LOGIN(Zorya)I felt nothing, not even a shard of sympathy for that venomous woman who had raped Xalik for who knew how many times. Her screams echoed in this despicable place long after she was gone. A chaos had erupted all around us. People screaming, people being burnt alive, people trying to escape. And amidst it all I found Caliath on the ground, watching us with vacant and hollow eyes.He had not run and he had not screamed, nor had he shifted. He had simply watched as his sister was burned to ash, his face lacking any emotion, whatsoever. "Do it, I deserve it. I deserve worse. Burn me too," he whispered. Rumarian growled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated around the whole place. But he did not attack, knowing the truth. Instead, he turned away, his massive body lowered to the ground along with his great head. He spread his vast wing making a gliding pad for me to step down from his back. Carefully, I climbed down and patted his big head, feeling the rough skin under my palms
(Zorya)The light continued to pour forth.It wrapped around Xalik's naked torso like shining silvery threads, lifting him from the ground, cradling him, healing him and loving him. It bound us together with threads of pure affection and sacred feelings. Something that was only ours. The threads pulsed with every heartbeat. They sang with every breath, the song meant only for him while my screams were for others. I felt him, all of him, like I had never felt before. The world ebbed away, screaming and crying in the background. I didn't care. His fears and his pain. His desperate, burning love for me, his emotions and his torments. I felt everything in that moment. And I knew he felt me too.My terror along with my exhaustion. My agony and the overwhelming, consuming need for him."Zorya," he breathed with such gentleness. His voice was not just in my ears, it was in my blood, in my bones and in my soul."Xalik," I breathlessly murmured back. He stared at me, transfixed, his thre
(Zorya)*What have you done to her?” he roared. “What have you done? Let her go.” His voice thundered like a warning in every corner of Sunken Pit. Beside him, smiling a cold, cruel smile, was Canara. She had dragged him here like a chained animal so he could witness my punishment. To witness my shame.No….He shouldn't be here. “Ah,” Caliath darkly mused. “How kind of you to join us.”Xalik fought against the guards, against the tens of chains that held him, his corded muscles strained, his eyes blazing with a fire ready to burn everyone. I could see how the veins in his neck had stretched. “I will kill you,” he hissed. “And I will burn this place to the ground if you don't let her go.”The pain made it difficult for me to keep my eyes open or speak. “You will do nothing.” Canara's voice was sharp as a blade. “You will only watch what my brother has planned for her.”She gestured to the sentries, and they stretched his chains, binding them to opposite poles with his arms and legs
(Zorya)(Sensitive Content, read with caution)The sand was cold beneath my knees, my senses numb. The fear of the unknown had clutched my limbs. I had simply been pulled to the Sunken Pit like a piece of livestock being led to slaughter.And now I knelt in the centre of it, the sandy ground rough against my bare legs.At least Xalik was not there to witness my humiliation. I knew him; he wouldn't be able to bear it, and the burden of it all would turn him berserk. “You have been brought here to witness justice, to witness what happens when you cheat on your master,” Caliath's dark voice, lacking any emotions, echoed through the place. Murmurs and whispers followed. The atmosphere thickened with tension. Caliath's death grip grabbed my hair and savagely pulled, angling my head up. A scream died on my lips. “She thought she could go behind my back and fuck another slave. Slaves lined the perimeter; their expressions were a mixture of fear, pity and grim resignation for me. They
(Zorya)(The contents of this chapter can be disturbing for sensitive readers. Read with precaution.)He tossed the pendant away. His slimy hands forcefully held onto me. I tried to reach Xalik through the mindlink, but all I found was silent static on his end. Caliath grabbed my face, turning my face towards him; his body pinned me to place on the sofa. “How long? His choosing you after the Tournament of Brave Hearts wasn't to abuse you. Was it?” He glared at me with a fire burning in his eyes. I fiercely stared back this time. There was no escaping now. He knew our secret; there was no point in hiding. “Let Xalik go; do whatever you want with me.” Caliath scoffed, but that madness in his eyes told me his mind was calculating. “I am going to have fun with you. You hurt Ghastian; he wants revenge.” The goading curl of his thin lips told me that Ghastian was in full control of his mind. That real Caliath, the glimpse of him I got, was completely lost today. “Why don't we watch
(Zorya)Xalik left my room in the middle of the night, and I settled into bed to get some sleep. It was then that the door to my room was banged open, cracking against the wall, and none other than Canara entered like a swirling whirlwind. I was on my feet before I fully registered what was happening, my heart lurching into my throat.What was she doing here? She was viciously smiling. A smile that sent a shudder running through me. "What a clever little bitch you have been." Her voice gratingShe stepped inside, holding something in her hand. Scraps of paper. Her other hand reached out and viciously grabbed my hair as she shoved the papers in my face. The notes I had hidden beneath my bed. The messages Xalik had passed me through them. The heartfelt words we had shared.All of it was in her hands. My whole body trembled in her hold not because I was afraid she would punish me. I feared for Xalik. "Did you think I would not find them?" She jerked my head, her eyes savage. "Did yo







