"My father is Alpha Nicholas's cousin. Since my parents died due to a rogue attack a hundred years ago, the Alpha took care of me. That's why I am living here with him," I continued. I could see Layla's curiosity shining through, and being the curious person I am, I couldn't help but ask a question. "Just how old are you?" Layla grinned at me. "Me? I'm 105 years old already." "Woah, you're old," I replied, trying to lighten the mood. Layla's hearty laugh echoed in the room as I resumed eating. Her laughter was contagious, and it brought a small smile to my face. "I like you. You're unintentionally funny," she said, her smile lingering. A sad smile ghosted on my face. It seemed that a lot of people had liked me in the past, but circumstances had changed, and I wasn't the same person anymore. I focused on eating slowly, trying to avoid upsetting my stomach further. "I am sure Barbara was shocked every time she saw Nicholas there," Layla muttered to herself. "More like excited," I
I stepped outside the restroom, clad only in a white towel, and my skin flushed as I vigorously cleaned my body. I knew I had to take this chance because I had no idea when I would be able to bathe again. My mate's mind was unpredictable, and I never knew when he would throw me back into that dreadful dungeon. Layla stood before me, extending the clothes she was carrying. "Here are your clothes for now. I hope they fit you." "Thank you," I replied, taking the clothing and retreating back into the restroom to get dressed. I put on the long-sleeved lavender dress that turned out to be the perfect length, reaching below my knees. As I turned to face the mirror, I inhaled deeply. The bags under my eyes were prominent, and my pale lips remained moist from the shower. My dark blonde hair was still damp, and my hazel eyes appeared empty, devoid of warmth, only reflecting weariness. I raised my hand and touched my eyes, the same eyes as my mother's. I bit my lower lip to suppress the tear
I looked away. The fact that my mate was as powerful as him and didn't want me left a bitter feeling. It was like I was almost saved but not totally. Because no matter how powerful my mate was, if he didn't want me, what was the point? Nothing. Nothing will change in my life. I was stuck where I had been. And the only thing that can save me from all my problems was me. "What did you call me for?" I snapped, my hands clenching. My long nails dug into my palms. A sane part of my mind knew that if I tried to harm him, I would end up hurting myself badly and I wanted to avoid that. And in exchange, I resort to inflicting pain to stop myself from doing something harsh. Nicholas sat unperturbed in his chair. "Does staying for three days in the dungeon make you love it?" "Well, I prefer that place than seeing you actually" "Still stubborn, I see" I pursed my lips in a straight line to stop saying something. "Are you not going to say thank you for the clothing and food that I prov
Nicholas I smirked and faced Barbara, "You can leave now. Your job was done here" Isaac dragged Barbara out of the room who was too stunned to speak. Her eyes only focused on Florence. I meet the dazzling eyes of my little mate that holds nothing but fury. There was something in her stare, that coldness, and determination. When the door was slammed shut, the throne hall fell into erring silence. Florence looked away and focused her attention past my shoulder. To the large window on the left where she can see the radiant moon cast in the starless sky that was reflecting in her eyes. She was tense and her heart was beating so loudly. I wonder what she was thinking right this second. She takes a step back to create distance between us and that made me irritated for some reason. "Stop. Don't move" I snapped. She was instantly frozen on her spot. "Strip" I commanded nonchalantly. "W-what?" Florence asked, shocked. She stared at me. Now, I have her attention. "I said strip,
Florence I closed my eyes and bit my lips harder to stop myself from moaning. His breath and touch made my rational thoughts fly out the window. His enticing scent becomes more apparent the closer he gets. Intoxicating. As his tongue and lips caressed my skin, a shivering thrill ran down my spine, weakening my knees. My nipples hardened, and the tingle in my stomach pleasurably turned into a throbbing ache between my legs. His other hand firmly held my waist as he sucked my neck, keeping me in place. His grip on my waist became tighter as he inhaled deeply. He rasped as he dipped his head. "I can smell your arousal" I clenched my fist at the same moment I felt my clit throb from his blunt words. My cheeks were on fire, especially how I could feel the bulge of his cock that was undeniably hard on my stomach. I was breathing heavily as I spoke which turned into a moan, "S-stop" "I can't hear you" he whispered back while his hand was slowly going down close to my pussy. 'He do
Nicholas I took a deep inhale, relishing the sweet, flowery aroma of my mate, and then turned all of my attention to Clifford, my closest friend, and Beta. Clifford began his report as soon as the door was closed, "I just got a call from Julius, Alpha. He finally uncovered a trail of footsteps following the North Trail. He suspected it was a teen female based on the footstep." “Are they positive that it was a Swiftmane Pack member?” "Yes, Alpha. The trackers were also able to confirm." Satisfaction washed over me with the knowledge. The Swiftmane Pack's destruction rendered the survivor a rogue by default. However, her recognizable smell as a member of the Swiftmane pack would not quickly disappear. The memory of the terrible event when the Swiftmane Pack was exterminated was seared into my heart and mind. The sight of the women, children, and young ones caused me and my wolf the same anguish, despite having witnessed many deaths and enough fights and bloodshed in our life. Ang
Florence The guard next to me snarled, "Where are you staring at?" and grabbed my arm, forcing me to gaze straight ahead. I rolled my eyes and kept walking down the long series of stairs. Bright lamps adorned the stone wall. My planning and thought processes were active as I moved. I was much more aware of my surroundings, able to hear the breathing of the guards standing next to and behind me, their footsteps, and the sound of keys clinking. After taking the final step, we immediately started down the corridor. As we walked onto the other corridor, I cracked my fingers, choosing to carry out my last-minute scheme. Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of racing footsteps approaching us from behind. I came to a complete halt and turned around to face the darkened passageway. A burly guard arrived a little while later and appeared distraught, saying, "Hey." All of the guards surrounding me halted in their stride and turned to see the newcomer. The guard on my left scoffed, "Why do
As I was led back to my prison cell, my mind raced with thoughts. The guard guiding me, walked alongside me, his grip on my arm firm. I couldn't help but ask, "Will Alpha Nicholas be visiting me soon?" The guard sneered, his voice dripping with mockery, "Why would the Alpha waste his time visiting the likes of you? Don't delude yourself" His words stung, but I maintain my composure, hiding my true intentions behind a mask of indifference. Inside, I was quietly plotting, my mind calculating every move and possibility. I couldn't rely on anyone else to help me escape. I had to take matters into my own hands. As we reached my prison cell, the guard inserted the key into the lock and prepared to open it. I took a deep breath and mustered all my charm and persuasion. "You know…….," I said softly, looking up at the guard with a seductive gaze, "It's so lonely in there. Why don't you come inside for a moment? Keep me company perhaps?" The guard's eyes widened, his expression momentarily