three hours to get all the shit away then I moved to clean the toilet. I had to make a quick stop at the equipment room to grab the scrubs and brush I would need for the toilet. I turned heading for the hallway leading to the toilet when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I almost reeled over with the equipment in my hand. It took my entire strength to keep my feet from buckling. Ahhhhhhh! Shit. I staggered against the wall and leaned on it for support. It felt like my whole being was yanked away and thrown inside a big human-sized blender. My wolf shrieked from the agony we were both going through and the sound of her screams was painful enough to drive anyone insane. It was good the sound of her tortured scream was limited to the boundaries of my mind. I had felt this pain before a couple of times and each time it kept getting worse the more I tried to fight it. The last time I felt it, I had almost passed out in the market amongst the crowd of buyers. There was a faint scent of lavender filling my nostrils and I associated the scent with the pain I was going through because in every scenario I had been experiencing the pain, the scent had come to me too. I knew whose scent it was. The first time I got that particular scent was the day after my eighteenth birthday after hearing my wolf howl for the first time. The night of my eighteenth birthday was the awakening of my wolf. The scent had come to me the next day when I walked past Stormie- the son of the Alpha. That very moment, my wolf had told me that he was meant to be my mate. I argued with my wolf that whole day. Stormie was the most arrogant obnoxious human to ever walk the earth. Even though I had to admit he was the most gorgeous man alive, there was no way I would willingly give myself to him. He fucked anything on skirt and didn't care what anyone thought about him. He was the textbook definition of a playboy. I struggled to stay conscious through the pain but it only made it worse. Soon enough I could only breathe with the aid of my mouth as a substitute nostril. My wolf begged me to make it stop and I knew the only way to do that was to follow the scent which would undoubtedly lead me to Stormie. "Let's go then," I said to my wolf in a faint soundless whisper. I got to the passageway leading to his chambers. I had heard rumors about how he tortures or punishes anyone stupid enough to walk into his chambers unannounced. Yet, I pushed the door open and burst into the large room. Everything was done in an ancient Greek theatrical setting. This was the first time I was seeing the place and it was beautiful. I was so marveled by the beauty that I failed to notice the pain in my chest had reduced to a dull stab. The color of the columns merged well with the background and boosted the general ambiance. "You like that?" I paused. The voice had come from the inner room. It was unmistakable the voice of a man but there was something about it that made me feel like walking toward the door. "Oh yeah. I love it. Give it to me harder!" A voice squealed I jerked in shock. Why was I approaching the door to the room where these strange voices were coming from rather than going back to my job cleaning the toilet? I knew it was asking for trouble being there and I was about to make it worse by letting myself get caught. "Fuck!" The male voice yelled. "Bounce that ass on me." The door stood open. I was a few steps from the doorway. My wolf urged me to go on even though we were both aware of the dangers. Oh well, I thought. Then stepped forward.CHAPTER TWO POV: STORMIE WEST Samantha's ass bounced on my hard dick as I thrust violently into her with every strength in my body. She shook to the impact of it all screaming in the pleasure of my fucking. This wasn't lovemaking. No. It was brutal fucking. "You like that?" I asked choking her from behind. She loved it when I cut off her oxygen which was something I couldn't understand fully but I noticed how it made her moans intensify. She whipped her hair around weeping in pleasure. "Oh yeah. I love it. Give it to me harder!" I jammed my heavy dick deeper into her wetness. She choked on a moan from the impact of the slam and I could feel her body trembling slightly. The slight tremble increased to a rapid jerking and soon her whole being was convulsing in the spasms of an orgasm that exploded all around her. "Fuck!" Bounce that ass on me." I yelled. I was close to cumming. The reason I was about to cum wasn't because of the hot body I was fucking for the past hour.
