Kiara:
I open my eyes and see that I am lying on an enormous bed that smells like fresh roses and vanilla. I feel a soft breeze from the window and hear the sound of the whirling wind from the chilly night, and I wonder how I got here.
I don’t realize how much my head aches until I sit up to take in my surroundings. Everything spins and I hold on to my head, which feels as if it will fall. The door to the room swings open, and Zane walks in dressed in a suit with a tray which contains a bottle of water, and some pills. In fear, I back away a bit, but his facial expression softens, and he approaches me.
“I had a feeling you will come down with a headache,” he says, and I take my hand off my head.
He places the tray on the nightstand close to me, then he gives me the glass of water, and pops the pill.
“Drink,” I say to him, and he chuckles lightly, taking a sip from the water.
Next, I grab the packet in his hand to be sure it is aspirin. When I have done all checks, I take the pill, and down it with a glass of water.
“Now that is done, you will wait for the maid assigned to you to show up and brush you up.” He says, and leans in to kiss my cheek, but I push him away quickly.
He gives off a short laugh, and then he grabs the tray to leave.
“You bought me to set me free, right?” I ask, standing up from the bed, and grabbing him from behind. He pauses with a smile spread across his lips.
“This is because I helped you, right?” I ask again, and he shakes his head in disapproval.
The door to the room opens and a blonde lady dressed in a uniform walks in. He gives her the tray in his hand and then he turns to me.
“Last time I checked, I bought you for a whooping sum of fifty million dollars, and we are not here for charity, are we?” he asks, and I swallow hard with fear crossing my face.
He grabs my hand and draws me close to him with my back to his chest. Then he runs his hand from the bottom of my thighs to the base of my pussy, causing me to quiver in fear.
“I own every inch of you now, and I will do with you whatever pleases me.”
His whisper in my ears sends chills down my spine, making me spiral in fear. He yanks off the hand of my dress, which is almost ripped, then he runs his hands on my cleavages.
“You are mine Kiara, matter of fact I bought you as a private whore and how you get treated depends on your cooperation,” he says, kissing my neck and pushing me away roughly causing me to land head down on the bed before he walks away.
As soon as he walks out, the blonde lady in uniform walks in again. This time she mouths a greeting, then she walks to the bathroom to prepare my bath without speaking further.
While she is there, I stay on the bed and cry my heart out until she is done.
“I would advise you to stop doing that because your stay here will be pretty long,” she says, startling me.
I pause my crying session and turn to face her.
“Wipe your tears, and take your bath because he will be back to have his fun,” she says, and then she leaves without giving me the opportunity to speak.
Fun? I question, swallowing hard.
****
After I have a bath, I return to see clothes laid out for me with no sign of the blonde lady.
I put on the transparent night wear which hugs my whole body, revealing everything I have, then I walk to the dresser to brush my hair. As I sit there, the words of Zane and the lady echo in my head.
My thoughts are cut short when Zane yanks the door open. He wears a robe that reveals a greater portion of his chest, and although his hair is messy, he looks handsome, but not for me. He is a murderer, and I can’t place my life in his hands.
“Hello, my precious,” he says, slamming the door shut, and walking up to me. I stand up from the dresser and face him, thinking of what to do in order to break free from him.
He holds my hair and takes it behind, then he leans forward to sniff me out.
“You smell just as I want my women to,” he says, and I push him off, spitting on his face.
“Watch your word, Zane, because I will not let you disrespect me in my pack!” I retort, and he wipes off my spit, then he bursts out laughing.
“The sooner you drop this Luna act, the better. He left you to rot, and I saved you, so you should be grateful to me. Do you know how many women would…”
“They are not me, so find them and leave me alone. I am leaving!” I say, and I walk towards the door. He grabs me at once, tossing me on the bed and getting on top of me.
“Now listen carefully,” he says, and I slap him across the face, causing him to press down on my throat. This angers my wolf, and she spreads her fangs out real quick, taking a huge bite of his hand, giving me an opening to kick him hard on his crotch.
“Ouch!” he screams in pain, and I push him off with the last strength in me.
