Dirk pov
The tech team sets off the alarm and opens the gate. I watch as our hunters run back in rows like a horde of frightened wild rabbits. How dare they call themselves hunters; how dare they claim to be part of my beautiful Alliance when they have left the battlefield? All I see are the faces of cowards, low life forms, and people not worthy of belonging to us. A disgrace.
The only real problem I see with the situation is that I don't see the blood-read hood. Usually, when Enya returns, she always holds the hood over her face so I can notice her arrival, but not this time. I leave the techs behind and head to my office. A hunter will come to me, explain what happened, and hopefully give me a valid reason why they decided to retreat.
As usual, I am right. There is a knock at my door, and a young woma
Enya povI wake up with severe pain in my side. I want to scream, cry, or even hiss in pain, but my father's voice echoes in my head and reminds me to hide everything I feel. I can't show any emotions or feelings. If I give in to my primal instincts, I will become weak. I tear open my eyes and feel that nothing has changed. The darkness that surrounded me a moment ago still surrounds me. The best guess would be that I woke up in the middle of the night. I lie still wherever I am- this is not my home or my room. It doesn't smell like leather, sweat, or the metallic scent of silver. Instead, I'm surrounded by a strong odour of oak trees and orange peel. Until now, I thought I was the only one whose room had a specific scent to it, but as it turns out, I couldn't be more wrong.Slowly I try to sit up; perhaps this will help me to perceive my surroundings. I'm not trapped,
Vincent povShe is frightened; I can see it by the look in her eyes. I'm not quite sure if she's afraid of me, of what might happen, or of the unknown. If there's one thing I know about women who join the Hunter Alliance, it's that they only accept virgins for some reason. I don't understand their intentions behind the requirement, but it is what it is. No wonder this woman blushed as soon as I mentioned sex and stared at me like a scared rabbit. Not going to lie; I kind of enjoy the look on her face. She's like a cornered animal trying to escape the predator. Now, look how our roles have reversed; she's no longer the hunter- I am. And if I wanted to, I could do unimaginable things to her body. With my knee, I push her legs apart and position myself between them. Just for fun, I grind against her a little. Not that I want to force her to have sex with me, but for the sheer enjoyment of her frightened state, I all
Enya povI struggle to pretend to be asleep. I keep my eyes closed and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. As his breathing slows, I sit up and wait a moment. I need to make sure he's fully asleep before I do something I might regret. I get up and move to the side of his bed. The faint hint of moonlight illuminates the dark room, my eyes linger on his face, and I wonder how a monster can look so incredibly peaceful. "How can someone so vile look so handsome?" I think to myself as a strange feeling of warmth spreads through my body like wildfire. Silently, I scold myself. I came here with a goal in mind, but now I'm acting like a teenager who doesn't know what she wants but won't give up until she gets something.I let out a breath, and in my right hand, I grip the knife I sna
Vincent povI look down at her and trace her curves with my eyes. My dick is harder than ever- to feel her ass press against me makes me want nothing more than to shred what she's wearing and take her like I'd take a bitch. The mixture of fear and confusion in her eyes excites me more than I am willing to admit out loud. Our kiss is deep, far too passionate to feel real. My tongue explores every corner of her mouth, and I could swear she moans into the kiss. I shift my weight as I lean on my right arm. I move my left hand down her side to her leg and pull it up. I dig my fingers into her leg and slowly grind against her as our lips part. My eyes catch a glimpse of her flushed cheeks; her lips are parted, glistering from the kiss. I want to ravish her, bury myself deep inside her and show her how a real man loves a woman. I regret the promise I made to myself; I regret all the times I claimed I wouldn't sleep with
Enya pov Today, the pain in my side is not the only thing for me to complain about. The idiot cuffed my hands, kissed me like no one ever has, and carried me to the sofa. Well, thanks for nothing; no wonder everyone calls you a goddamn animal. I curse under my breath and try to free myself. I'll jump out the window if that's what it takes for me to break free. I probably look like a turtle as I try to roll around and get to my feet, but I don't care. There could be an entire audience watching my struggle, and even then, I wouldn't care. My soul almost leaves my body when I look at the bed and notice the outline of what looks like a body under the sheets. Cautiously, I move closer and have to restrain myself from bursting out laughing. There's a pile of pillows and a sheet thrown over them. I scan the room, it doesn't look like anyone, but I have been here for an hou
Vincent povThis woman, she is impossible. Sure, some of her ideas about nicknames were both offensive and hilarious, but for the most part, they were impossible to digest. I told her not to play games around me because I take no responsibility for Damian's actions, but she does everything to throw him another challenge. The words he hurled at her excited us both. Something about this human invites us to get a taste of her, but we both know how wrong that'd be. I tower over her and close my eyes as I fight my wolf. He wants to get out and show her who's in control, but I can't let him. "If I see you near that damn window again, I'll throw your ass in the cells and leave you to rot among the fucking rogues. Think twice about your next escape attempt because I'm not going to treat you like a child. You are a grown woman, so act like one, damn it!" In the heat of the moment, I punch the wall right next to her head. I don't bother to stay around and l
Enya povHe left, not even bothering to take off the handcuffs. I want to get out of here, but to do that, I have to come up with a plan to stay two steps ahead of him. This man, Vincent, is impossible. It's like he can sense when I'm up to something.I sit down on his bed, suppressing the fear that creeps up on me. He could come back at any moment, but I have made myself comfortable in his bed. Besides, my hands are cuffed, and technically it would be challenging to fight back if he attacked. I have no weapons and no advantages on my side. To win, I must first earn his trust. Only then can I strike when he least expects me to try to escape. I wonder how my father is and if his health has deteriorated due to stress. I'm sure they'll come after me; the tattoo I got guarantees me their utmost loyalty. If someone from the Alliance was captured by the w
Enya povWhen I open my eyes, all I see is complete darkness. The stench of rotting flesh and fresh blood rises to my nostrils.The place reminds me of Aaron's playroom, as he calls it. The guy is a complete maniac; inflicting pain and experimenting on living subjects is his favourite hobby. When he joined the Alliance, no one took him seriously until the leaders discovered his mild obsession with rotting flesh. Since then, he's been the go-to guy when it comes to torture- I have seen shifters of all ages survive up to ninety days in his chambers. The result was always the same at the end of the day- the hunters carried out a pile of corpses.A slight smile spreads across my lips as I think of our memories together at Alliance headquarters. Maniac or not, Aaron is a fun guy, and at one point, my father t