LOGINAbigail's life as an omega slave to Alpha Roy has been a cruel and humiliating ordeal, one that no she-wolf should have to endure. Despite being treated as little more than a sex object, Abigail remains resilient, drawing strength from the loving upbringing provided by her late aunt. However, when Alpha Roy rejects her for failing to produce an heir, Abigail is left at a crossroads. With nothing left to lose, she must decide whether to accept her fate or fight back against the oppressive alpha who has controlled her for far too long.
View MoreI dug through the forest, looking for vampire corpses, drunk on whiskey. Not my favorite thing to do. I let Reynard take form, in case we come under attack. You never knew what would come after your blood in these dark corners of the forest. I didn't trust Micheal Black. I could bet all my money that the prick of a Beta wanted Abigail to be as good as dead. So a better choice in finding her would be to get myself on the ground and search for her. Halfway near the border, we caught the scent of something fucking odd. Not odd, but almost foreign. Vampire bodies never decay, because they were immortals, at least, their bodies are, nor did they have scents like shifters or any other creatures did. Their bodies worked differently than hours. The only thing they felt were hunger and lust, real fucking cold-blooded killers. So the chance that the scent belonged to a vampire was pretty damn low. There was a shifter element to it – that familiar musk of earth and animal, the tang of adrenalin
"Where is she?!" My roar shattered the silence in the packhouse. All of the pathetic fools stood there with their little tails tucked between their legs like a bunch of cornered mutts. The Beta, Micheal Black stepped forward for a formal bow. His sly face looked up at me with questioning eyes."I'm sorry to say, Alpha. She is nowhere to be found however--""However WHAT?"He cleared his throat before straightening his back. "We have found her silver chains, discarded near the border, but also... two headless bodies of vampires not very far away."I'd been with that girl for over three years, and I'd doubt if she was even capable of hurting a fly, so ripping two vampires' heads off was out of the fucking question. Maybe some other, much bigger predator must've taken interest in her. My blood curdled. I'd rather have her die than her belonging to someone or something else. The witch's forest wasn't a children's playground, it was a place where the ominous forces of nature festered, so f
I was drifting in this weird fuzzy blankness when something nudged me. Not a gentle nudge, more like a punch to the gut - which shocked the breath right out of me. Suddenly my eyes opened and everything was blindingly white and freezing cold."Abigail." A soothing woman's voice beckoned me. It was the familiar voice of my wolf Bree. It'd been months since I last linked with my spirit wolf. Omegas tend to have weaker connections with their wolves, and mine only emerged when I was in a deadly crisis to protect her vessel from dying. Like, um, right then apparently?Was I dying? Oh crap, was this the afterlife? Maybe... I was dead already and this cold place was hell, but I thought hell was supposed to be hot--"Abigail!"Bree's voice sounded much closer, and a second later I felt something furry nudging my side. I turned my head - very sluggishly, like I was underwater - to see her luminous white shape blending in against the frosty backdrop."Where...are we?" My voice came out in a
I glared at the feeble little shifter lying motionless in the bed. "Well? What's wrong with the little wolf?" I snapped at Zelda, my maid.Zelda flinched under my withering gaze. Good, she should be afraid. Fear is the only way to keep the hired help in line."Fever, sir."I clicked my tongue. "As expected of an omega, they're too fragile." "Sir..." Zelda began hesitantly. I raised an eyebrow, daring her to continue. She swallowed hard. "The wolf...she has been starved. Forced to live on scraps. Her condition is terrible. If you drink her blood now, it could prove fatal."Fatal, huh? I dismissed the foolish maid with a wave of my hand. She knew better than to linger.Once she had scurried away, I turned my attention to the frail little wolf lying before me. Her tangled red hair was dull and matted. I had already removed the silver shackles binding her wrists and ankles. No need for those anymore. It was obvious she had been cast aside by her pack, left to waste away in the woods. Th
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