Levi Stone is an alpha, who is rumored to be ruthless, cold, and merciless. He kills as a sport and anyone who dears to defy him has yet lived to tell the tale. Even other alphas are afraid of him and despite his young age, he holds more power and land than even the Alpha King. So, what does Alpha Stone do, when a young, attractive woman is being thrown into his arms by her older, malicious brother? The only logical thing a man could think of, of course: He makes her, his maid… NB: Does NOT include predestined mates! Other in "The Maid" Series: 1: The Alpha's Maid 2: The Master's Maid 3: The King's Maid 4: The Sentinel's Maid 5: The Lycan's Maid
Lihat lebih banyakDina’s POV
“Wake up!”
I jumped up, ready to fight for my life as the loud voice boomed off the walls of my bedroom. But my feet got tangled in the sheets and I face-planted the floor. I groaned and rubbed my throbbing nose. Damn! Thank the goddess for werewolf healing. Otherwise, I was sure I would be needing a nose job.
“DINA!” the voice called again, annoyance clear in his tone now, and just like that, two strong arms grabbed me and hauled me off the floor. “Stop messing around and get up!”
“Wha----?!” I muttered, still half asleep and trying to get a grasp on what was going on around me. Finally, I managed to turn around and mentally let out another groan as I finally recognized who the voice belonged to. It was my older brother – and mock guardian – Dylan. He was running around in the dark, grabbing whatever he could get his hands on and stuffing it into a bag. Now, normal people might become slightly freaked out by the sight of their brother stealing anything and everything with the slightest pawn potential, but honestly, after five years of dealing with this shit, I’d gotten used to it.
I groaned out loud this time and, without a backward glance, I walked back to the bed and let myself fall into the warm covers again.
Dylan had issues.
Although he was older than me by several years and was supposed to be my guardian, he apparently didn’t have what it took to get his shit together. He was always running away from loan sharks, mobsters, or some other shitty “get rich fast”-deal that had gone bad. He would be talking big, throwing his dick around, and then disappear for months at a time doing--- Goddess only knew what! And then - out of the blue - he’d show up like this: running around in our old home, looking for anything he could sell.
Well, whatever it was he’d gotten into this time, I wasn’t about to---
“Come on!”
He shouted right into my ear, making me jump just about a mile in the air. Yet I’d barely gotten vertical, before I noticed his big body disappearing out the door, leaving me none the wiser about what the heck I was supposed to be doing.
Except for going back to sleep, apparently…
Knowing that if I pissed him off, he’d just get physical with me - and I do mean VERY physical! - I forced myself off the bed. Our parents had died in a car crash five years ago along with our baby brother, Dug. And although werewolves do heal quicker and generally aren’t that easy to kill, there are some injuries that not even the wolf can walk away from. Which had left me alone with Dylan, who’d “luckily” been 18 at the time and had gotten custody of me.
Not that he actually cared about me or anything. But he did enjoy collecting all the benefits he got out of the deal. While he was out doing his thing, I barely got by scraping rock bottom. As in dumpster-diving behind large malls and making my own clothes. Luckily, you could lie online and create a separate bank account and since I was - not to brag - a rather talented artist, I made enough money to cover the bills.
“Dylan?” I asked, careful with my tone so as not to piss him off. “What are you---?”
I almost crashed into him again when he came back, this time with a big duffle bag and--- and I finally became wide awake when I noticed that he was emptying my drawers and closet into the duffle bag.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as I jumped over and tried to pull the bag out of his hands. I mean, sure I’d gotten used to Dylan’s behavior over time. He had no regard for personal space, stuff, or even money. He’d long since emptied the savings our parents made for us and anything that had any value, he pawned off somewhere. Our parent’s bedroom was empty and everything that Dug had owned was gone. Even some of my stuff had disappeared over time.
Now, I could hate him for it, and in a way I did, but--- I didn’t. In a way, I couldn’t… Most of the time, I even covered for him. Lied to social workers and what shit not, just to keep us together. He was an asshole and a shitty brother at best, but… What can I say? He was family. The ONLY family I had.
The wolf was blood...
But seriously! Stealing my clothes?! They weren’t worth anything and I sure as heck wasn’t about to wander around pack territory naked. Werewolf or not…!
“I don’t have time to explain,” Dyllan said harshly, but didn’t try and take the bag back. “Pack whatever you need! We leave in 10 minutes.”
Leaving?!
“WHAT?!” I called after the retreating figure, but he just repeated the order to pack. A second later, I could hear him go through his own stuff, cursing and mumbling to himself. I sighed and, for a second, wondered if this was the day I should stand my ground and demand that enough was enough. That I didn’t want to put up with more of his bullshit… But knowing him, he was going to get his way one way or another. He may be my brother, but gentle he was not. He would beat me and threaten my life until I did whatever he wanted. And while I was strong and could defend myself--- well, let’s just say that I tried that once and I got to find out that knife wounds are a bitch!
Especially when you want to make a living out of creating art…
And with that, I started putting some more necessities into the duffle bag, along with anything I considered valuable. Like the only family photo, I had of my parents and baby brother, and a framed picture of a drawing mom had made me.
The one that inspired me to become an architect…
I went to the bathroom to pack whatever I needed from there, mentally cursing whoever had given a guy like my brother the power to dictate my future for another 3 years. Yes, he’d actually managed to convince some sick bastards that I was restarted, and he needed to be my guardian for an additional 3 years; until I was 21. And, of course, get the healthy dose of money the government provided for the poor and needy!
