PRISONER'S OF HIS DESIRE

We arrived at Moonshine Pack just as the sun was setting. The gates of the town were still open and our truck and car drove directly to the Alpha's Villa. I would have done anything to escape my present situation. Even if it means killing Damon. But I could not escape, for I had no doubt whatsoever that my mother would suffer horribly for it, and my mother had suffered enough at the hands of Damon D'Angelo. I was almost numb with despair as I mounted the stairs to the great hall. Damon had not lied when he talked about the number of moonshine pack werewolves. They look strong and muscular, armed, and in great multitude. The inside of the great hall was filled with tables and chairs set for the evening meal, the wall displaying Alpha Gwen's wealth in useless weapons of polished silver and gold, most encrusted with fine jewels. Omegas were in abundance. One or more to serve each guest, but Alpha Gwen did not waste his money. Their clothes were nearly rags, their bodies none to

A laugh bubbled up in my throat but came out as a soft wail. What would Damon do now? This is not my fault, is it? If I had not refused...but how could I know a little defiance would kill him? Was he truly dead? I would not touch him to find out. Even now, the thought of touching him seemed repugnant to me. Yet, someone had to find out. Out of fear, I leaped out of the bed, ran for the door, then out into the hall, and right into Damon's chest. "You are fleeing your marital bed just as I thought," he said with marked displeasure. "I know you planned to run away. This won't happen. You will go back in there and -.' "He is dead, Damon!" I blurted out. Damon's hand squeezed my hand painfully for a while. He then released one and dragged me back into the chamber with the other hand. He went straight to Alpha Gwen's side and put his head on his chest, and his expression was dark when he finally looked up at me. "Why do you kill him?" "Me! No. I didn't do anything," I yelled back a

Baron's POV. "Get out! I don't need your help to rape this man. Just send me Moana to revive him." Those were the exact words that I heard as I regained my senses. I did not open my eyes. I had been a man of war for too long to give away such an advantage. A second later, I heard a door shut, and everything became silent. What on earth did she mean? Females don't rape. How could they? Maybe she wasn't referring to me. Probably a kind of jest. No more than that. I was alone for the moment, but I was sure that the screeching female would likely be back soon. How soon is what I don't know. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Candles glow from the middle of the room, casting a luminous light around me. Pain sliced through my head as I turned to stare at the door. And this made me close my eyes and be still for a moment. I know I was on a soft bed, and this realization kind of made me feel at ease. After all, a bed, no matter how small, is better than being thrown into a

"I must have a child, and it must be conceived immediately. Your eyes and hair look like my husband's own, and that was the reason why you were chosen, for this child must look like him." I paused my speech, inhaled deeply, and then resumed, "So we must make love tonight, and the next, and the next until your seed is planted inside of me. I like this no better than you, but I have no choice, and neither do you," I said, dropping my gaze to the bed because I was ashamed to watch him as I explained the horrid situation to him. His chain rattled, but I would not look towards those expressive eyes of his. Instead, I took hold of the sheet covering him, flipped it to the end of the bed, and then watched it slither to the floor. My eyes were then drawn to his loins and widened to their full roundness. There, truly, was the monstrous weapon I had heard tales of. It lay soft and still in a bed of golden curls. A growl came out of his throat when I was done with my explanation. And this ma

Baron's Pov "Thank you." I could never forget those words nor will I forgive them. I recalled them again and again in those next days while I lay chained to that bed. She had collapsed onto my chest and I felt tears splashing into my skin. She didn't find any pleasure in the lovemaking but she got what she wanted. And after sobbing for a while, she looked into my bloodshot eyes and muttered, "Thank you." And my hatred of her had increased tenfold. Her servant arrived to tend to my wound, and she clucked her tongue over what I had done to myself. I watched as she cleaned the blood-encrusted lump on my head and then attended to my swollen ankles and wrists. I was too devastated and no longer cared, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be deep in sleep. As soon as she was done and left, the man came in and then stared at the blood and my seed that were still wet on my loin with an odd mixture of satisfaction and fury. "I was informed that you fought her. Good, hearing otherwise