CHAPTER THREE POV: NAYA CROWLEY What was I thinking? He had asked me to look at his dick and I did that. I was surprised at how big it looked yet it was beautiful. It looked like a monster blessed with irresistible grace. I imagined what it would feel like if I held it and grasped the power coursing through it. "Do you like what you see then?" he asked again. How do I answer that question? I didn't like what I saw; I loved it. But there was no way on earth I was going to say those exact words especially not to him. He was the last man on earth I wanted to have anything with and I had made a big mistake walking through the open door when he had ordered me to come in. I watched him with enough hatred in my eyes to destroy a whole planet. He seemed to be unfazed by it. "What the fuck is -" Samantha tried to protest but was stopped when he yelled at her saying, "Shut the fuck up or get the fuck out!" It took everything I had to hold back my laughter. I could still feel the sti
CHAPTER FOUR STORMIE WEST "Now tell me what the fuck you are doing here?" I asked her with a look of hate in my eyes that matched the one in her eyes. Her left eye was red and swollen from where I had hit it with my dick trying to force her to suck it. She deserved it as a souvenir for being so lousy. Her presence was starting to annoy especially since it came with the stupid vanilla scent driving me mad with anger. "Are you dumb or something? Speak up!" She flinched. I could see she was trembling slightly but I couldn't tell for sure if it was fear or anger. Or maybe both. "I lost my way." She finally managed to say. Samantha had turned to face us with a smile on her face. This was what she had been waiting for all this while. I wasn't sure who irritated me more between the slave girl and Samantha but if I had to pick blindfolded then Samantha would definitely get the boot. "Are you stupid or something? You lost your way heading to the toilet." I gestured to the clea
CHAPTER FIVE NAYA CROWLEY "We can't be mates. There's no way in hell I'll settle for a thing like you." He said as he started walking around me. Stormie was pacing around me in a small circle. He was so close to me that I could smell the cologne he used along with the faint yet undeniable scent of lavender that plagued my senses since finding out he was my mate. Then a thought came to me. He didn't want me and I sure as hell didn't want him either so what if I got him to reject me as his mate here and now? It was worth trying. "Then reject me," I said keeping my head down. I was hiding my expression from him for a reason. There was suddenly a gleam of hope in my eyes for the first time. He stopped abruptly. Samantha was still taking forever to get dressed while she watched what was happening with keen interest. "Naya Crowley of the Red Sentinel Pack, I, Stormy West, the future Alpha of the Twilight Pack, hereby reject you as my mate!" He said. I looked up that minute w
Episode 06Naya Crowley.I thought that everything will finally come to an end, don't mistaken it, I don't mean that my sufferings in this palace will end, that's never gonna happen but the pains I was feeling whenever Stormier fucks a girl.I couldn't understand what Stormier and Milly meant by I stole her Golden necklace? What Golden necklace?"We don't have all the time in the world to waste on you foolish thief!" Samantha shouted making me flinched."I don't take anything." I replied gathering all the confidence.Samantha crashed her palms on my face causing my whole body to vibrate, if slapping can be a part of me then I surely will be happy coz my face is used to getting slapped everything."Don't you dare lie? Bloody thief, I already knew that you went to Stormie's chamber for a reason and that reason was to stole my golden chin huh!" She shouted."Believe me I don't do anything of such, princess Milly, believe me I have nothing to do with any necklace I swear." I said."Don't
Episode 07Naya Crowley.To say I was shocked was understatement; I felt my body becoming weak and my eyes becoming blurry because of the tears pouring out.I watched as Samantha gave the necklace to Milly and Milly stared at it and showed to my face."What can you say about this?" She asked raising it up."I swear I don't..." She shut me off with a heavy blow that made my lips hurt, blood was gushing out and my hair scattered all over my face, some of the strangest gummed to my face because of the tears."Don't you dare try to deny it? After stealing her necklace you still have the guts to lie how dare you!" Milly yelled and pushed me to the floor, I landed my butts on the ground and it felt like my Skelton has been removed from my body.Maybe I was born unlucky.I was born to suffer.I was born to feel pains.Why is my life like this? Does the Moon goddess also sees me as bad luck? What have I done to deserve all this pains, sorrows, tears and a lot more than I can explain."I told
Episode 08Stormie's POV.I can't still get over the shock I received from that bloody slave, fuck Moon goddess, she caused all that insult to me for pairing me with a dirty girl like her as my mate, I thought rejecting her will pain her but the excitement I saw on her face gives me so much pains, I wanted to make her feel worthless and stupid but I guess her rejection makes me feel like I'm the worthless one here.I finally let Samantha go after giving her enough injuries in her ass.I finally get dressed and decided to check my father's chamber for daily reports since I'm not horny anymore, maybe just for now.As I arrived there, I heard him talking with Mom, somehow I felt I should have a little glimpse of what they were talking about, it might be something interesting."Samantha and Stormier are getting more along than we expected, what are we waiting for, let's get them married." I heard dad's voice, my mood changed and my facial expressions also changed, how can they be talking
Episode 09Stormie's POV."Let's go tell Mom about it." Milly said and pulled Samantha with her.I sighed, not know what to say or what to do? My head felt empty and my brain was shot down.I don't know why I care but I don't think I can tolerate this injustice.I knew she never stole the necklace, she never did.I walked to my room and laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I closed my eyes trying to get some sleep but each time I close my eyes, I see her in front of me naked, I can't forget her well captivating view, her curves, her soft breast though I didn't get to feel it but I'm sure they are as soft as loaf of bread, I will have to think of something, imagining the fake fantasy of that slave makes me horny, but I'm just not in the mood to fuck anyone, especially not Samantha, her name alone sounds disgusting to me, how foolish can she be to think that I of all people will marry her, even if all the women will end, she will be the last person I will make my wife.My dick was as