ログイン(Zorya)(Sensitive Content Ahead, read with caution.)“Open your mouth,” he asked in his icy tone, holding a piece of chicken between his thumb and index finger. Was he going to feed me? I hesitated, and the creases on his forehead doubled. “Now!” He urgently demanded. With a gulp, I opened my mouth, and he placed the chicken piece inside. “Eat, I am going to feed you.” He returned his gaze to his plate while I slowly chewed. The chicken turned into a gum inside my mouth, and I hardly swallowed it. “Aren't you pampering her too much, Alpha Caliath? I have never seen you feed a slave before,” Kalin teased from beside him. “Simply controlling the amount she eats. Don't want her getting fat,” he nonchalantly answered, and I lowered my gaze. Caliath fed me morsels here and there, and I ate even when my stomach refused to accept food. The conversation turned to politics and expanding the slave industry. My stomach turned, and I hoped I wouldn't vomit. After the meal, Caliath hand
(Zorya)He didn't wake up from my touch. They must have given him sedatives so he could sleep peacefully and heal. I stared at his placid face, smooth like the glassy surface of a mountain lake with no ripples. At least he was at peace while sleeping. I placed my hand on his bandaged chest and gently rubbed it. “I hope you are not in pain,” I whispered under my breath. Even imagining him in agony hurt my heart. The door opened, and I didn't pull my hand back, knowing it must be Ashlia checking up. She walked over to me and handed me a note. Accepting it, I read. “He is fine. Come with me to the bathroom.” I pulled my other hand from Xalik's chest and faced her. Worries ran deep on her face. Quickly, I grabbed her hand and took her towards the bathroom. There were no microphones or cameras in the bathroom, so she wanted to speak freely to me. Closing the door, I leaned against it. “I am only looking out for you. You know that,” Ashlia said with concern, lacing her voice. I nodd
(Zorya)Xalik cornered Baram between his sweaty, hulking body and the metal cage. The merciless punches he landed on Baram's face and torso had him screaming in endless pain. He spat out blood, but Xalik's rage towards him didn't die down. I understood why he was so pissed at him. Everything we had witnessed last night would enrage anyone sane, and this was the only way for him to vent out the pent-up anger inside him. The moment I thought Xalik would end him with his punches, Baram transformed into a grizzly bear. The fur sprouted out of his body. His hands transformed into sharp claws. Instantly, he attacked Xalik's chest, clawing him deep. A scream erupted in my chest and died on my lips. Canara gasped beside me, along with the crowd. All of us watched in horror. Xalik staggered back. Blood oozed out of his wounds. My heart incessantly ached, seeing him wounded. A flash of pain passed over his face before he masked it and narrowed his eyes at the enemy. How was he going to de
(Xalik)With every passing day, Zorya was occupying my heart. Watching her being groped by Caliath, knowing that he had been abusing her, had taken a toll on me. I hated that bastard more than Canara. One day I was going to peel the very skin from his hands and scoop out his eyeballs and keep them as souvenirs. The rage had consumed me. My mission became to safeguard her at every cost as much as I could, until I became strong enough to free her from this wretched place. If only my wolf spirit hadn't been suppressed. If only I hadn't been put under the spell and thrown here. Then I wouldn't even be able to meet her. The only good that came out of my imprisonment. I had been running blind in a dark forest, consumed by my insecurities. She was like the moonlight which had suddenly appeared, and now I had a purpose. A goal: to save her. When she cleaned me up. The way her soft fingers brushed against my skin gave me hope. Pulling me out of that pit of desolation I had fallen into by
(Zorya)To my utter amazement, Caliath let me go. He called Jazian to take me back to my room. Trembling, I quickly left before he changed his mind and put me to the same fate as those poor slaves. I stole one last glance at Xalik. Canara was busy smooching him. But his right eye drifted towards me, flickering with his deep sorrows. The Alphas had chosen more slaves to abuse. Some were using whips, others brutally torturing using sex toys and wine. With a shudder and heart beating with resentment, I left this forsaken place with Jazian. Inside my room, I changed into a nightgown and cried, curling up into my bed. The silver collar against my skin was a permanent reminder of how insignificant my life was. I hugged my wrist to my chest. The butterfly rested against my heart. A hope clung to me that this wouldn't be the end of my life. One wrong move and he would kill me without a second thought. With tears clinging to my eyelids, I drifted off into slumber. I woke up to a hand on
(Zorya)(Contents of this chapter can be disturbing for sensitive readers. Read with discretion.)The battles continued throughout the night. With warriors falling like autumn leaves. Xalik had two more battles, and he easily won the next one, advancing to the semi-final. That dazed state of his changed into a silent killer. He appeared cold, distant and disengaged. His eyes were void of any emotions he generally carried. The sentinels took him to Canara, and she clung to him like a leech, laughing and stroking his chest. Even Caliath was smiling, happy that Xalik had made it to the semi-finals. The four warriors were greeted and cheered by their respective packs. The crowd dwindled after the fights, and we were moved to a hall. My three companions were sent away. “Be careful,” Ashlia whispered to me before leaving. Her gaze travelled between Xalik and me. I nodded at her. Caliath summoned me to stand behind him. I obeyed, clasping my hands in front. Canara was still clinging to