Then I take to my heels as fast as I can. I have no clue on where I am going to but when I find the stairs; I am relieved. With great speed, I go down the flight of stairs, and I find the front door, which I don’t hesitate to go through. The moment I step out, I discover the compound is a dead end. It is a sprawling complex of interconnected buildings, walls, and gardens that form a labyrinthine pattern.
As I stand there, unsure of what to do, I hear Zane’s voice from behind.
“You should hope I do not find you, because I swear I will put a bullet through your fucking head!”
I take to my heels at once, trying to find my way around the maze, but after a while of running, I see I am surrounded by a group of armed men.
“Look, I know they auctioned me, but please I am still your Luna,” I say, pleading with them. They look at each other in confusion, and they laugh.
“This bitch is crazy,” one of them says, and I take that opportunity to run.
They groan aloud, and they chase me. About a few minutes of running, I come to a dead end of a tall brick wall decorated with ivy and roses.
I back away slowly, trying to size my chances of going over in wolf form, but then I bump into a hard rock chest, causing me to swallow hard.
“Last time I checked, we aren’t in a Bridgeton movie, and I am not helping you go over the wall,” Zane says, stabbing me with a needle.
I turn around to face him, and I collapse into his arms.
The moment our gazes meet, his eyes glow briefly, and a strange scent fills my nostrils. Then I hear the word “Mate” before I black out.
Zane:“None of this adds up,” I mutter to Rufus, my steps echoing in the hall.The reality of being a werewolf still feels like a dream, and knowing that Kiara is my mate only complicates things. A long-term relationship isn’t on my agenda, especially when all I can think of is making her pay for her father’s sins against my family.“What do I do?” I ask, my hand resting on Rufus’s shoulder.He starts to respond, but I silence him with a hand.“That’s it!” I shout, a brilliant idea forming in my mind.“The full moon is tonight, and mating with her will be simple. Then I’ll hold the threat of rejection over her if she tries to run,” I explain, noticing Rufus’s furrowed brow.His disapproval is evident, but it’s irrelevant to me. I’ve never been one to care much about others’ opinions.“The beauty of this plan is its foolproof nature. She’s experienced rejection before, so all I need to do is leave my mark, and we’re set,” I say, patting his back before walking the stairs.I walk to Kiar
Kiara:A scream tears through me as my eyes snap open, locking with the gaze of the blonde woman from yesterday. She screams as well, a reflection of my fear. I back away, but she seizes my hand and places a hand over my mouth.“Why on earth are you screaming!” she exclaims in a voice barely louder than a whisper, her eyebrows rocketing towards her hairline. I shake my head incessantly, hoping she will remove her hand from my mouth. The moment she does, I back up until my body collides with the headboard.With a hint of panic in her voice, she exclaims, “It’s six in the morning! Mr. Malibu is probably still asleep. Can you imagine the consequences if he were to wake up?” Her words linger heavily in the air as she paces nervously around the room.“I don’t see how this is my fault. Weren’t you the one trying to kiss me?” I counter. She halts in her tracks, spinning around to face me. Her face is a mask of bewilderment.“What?” she asks, her face scrunching up. “Ew!” she exclaims, and I s
Kiara:I don’t need to be told twice to get into the bathtub. I know I’m given ten minutes, but there’s no way I can take a bath in ten minutes, so I take my bath as fast as I can. Then I walk back to the room to see a dress laid out for me.It’s a deep blue color, with a fitted top and a long, flowing skirt. The dress has no sleeves and a modest neckline.“Do I really have to wear this?” I ask Ariana, who is standing rigidly by the door.She nods, and I let out a groan of protest. She glances at her wristwatch and says, “Ma’am, we are two minutes late, and…”“I get it,” I interrupt, rolling my eyes.I grab the gown and stride over to the mirror. As I remove my towel, Ariana gasps and quickly shuts her eyes. I ignore her reaction and slip into the gown. It fits perfectly on my upper body, accentuating my waist, while the skirt of the gown hangs perfectly on my ass.“Looks good,” I admit, giving a twirl in front of the large mirror.Ariana approaches me with a box and says, “he asked to