Whatever good it did him…
“Come on!” Dylan growled impatiently, just as I’d gotten on a pair of worn-out jeans and an oversized T-shirt that had belonged to dad. Apparently done waiting for me, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hallway to the front door. “We don’t have much time!”
We were late for something, and I mentally snorted. At this hour?! Wishing I had the guts to question him more, I sighed and followed him without---
I gasped as I stumbled out into the cold night, barely catching my fall on the railing. Yeah, I was really, really clumsy. You’d think that being part wolf, I’d have some natural grace going for me. But no! I was just as clumsy at 18 as a newborn foal. I hated it, but for some reason, my wolf thought it would help if she growled at the doorframe. As if that would teach the thing to get in our way!
Stupid wolf…
I got up and followed Dylan into the car. It was another one - just like every time and like every time before that - and I suspected that he’d stolen it. But I didn’t comment. I just threw my duffel bag in the back seat and got in the passenger seat.
“Where to this time?” I asked cautiously, leaning against the window and as far away from him as possible, in case he flew off the hinges. I was still half asleep but fully pissed off. Not that I’d let him know that. And no, this wasn’t the first time either my brother had woken me up in the middle of the night and pulled me out of the house to stay at some crappy motel for a couple of days. At this point, I was just fuming about all the homework and projects I’d be behind when he deemed it to be safe to resurface.
“All in good time, sis,” he muttered before pushing the accelerator to the max. And with that, my life was about to take an unexpected turn…
3 months later...Dina’s POVDina!Hearing Levi through the link wasn’t that unusual anymore. I called him lazy for not wanting to pick up his phone and just call me, but he called it "being practical".I stopped painting and wondered what was wrong. As I said, he used it all the time, so there was no need for me to worry. But hearing him laughing that hard---?That was something entirely new!Levi? I replied, putting the pencil down. Is everything OK?I’d started painting the upstairs, but because Levi refused to let me climb a ladder in my condition – and because I was still clumsy as hell – it now looked like a circus house, with only the bottom half done.Levi wanted to keep the stick figures I’d drawn over the patches. It wasn’t a reminder of his gruesome temper anymore, he said, but a symbol of how anything brok
Dian’s POVI was home!Apparently, Michael had mind-linked Levi once he woke up, telling him, he had a clean shot at Lucian’s head. No one paid attention to him, because Lucian had everyone’s attention on us. It was a risky plan, but I had to admit...Masterly executed!Once Levi and I were alone, I finally got to burn off whatever stupid drug Lucian had injected me with. And judging by the smug expression on Levi’s face, I suspected that he was right about to regret killing the vampire master before getting a name for the thing.We’d been at it for two days straight before my heat finally subsided...“It was probably something that kickstarted your heat,” Levi mumbled into the crouch of my neck, rubbing my sore back. I mumbled something incoherent in response, just enjoying the presence of my mate. The moonlight flooded the room and suddenly my mate shifted in the
This chapter includes violence – you have been warned!Dina’s POV“Give. Her. BACK!”Levi’s voice boomed through the compound, shaking every man and beast to their core. Seeing my mate step forward from the crowd, I felt a ripple of relief soar through my body. He was mostly covered in blood, as he, unlike the rest of the warriors, didn’t resort to guns or weapons.But who needs weapons, when your entire body is your weapon?Strangely, my wolf purred in admiration seeing him like this. Had the situation not been so dire, I would have agreed with her. But the second the vampire found what he was looking for, he gripped me tighter, making me yelp in pain. Levi stopped dead in his tracks, as the King used me as a human shield.“You clearly need a refreshment course in negotiations, my friend,” the king replied calmly, an
This chapter includes violence – you have been warned!Levi’s POVAbout two hours – and a crashed blood fest – later, I was standing by the beaten drug lord inside the vampire fortress.I was inside Sin City!It was after hours, so it was deserted. My wolf hated having to walk behind this piece of shit, but if it meant getting Dina back, I didn’t care about his hurt-ass feelings. The only thing I currently hated just as much as my wolf, was the collar I had to wear. It was something vampires used for their “pets”. Or as we liked to call them: “walking lunch boxes”.I swallowed and tried to keep my itching fingers from pulling it off. It had to be gray, with a hint of silver. Enough to fool the receptionist, but not enough to weaken my wolf. It hu
This chapter includes violence – you have been warned!Several hours earlierLevi’s POVThe plan was rather simple:Find Dina!Kick Mick in the balls!Kill anything else!The tracker recovered their scent in the city and located the building that the vampires used as their clan. It was a typical vampire fortress. A skyscraper office/apartment building with a lot of human employees – easy lunch. But it went just as deep underground as the top floors.I surveyed the building with a couple of my top warriors, who, in human terms, would be my generals. We were discussing the attack. They were trained for situations like this, so this was nothing more than a walk in the park for them. Until one of them pointed out an obvious problem.“You can’t get in, unless you’re a vampire, Alpha,” he said. I wat
This chapter includes scenes of sexual assultDina's POVI asked, confused at first. I looked up and saw the vampire glancing down at me, a sinister smile creeping across his features.Mother fuc---!“YOU KILLED HIM!!!”I launched for him -aiming to rip out his throat. But he easily anticipated the move, catching me. With strong hands, he gripped my arms, pinning them against my back, and walked me back up against the wall. I screamed. Anger and pain coursed through my body.But the worst part?My heat was reacting to the male touching my body. The warmth and sensation from his touch dulled the pain in my core, making it hungry for more…“Yes,” he simply hissed close to my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. “And I will kill your precious alpha just as easily if you don’t start to cooperate!&rdquo
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