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The Dhwlarians
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2026-09-06 00:14:01
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Slave to the Savage Alpha His Unfiltered Obsession
(Zorya)As if that was somehow on my hands to come back. Resort? I didn't want to go to any damn resort where he would rape me daily. I stayed quiet, watching the moon-kissed mountains and ignoring his slimy hand on my leg. He closed the partition between the driver and us. “I know, this must be terrifying for you. But you will return, and you will be a different person. Stronger, more accepting of the harsh realities of this world.” What? What was this man even rambling about? Harsh realities? Slavery was a choice. Maybe I didn't know his complete story, but he became this person—a slaver. “I will never accept slavery or abuse,” I quietly said, not wanting to anger him but also not completely abandoning my voice. His firm fingers tightened on my thigh. His other hand grabbed my face so I could stare into his obsessive eyes. “You think you have a choice?” His nostrils flared at me. “I have a choice to determine right from wrong even if I have no say in it.” He scoffed, a smil
Slave to the Savage Alpha Goodbye Sunken Pit, For Now.
(Zorya)My sudden emergence worked. Hadis was holding Ashlia's shoulders. Seeing me exit the bathroom, he let her go and hurriedly took a step back. Those pained expressions were masked with indifference. “Be ready. I will come back in half an hour to fetch you,” he said disinterestedly to me. Throwing one last pleading look at Ashlia, he left the room while clicking on a small device he was holding. The door closed, and Ashlia collapsed on the bed with a tired sigh. I gestured with my eyes and hands to ask what that was all about.She shook her head, and I understood she wasn't ready to speak about it. “He brought you clothes; get ready.” Quietly, Ashlia helped me dress up. Instead of a white gown, Caliath had sent a pastel green wrap dress which could be tied around my waist with a belt. There was also lingerie and, to my utmost surprise, a pair of white slip-ons. Tears almost slipped out of my eyes when I saw shoes after such a long time. Quickly, I put them on. Not only were
Slave to the Savage Alpha A Chance to Start Over
(Zorya)After our meeting, I had a few hours before we needed to leave. I wanted to speak to Ashlia. Caliath let me go but held Xalik back. “Don't tell anyone about the Hunt. Not even Ashlia. Just tell her you are going away with me for a few days,” he warned, and I nodded with a gulp. “Hadis will bring the clothes you need to wear. Be ready within the hour.”I rushed to the Clinic with Jazian. Ashlia and Rami were in the infirmary, arranging medicine and smiling with each other. “Ash!” Painfully, I called her out. Her beautiful smile vanished at the sound of my anguished voice. She rushed towards me, holding my arms. “What happened?”“I am going away for a few days with Alpha Caliath. I will miss you.” I didn't even know if I would ever see her again. She painfully bit down on her lower lip. “I will miss you too. We will have Pad Thai and sweets when you return,” she assured me. “Yes, I have some culinary skills too. Sometimes I like putting them to good use.” Rami winked at
Slave to the Savage Alpha The Horror that is Hunt
(Zorya)That's what the hunt was? Xalik scoffed beside me. “Classic. Not only did we take their lands, but we also created a horrendous tradition out of it, and our forefathers have been following it for centuries.”It seemed like Xalik was also aware of this history, because he didn't appear as fazed as I was. “They didn't have much of a choice. The Hunt was the suggestion of Dhwlarians. Besides, the population needed to be increased. So to the human refugees who flocked to their new, safe kingdom, the seven families told a different story. The Hunt was declared a sacred tradition to appease the "Old Gods of the Soil," but known to only a select few. The more powerful the families grew, the need for slavery set in; hence, places like these emerged.” Caliath scoffed, and I understood he meant the Sunken Pit. “It's the kingdom's darkest, most sacred spectacle. It is a ritualistic "tax" the noble families pay to the very land they rule.”“That's not the most vexing part. The problem
Slave to the Savage Alpha The Dhwlarians
(Zorya)I knew that some fresh hell had been broken loose on us. Caliath's father left after his announcement, but he stopped both of us there. Xalik and I sat side by side with a little distance between us. Caliath paced, agitated and angered. Xalik and I shared a worried glance. Quietly, he closed his eyes and opened them, trying to assure me without speaking. My hand ached to reach his, to have that assurance which his touch always brought. Caliath finally stopped pacing and stood facing us with his hands behind his back, and his expression hardened. “The Hunt is not a joke, and it's nothing like the tournament where one has to fight in an enclosed cage.” His angered eyes travelled between Xalik and me. “I thought you were the kingpin of this place. How come your father decided for your slave and me?” Xalik leaned back into the sofa and lazily placed his arms behind his head, almost taunting Caliath. This man had not a single fearful bone in his body. He loved provoking Calia
Slave to the Savage Alpha The Hunt
(Zorya)Caliath's luxurious room was nothing but a reminder of painful memories. The table where he had tainted me sat there like an ugly reminder. I couldn't help but stare and remember that night. There was something twisted about Caliath; I remembered something like a green tail coiling around me, binding me. Werewolves didn't have green tails, nor did they have the slits in their eyes Caliath and Canara had. What were they? Apart from being werewolves. I had to ask Ashlia. She would know. I needed to divert my thoughts and attention, so I roamed his room. The glass liquor cabinet covered the entire wall. How much liquor did this man consume? The furniture was minimal, bland and uninteresting. The bed was covered with a black satin sheet. My gaze wandered to his side table. A book lay there. My interest piqued.‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Shelley. The bookmark inside revealed he had been reading it. Reaching out, I carefully picked up the book and settled down on the floor near h
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