Kiara:Following my clash with Zane, I stride back to my room; the door slamming behind me in a burst of anger. Ariana is there, her face bright with a broad grin, eagerly awaiting feedback. But I ignore her, throwing myself onto the bed and repeatedly pummeling the pillow.“Ma’am,” Ariana says, reaching for my hand. She halts my assault on the pillow, and I turn to face her, my brows furrowed in irritation.“We should get you out of those clothes,” she says, and I exhale a sigh.I take a deep breath and decide not to lash out at her. She’s innocent in all this. The real foe is Zane Malibu, and I must keep my attention on him.As Ariana assists me in removing my dress, a thought occurs to me.“Ari,” I call out. Her eyes widen at the nickname.“Ye...yes, ma’am,” she stammers, and I scoff. I remind myself that she will have to get used to the shortened name.“When do you think Mr. Malibu will want to see me again?” The question lingers in the air, sounding out of place and revealing my
Kiara: “Argh!” I scream as I open my eyes to find Zane staring down at me. He chuckles, and I furrow my brows as he stands up from my bed. “I can see that I occupy your thoughts day and night,” he says, causing me to pull me to make a fist under the blanket. He strides towards the door before turning to face me. “An old friend of mine is in town. If your family has any hobbies besides murdering innocent people, then you surely would have heard of the great John Hilly.” Everyone knows John Hilly, and it’s exciting that I’ll get to meet him, but I can’t let Zane know how thrilled I am because he seems to take pleasure in draining the life out of me. “Why are you telling me this?” I ask, and he closes the door, walking towards me. “We’re having a private dinner with him, and you must behave!” he grits his teeth, then walks away. I slump back in bed, pulling the blanket over my face. ** Dinner with John Hilly arrived quickly, and once again, I find myself in front of the mirror,
Zane:If there’s one thing I despise more than Kiara’s pack, it’s taking someone else’s advice. Rufus is right, and this mate bond seriously messes with the mind. Kiara is attractive, but I’ve met other women who look twice as appealing, and all I can think about is how she looks without clothes.I want to hold her, rip off her dress, kiss those plump and juicy lips of hers, and make her moan my name all night.Fuck!I grab her hand immediately, pinning her against the wall, and I stare at her captivating figure. My body twitches with anger and my wolf howls in excitement, yet I know I can’t give in to its desires.“Smack me already if you will,” Kiara interrupts, breaking through my internal mind bugging struggle.I remember finding her voice annoying on the first day, but now there’s nothing I crave more than hearing her call out my name in a high octave of pleasure.‘Get a hold of yourself,’ I tell myself. Despite my inner conflict, I can’t resist. I grab her neck, tightening my gr
Zane:Those words sound like a dream, but I know my foster father better than anyone. He is ready to tear down my house for one night, and rebuild it the next day as long as he gets what he wants. I make a phone call for the gates to be opened and then I rush out of my room.When I get to the stairs, I see Rufus at the foot of the stairs.“Do you know the Godfather is here?” I ask, and he nods.I stare at him with my hands on my waist, and my brows arched. Then I go in for a punch, but he ducks.“I tried to tell you, sir, but you didn’t listen. I… I… am sorry,” he says, and I scoff, walking away.Lately, I find myself angrier, and I can’t tell if my workers are getting on my nerves or if it’s Kiara.As I reach the front door, the man who has shaped me into the person I am opens it, and we come face to face. He stands tall like he always does, and his feet look really strong. Wrinkles appear on his grey brows and his usual smile, which used to hang on his face, is absent, making way fo
Kiara:Of course I saw Gia standing by the door, and I needed Zane to say something demeaning about her. I saw her kiss him outside, and the way she was all over him got to me, no matter how much I don’t want it to.Zane marked me, and I can’t help what the mate bond is doing to me, and it’s his fault, so I have to make his life unbearable.“Gia, wait!” Zane calls out, but Gia slams the door hard in his face.Zane shoots me an angry look, but I ignore him and tuck myself into bed. He has a lot of explaining to do, and I’m ready to hear it. I can hear things from a distance if I want to, so I don’t need to get out of bed to hear their conversation. I lie tight in bed as I hear him running down the hallway after Gia. When he catches up with her, he tries to hold her, but she pushes him away.“All these years, I think the feeling is mutual. You have sex with me, Zane. I give up my virginity for you and I have seen no man for five years. I am twenty-three, and I never dream of any man but