LOGINThea spent her whole life at Athena Academy, raised to please the most powerful men in the land. Now, on her 18th birthday she is handed over to Alpha Cain, the most powerful Alpha in the North. He is cold, cruel, and uncaring. Thea knows she must find some warmth in his domain, or else she doesn't know how she'll survive.
View MoreMy feet were cold, aching, and bare as I hurried along next to the carriage. I hurried in an attempt to ease the fatigue in my bound arms, being pulled by the horses. The rain hammered down, clinging my knee-length, white linen dress to my body and causing my hair to stick uncomfortably to my face. My chest burned as I struggled to maintain my breathing in the cold, damp air. We must have been moving for over 2 hours at this point, and I knew there was no hope of stopping soon. Alpha Cain’s pack and mansion were at least another hour away.
Today was the day my life had been leading to, the day by purpose would be fulfilled, and the day I dreaded the most. For as long as I can remember, I was a student at the Athena Academy. I was taught to be soft and gentle, always to look down and avoid eye contact, to be clean and presentable, and, most importantly, to always follow orders. My pack was destroyed when I was just barely a child, and I, along with a few other girls, was sent to Athena. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that my true fate was revealed. I was to be a whore to an Alpha, and today was my 18th birthday.
I first saw Alpha Cain last summer. The other students and I, ready for selection, stood outside Athena Academy in a neat line, eyes cast down. There were 5 Alphas choosing today. First was Alpha Cain, the cruel, ruthless leader of the Knight Moon Pack, and the supreme Alpha of the Northern territories. I dared not raise my head as he moved down the line of girls, but he seemed to be taking time to inspect them all. Even without looking, I could sense how he towered over me. Before long, I saw him step in front of me, and a rough hand grabbed my chin and forced my head upwards.
My eyes briefly met his cold, grey, uncaring eyes before I caught myself and looked away. He continued to inspect me, forcing my head left and right and moving my hair back from my neck. I let my head drop back down as he let go and took a step back, further looking me over before moving on to the next girl. A few more minutes passed as he continued surveying the line of girls when finally he said “That one. When will she be ready?”
“Feburary 3rd, Alpha,” I heard the matron reply.
Crap. That’s my birthday.
“I want her ready 10am that day,” the cold voice of the Alpha snapped again.
And, with that, I was his.
I’d spent the last 8 months convincing myself that Alpha Cain could be a nice, gentle man. That his cold nature on the day he picked me was simply a show in front of the other Alphas. Now, as I stumbled on the stone road, on bloody feet, my hand tied to his carriage, I realised how wrong I was.
The tea had cooled enough not to scald, and I forced myself to sip. The warmth unfurled slowly down my throat, settling like an ember in the hollow place inside me. I stared into the dark liquid, searching for words that wouldn’t come.“Thank you,” I whispered at last. My voice sounded strange, small. I lifted my eyes briefly to hers. “For… the tea. And the pastries.”Her brows softened almost imperceptibly, the barest flicker.“You are welcome,” she said.I set the cup down carefully before my trembling hands betrayed me further. The honey-glazed pastry waited untouched on its plate, fragrant and golden, but the idea of sweetness felt foreign, unreachable. Still, I broke off a small piece and placed it on my tongue, more from duty than desire.Mistress Orion watched me in silence. Not as Cain had - cold and appraising - but with an intensity that made me want to shrink and stand taller all at once.The words slipped out before I could catch them. “Why are you doing this?”She tilted
I woke to the faint glow of pale light slipping through the narrow windows, painting thin gold bars across the floor. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. The sheets beneath me were soft, too soft, and my body ached as though I’d been crushed under stone.Then the weight on my neck shifted as I breathed, and memory crashed back like a tide.The collar.The bite.His cock.Him.I pushed myself upright, every muscle stiff and trembling, and sat for a while with my knees pulled to my chest. The silence pressed in, thick and heavy.The shift hung where I had left it to dry. Its fabric was wrinkled and stiff in places, the bloodstains dulled to brown but still stark against the pale cloth. I moved to it slowly, my feet cold on the floor, and touched it with hesitant fingers as though it might bite.It didn’t.I dressed in silence, the fabric rough as I pulled it over the welts along my back and ass. It clung unpleasantly to my skin, the faint scent of dried blood lingering no matte
The water had long gone lukewarm when I finally forced myself to move. My skin was flushed, tender, but scrubbed clean. I climbed from the bath on unsteady legs, water trailing down my body and dripping onto the tiles. The collar felt heavier now that the rest of me was clean, an alien weight that didn’t belong to this body - and yet declared it.I wrapped myself in a towel from the rail and stepped back into the room.They were waiting.Miss Clearway and Miss Waters stood near the desk, composed as always. Between them, a woman I didn’t recognise had laid out small jars, cloths, and bottles in careful order. She was older, her greying hair plaited close to her head, her expression calm in that way people wore when they had seen far worse before.On the desk beside her sat a plate of food - plain bread, cold meat, slices of apple. The smell was mild, almost comforting.“You’ll eat first,” Miss Waters said.My stomach curled, protesting at the thought, but she nodded to the plate and h
The loud clang of the door echoed through the small corridor, shaking my bones. I stayed still - on all fours with the flickering of candlelight warping the edge of my vision.I didn’t move - I couldn’t. My palms and knees stung from crawling on the cold stone floor, and my body trembled with aftershocks from the pain. The collar - the cold, dead weight around my neck - anchored me, digging into my collar bone with each shallow breath. The words I read earlier flashed through my mind.Property of Alpha Cain.The words, hanging solid around me, may as well have been carved into my skin, like the crescent of flesh on my shoulder where his teeth had broken through. My back burned from the lashings, and my ass hurt twice as bad. But neither compared to the pain in my pussy. Raw and torn from the assault. He took me, used me, with zero thought of my suffering.No, that was wrong. He thought of my suffering plenty. The very existence of my pain, my humiliation, seemed to be the source of m
“Good,” he said before pulling the weights of my breasts. I let out a sharp breath as the clamps pinched me and the blood rushed back. My Master loosened the strap around my head and neck and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. He then made his way down my body, loosening the straps until I was no longer restrained. “I want you to kneel, resting your bottom on your heels.”“Yes, Master,” I said and quickly stumbled off the bench and into the position, wincing through the pain still radiating in my body. He put the tip of his shoe between my knees and moved it back and forth. “Spread them,” he demanded. I did as he asked, moving my legs apart, leaving myself feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Perfect,” he said once I knelt with my legs uncomfortably wide. “Fold your arms behind your back, keep your posture straight, and look at me.” I tried to keep a straight face as my folded arms made contact with my bruised and beaten back. The position left me open, with my breasts thrust out bef
I looked up and saw him standing next to a wooden bench-like structure. I started to get up before he snapped, “When did I give you permission to stand?”“You didn’t, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” I managed, choosing my words carefully to avoid further pain. Feeling the heat burn to my face in humiliation, I started crawling over to him. When I reached him, he grabbed my hair, forcing me up and over the narrow bench. The beam on the bench ran between my legs and up the centre of my torso, between my breasts, and to my head, which was forced into it. I watched as the Alpha selected a few leather straps and proceeded to strap my ankles to both of the legs of the bench, spreading them open. He did the same with my wrists before selecting two larger straps, then securing my waist and neck to the bench. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, off my face, before roughly tying it up, before twisting my head, and applying one final strap around my forehead, pushing my cheek, still stinging from












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