65. Last Chapter My ears heated up and tingles erupted all over my skin. This couldn't be? I can't believe it... I licked my lips and eventually sank my teeth in my bottom lip to see whether this was a dream or reality. Blush of warmth whipped on my visage. This was fucking real. What I was seeing was fucking real. Rogue Cordiero, the feared mafia boss of Russia was in front of me. He was smiling teasingly with a velvet box in his right hand. He was holding flowers with the left along with some papers that I couldn't comprehend. He strutted towards me, his speed lazy. My toes curled in tension when he paused a hand's distance away from me. He lifted the flowers with a lopsided smirk that set my heart aflame. I took them hesitantly, the scent of the fragile flowers flaring in my nostrils. "You've been through shit and lived your life for others so far. I want you to live it for yourself now, Kathrine Raynott. I know, you're young and there are many dreams you had over the years wi
1. Twenty years in a prison Kathrine's POVNo. Stop it. It's wrong. Please don't ruin me. I wanted to scream it on top of my lungs or until the words burst from my lungs. Except my mouth was painfully stuffed with a handkerchief and I could only manage a whimper or two as I quivered and tried to get away from the heavy man on my body.I had begged my father to not give me away. I held his feet and offered to do everything he would ask of me but this. Anything as diminishing as cleaning toilets with my bare hand without a scrubber. Only he kicked me away like a ball covered with dirt and asked the men of my so-called owner to take me to him. He turned his face to the other side when one of them spanked me between my legs for putting on a fight. My mother, too, didn't show so much as a flicker of emotion in her eyes when the other one connected his fist as big as my head with the right side of my jaw.My brothers, whom I have proclaimed as my saviors, didn't attempt to lift their ey
2. Freedom Kathrine's POV"Kathrine! Kathrine!" A voice cracked through my slumber and forced me out of the cocoon of warmth into wakefulness. "Kat, please wake up." I opened my eyes to the sight of my only friend and another victim at the hands of my family, Beverly. "Why are you here now, Bev? Has my brother had enough of you today?" I yawned and stretched my hand before becoming fully aware of my presence. Beverly's eyes lowered at my remark. Damn. Instant torrents of regret plummeted on my heart and I went on my knees to hug her tightly, apologetically. "I am sorry. Didn't want to remind you of the pain but..." Beverly is as helpless as me. More so she has become a plaything in my brother Aaren's hands. He demands for her as if he has a claim on her. Unfortunately, as I said, we are helpless. Just like my parents refused to help me, Beverly's mother, Bobby who's a cook in our mansion, doesn't mind if she's being (to put it in correct words) harassed by the Alpha's son. Rat
3. Abusive mate Kathrine's POV "Stop crying, Opal. It's of no use. Not that I blame you for anything." I told her, my heart growing stiff with her deflating emotions. 'I... I try, Kat. B-but dad and his anger. I don't want to die.' She said. Mine is the first case where the wolf was melting into tears of helplessness while I was assuring her of a good future. It's really not her fault though. Opal was never allowed to come out. She hasn't seen the world, much less understand how the elements and rules of nature work. She's been inside me. Heard through my ears. Seen through my eyes. In fact, it was I who told what our fate was going to be after our twenty-first birthday. "Ssh, you're making my pain worse." I whispered, bleakly attempting to calm her down. But even if she doesn't, I wouldn't be surprised. It is her right to mourn and feel pathetic. That's how I feel when I think about all the years I have survived in my so-called Alpha father's wearing out mansion. Storm R
4. King of the Bratva Rogue's POV I sat across from one of my old enemies, Rocco Elsionè, sipping from the glass of my drink. My boys thought he was here for a fight and got excited. After all, it has been two whole months since we last used our weapons and smelled the delicious scent of blood on our fingers. But the fucker didn't come with the intent to fight. No one would dare if you ask me. 'No one but you.' My wolf, Clover, claimed. 'Only you've got the lunatic bone in your body that makes you invade others' territories and instigate them for a conflict.'A grin spilled on my lips as I took another sip, watching Elsionè exhibiting the sample of powders he claims he's got shipped from Germany. "Just sniff this thing, Cordiero. One lick and you'll forget your worries." He scooped some on his forefinger and offered me. I continued to sit impassively. Elsionè forced a chuckle, "I ain't killing you today, Cordiero. Some other day maybe. Calm down." He remarked as if I was really
Warning: Adult 16+ content ahead! 5. All yours Rogue's POV "Rogue, I'm tired." Sabrina gasped for air, pushing a hand to my chest. I still turned her on her stomach and lifted her butt. Putting a pillow under her, I stroked her swollen red clit and shoved my dick inside her. Her cry fed my ears like a music chiming on a beautiful spring afternoon. That's it. Take me deep, honey. I licked her sweet butt and thrusted faster and deeper until I was hilt-deep. Sabrina caught my eyes in a club I had gone to deal with an enemy in his territory. She was his girlfriend. Don't think she was any happy. She used to be a stripper and met him in a strip club. She was infatuated by her first lover's feigned money and luxury. But once she was within the confinement of his bedroom, she didn't see daylight with gleaming eyes. Nor any stack of money he had promised her. That night when I went to meet the idiot, he had brought Sabrina along. She was going to be shared with clients. I interru
6. Red flagsRogue's POVI watched her fingers covering mine, her chest arching forward so I had her medium-sized breast in my palm."I hate being a Virgin, Rogue. I want to become a woman. Your woman. Please stake your claim on me." Nadya said in a voice she made sound needy.Except it put off all the tendrils of desires in me. I instantly withdrew my hand and pushed her aside. I stood up and dragged five deep breaths to calm myself down.I hate being touched like that. Or forced to touch someone like that. I am a man with a twisted head but that doesn't mean I'll fall for my cousin's attempts and make it a mess."Fuck off now, Nadya." I huffed, my hands now trembling in anger.Leonid, Nadya's father and my uncle had taught me some techniques I use today in my fights. He's my godfather. Unlike others, he stood by my side and supported me when I announced my future plans as a Bratva Boss after
Warning: Contains triggering scenes ahead. 7. Unbearable assaults Katherine's POV "Eat this, Kathrine." Asher said in a stern tone as I turned my head away. I was back in my room after spending four days in the hospital. The doctors suggested keeping me in for a few more days. My father, nevertheless, demanded them to discharge me because there was a lot left to learn and just a month left before my twenty-first birthday. "Come on, sweetheart," Asher carried the spoon of porridge against my lips. "Stop being so tough. You know you're weak and helpless. You have no one other than me who cares for you." I rolled my eyes and twisted my lips. Care for me. Bull shit. He attempted to set the strands of my wild hair away from my face when I slapped his hand away. "I told you to fuck off, didn't I?" I tried to keep anger out of my tone. I wouldn't do it usually in front of Asher. But the asshole has gotten permission from my father to discipline me if I misbehaved with him.