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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 💋Lyra’s POV"Ava!" Briane gasped, staring at her soaked clothes. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth trembling like she couldn’t believe what had just happened.I opened my mouth too, stunned for a second. Then I shut it quickly, biting down a smile. I hadn't expected Ava to actually go through with that—to throw water on her like that. And honestly? I’m loving every second of this..."What?!" Ava scoffed, stepping forward. "Are you surprised? You weren’t expecting it, right? Same way I wasn’t expecting it when you snitched on me.""What are you saying, Ava? Snitched?" Briane’s voice was trembling. Her eyes were already filling with tears. "Why would I snitch on you? About what?"I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched the whole scene play out like a sweet movie. But nothing prepared me for what happened next...Ava raised her hand and slapped Briane hard across the face. My mouth dropped open in surprise as Briane’s head snapped to the side, a t
Ava's POV I thought it was going to be easy. I really did. I thought I just had to pretend...to smile when he smiled, obey when he barked orders, play the role of a loyal little maid. I thought if I stayed quiet, kept my head low, and acted like I belonged here, I'd be free soon. Maybe in a few days. Maybe a week. But everything changed the moment Ashlen opened that door. The moment I stepped in and saw Alpha Darien lying naked on his bed like a goddamn monster waiting to be fed. His cock stood tall and hard, and his smirk deepened the second our eyes met. He rested his head on one hand like I was some toy delivered to his bed. I froze by the door, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I wanted to turn and run. My stomach twisted in disgust as bile rose in my throat. How could I forget? How could I forget that as long as I was still here…he would keep using my body like this? Fuck. I hate this. "You need to enter now," Ashlen said from behind me. I blinked fast, forcing my
Ava's POV I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft morning light slipping through the curtains. The sheets beside me were empty. My hand moved over the spot where Thorne had lain the night before, still warm. He wasn’t here. A strange ache bloomed in my chest. He stayed with me all of yesterday... even through the night. We had talked for hours, and we had even slept together in my room. Fuck. I miss him already. I had enjoyed every moment with him and we had talked about many things. He said he'd bring the poison to my room when next he's coming and I won't deny the fact that I was still scared but I remember the old man’s warning that I should do anything my mate tells me. If this is the only way to be free...then I have to do it. Hopefully, I'll be free soon. Just the thoughts made my mood lit up. I pulled the covers off and sat up, my body still sore, but the pain in my back had dulled to a small sting. I could tell the Alpha was around—when he was near, the pain
Ava's POV My stomach twisted violently, the nausea curling deep in my gut like a storm refusing to settle. But then...I looked at Thorne, at the tiredness in his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and he looked like he'd aged ten years from worry. There were dark shadows under his eyes, his shoulders drooped with exhaustion, and the lines on his face were deeper than I remembered. It was like watching someone carry the weight of an entire world on their back. And something fierce lit up inside me. How long had he been holding all this in? How long had he been planning in silence, carrying this burden all alone just to keep me safe? I hated that. I hated that he was hurting because of me. I hated this pack. This house. This life. I hated every damn thing in this world. And I…I’d rather burn than watch him suffer any longer. “I’ll do it,” I whispered before I could stop myself, the words escaping my mouth. Thorne’s eyes widened in panic, his body tensing like I’d sla
Ava's POVI looked at Thorne, and all I could see in his eyes was pain;deep, quiet pain that he tried so hard to hide from me. And I hated it. I fucking hated it. My chest clenched just watching him pretend to be okay when I knew he wasn’t. How much was he keeping inside? How many times had he swallowed his screams just to stay strong for me?I wished things were different. I wished we were just normal—two people in love, free to be with each other, to laugh, to argue, to kiss under the stars without fear. But fate didn’t want that. No, fate had other plans. Ugly, cruel plans. And now we had to fight it together. Or die trying. I took a deep breath, feeling the sting in my back with every movement, but I pushed through it. I had made up my mind. No matter how much it hurt, I would survive. I had to...because I loved Thorne. I really, truly loved him. And it still surprised me how fast I got attached to him, how quickly he became the reason I kept breathing.“Thorne…” I called softly.
Ava's POV "Don't give up, Ava...survive." I heard a familiar voice and i turned slowly as my eyes met with the old man. He was standing there, but this time without his stick. “No... I don’t want to,” I whispered, shaking my head, tears filling my eyes. My fingers trembled as I raised the knife, the blade facing my stomach. “I’m tired... I’m going to kill myself.” I closed my eyes tightly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I just wanted it to end. Nothing...no one...could stop me this time. “Ava...” My eyes fluttered open. My heart slammed into my ribs as I saw my mother standing beside the old man, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mom..." My voice cracked. The knife slipped from my hands and fell to the ground as I stared at her. “I’m sorry, Ava,” she said, stepping closer. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry you had to go through all this. But please, don’t give up. You deserve to live. You deserve a happy life where there’s freedom.” Her voice...it was soft, just like I