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Hiiii, it's the author here. Thanks for checking out my book but before you venture deeper, note that this book contains mature and graphic material that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers, including: * Physical abuse and torture * Sexual assault * Psychological manipulation and emotional trauma * Slavery, captivity, and power imbalances * Non-consensual control and punishment * Themes of dehumanization and recovery from trauma This story is not suitable for all readers. If you are sensitive to these topics, please prioritize your mental well-being. Take breaks, skip scenes, or step away if needed. You matter more than the plot. But know: this world does not spare the weak. But...if you're still here? Welcome to the angst club, babe. 😈 Grab your tissues, emotional support snack, and maybe a hot werewolf or two. You might scream at your screen, clutch your pillow, or send me emotionally-charged comments at 2 a.m. I’ll take all the abuse...just know I warned you...Things are about to get dark, messy, and so addictive. 😘 Now grab your tea (or wine, no judgment) and let’s get into the rollercoaster ride together 🔥 Love and chaos, The Author 💋Thorne's POV She didn’t say anything, and for a terrifying second, I thought she was gone. But then I felt her pulse—slow but steady—and realized she was just sleeping. My shoulders sagged with relief, though it did little to quiet the guilt burning in my chest.I shouldn’t have saved her. I know that. If anyone had seen me, especially Darien—it would've been over. For her. For me.But the moment I saw her falling my wolf had lunged without hesitation. Just like last time. We couldn't stand by and watch her break, not again. Not when we could stop it.I sat at the edge of her bed, staring down at her. She looked so small, so fragile. Like a porcelain doll someone had tried to smash. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, jaw clenched tight.I want to protect her. Goddess help me, I want to throw everything away and shield her from every cruel thing in this fucked-up world.Damn Darien. Damn him for doing this to her—for making me complicit in her pain.I stood and locked her door, c
Ava's POV I entered into the room Lyra shared with Mira, Lyra was on the floor, her body curled inward, trembling as sobs wracked her small frame. Karen sat beside her, rubbing soothing circles into her back, whispering things I couldn’t hear.“Lyra…is it true?” I asked, my voice barely more than a breath.Lyra’s head snapped up. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swollen from crying, and filled with panic. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward me, her fingers clamping onto my hands so tightly it hurt.“Ava, can you do something? They’re taking Mira away from me.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t even know where they’re taking her to. Do something! I’ve never been away from my sister before. How will I survive? How will I survive in this cage they call a house? They should just kill me instead of taking my sister away from me!” She dropped to her knees with a gut-wrenching wail, pounding the floor with her fists.I stood there, frozen. My throat closed up as I watched her fall apart. I wante
Ava's POV Running. I kept running. No, no, no. I can't stop! I can't let him get to me! He'll tear me apart if he gets to me. "Stop, bitch." I heard his roar coming from somewhere in the bush but I dare not stop knowing what I would go through if he catch up with me. My breath came in desperate, wheezing gasps. Each inhale felt like fire—my lungs straining, my chest aching. My bare legs burned with every stride, the skin raw and torn from thorn bushes and jagged rocks. The forest floor was merciless. Every step left a trail of pain and blood. He was going to smell it. Dammit. "Ava." I heard a distant voice but I didn’t stop, didn't even glance back.. I could already hear him closing in—branches snapping under his heavy steps, the low growl building in his throat. I wasn’t going to make it. He's going to smell me from afar. It was useless running. Still, I ran. The trees blurred around me. My vision tunneled, black creeping at the edges. My knees buckled, but I f
Content warning: Hiiii, it's the author here. Thanks for checking out my book but before you venture deeper, note that this book contains mature and graphic material that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers, including: * Physical abuse and torture * Sexual assault * Psychological manipulation and emotional trauma * Slavery, captivity, and power imbalances * Non-consensual control and punishment * Themes of dehumanization and recovery from trauma This story is not suitable for all readers. If you are sensitive to these topics, please prioritize your mental well-being. Take breaks, skip scenes, or step away if needed. You matter more than the plot. But know: this world does not spare the weak. But...if you're still here? Welcome to the angst club, babe. 😈 Grab your tissues, emotional support snack, and maybe a hot werewolf or two. You might scream at your screen, clutch your pillow, or send me emotionally-charged comments at 2 a.m. I’ll take all the abu
Thorne's POV "Don't you dare!" I growled as I watched one of the guards raised up his hand to hit her. Before I could say anything more, I realized Ava's body slipping toward the floor. I shifted into my wolf form and darted to her before she collapsed on the stone on the floor and shifted back into human as her head fell on my laps. Her skin—gods, her skin was ice-cold. Her lips were dry and cracked, cheeks smudged with dirt and blood, and her once-bright eyes were closed. My heart stopped, breath catching painfully in my throat. I clenched my jaw, holding back the roar rising in my throat. My fingers brushed the blood at her temple, sticky and fresh. Suffocating rage consumed me. I could hear it—my heartbeat thundering in my ears, faster than it ever had before. Who did this to her? Who the fuck let this happen? I wanted to tear them apart. Every last one of them who’d hurt her. Every single person who’d touched her, who’d laughed while she bled, who let her suffer—I wanted the
Ava's POV A WEEK LATER I was beyond happy as I watched the marriage ceremony of Alpha getting married. It felt like a dream when Briane and the other maids had said it days ago...I found it hard to believe because it felt too true to believe until Alpha Darien had announced himself that we should start preparing for the ceremony. That moment had almost knocked the wind out of me. I remember just staring at him, frozen in place, barely able to process his words. I was still healing from the last punishment—my back burned with every step—but the pain paled in comparison to the spark of hope that lit up in my chest. And he hadn’t sent for me since then, and I had really been grateful for that. I had thrown myself into the preparations willingly, doing more than was asked. And now, here I am. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, half-hidden behind the marble pillar of the archway, eyes fixed on the sight in front of me. He’s standing beside her...His bride. Her name is Alina. I