ANNATORIA
When the guards entered the castle, my eyes were still closed. But the chill in the room caught my attention. It was severe. It threatened to slice my bones.
Despite this, my eyes remained closed.
When I face this Lycan dude, I want to put all my guts into it. If possible, I would love a chance to tame him with the experimental chemical tucked between my breasts.
After the wolves walked for a while, a door was flung open, the hinges creaking with the need for lubrication.
“Great Lycan, we've brought the spy,” one of the beasts announced once the echoes of the creaking door died down. “She is a stubborn one.”
They tossed me like a rag, and I shivered. The increased cold felt like a whisper of danger that would destroy my soul until nothing was left.
I sighed hard. Things were not going as I imagined.
After some deep breaths, I sat up, opened my eyes and almost yelped because I thought I had gone blind. The stark darkness around me was intense, if I had not seen a faint light at the far end of the room, I would have gone mad.
But what is this place? And why is it peeling my confidence, like an onion losing its layers?!
“Spy,” a masculine whisper filled the air. I swallowed hard, and my eyes wandered as I tried figuring out where that voice came from. “Human.” My head whipped to the left. “Foolish human spy.”
I turned again. I think I heard the voice from behind. But the darkness was still refusing to let me see through it.
This is shitty.
Or should I try speaking to the voice? I could-
An unusual scent instantly settled in front of me. Along with that scent was a heavy presence. One that made the cold in the room feel like a joke and caused my breath to almost cease.
Then, he revealed himself. And I just knew… he was the Lycan King of the werewolves- the beast rumoured to be immortal, to have lived for centuries, cheating death, which never bothered to find him.
I gulped again and tried to calm the race in my chest.
Even though the darkness in the room was still intact, with an illumination that could not be ignored, his features became prominent.
His skin was pale, almost similar to the whiteness of my favourite ceramic piece. And his eyes, as they judged me in silence, reminded me of the sky. But beyond that colour was icy death, torment, evil, something similar to eternal tiredness.
He must be the reason this place is so intensely cold.
I swallowed my fear again and turned away. Then I helplessly succumbed to the pull that tempted me to look at him.
When my timid gaze landed on him, I expected him to say something, to tell me to stop looking at him.
But he didn't. And the brooding silence made it harder for me to escape the maze of his cold eyes. I fell deep, like I was drowning in the sea.
I want to look away. I do.
But I can't.
I could only shift my gaze to note the roughness of his full hair, the firmness of his almost bloodless lips and the careful carving of his enviable cheekbones.
He would easily make every model in our country lose their job.
But still…. This natural evil he possesses. It cannot be manufactured elsewhere.
“Human.”
“Argh!” My chest jumped as that word shattered me out of my trance. I squeezed my chest and waited for the next word.
“You must be hungry,” his timbre voice spoke with calculated suspense. He leaned closer, and his breath teased my face. “Hungry for death.”
Oh yes. Yum. Yum.My throat was dry, and I could not push out that saucy response. My strength means nothing before this beast.
So much for my bravado.
The Lycan inched his face even closer. “Do you deny being a spy?”
After moistening the dryness in my mouth, I found little sturdiness in my soul and said, “I don't.”
He blinked, and his long hair fell to the side. “This will not go unpunished.”
“S–so?”
“I have to break you, little human spy.” He reached for my chin, and the thickness of his gloves pressed into it. “I will humiliate this rubbish pride in your eyes.”
I didn't realise that despite the fear in my body, my gaze remained resilient. Well, not anymore.
As my eyelids fluttered in a way I was unfamiliar with, I hid my eyes.
And his dead eyes widened in satisfaction. “That is more like it.” The strength I was building crumbled. “I am your master. You do not dare to act mighty in my presence.” His grip pushed my head up. I could only look at his lips. “Humans are the best pets. Your kind had the fear I love to feast on.” He inhaled. “You belong to me now, human. Your body and soul are all mine.*
Wickedly, he dropped my chin, and my breath shook so much that I fell to the floor and lay on the floor, my eyes staring like my brain had been washed away.
“Beta Elias,” the Lycan said while straightening his overpowering physique. “My bed has lacked warmth for a while.” The excitement in his voice didn't sound like one. “It is time for me to feast again. I have a new toy to breed.”
He exhaled, and that descended into a deep chuckle that increased my tremor so much that I could not cajole my soul to do something to survive.
I remained in that spot, quivering and wallowing in the darkness to cover up my shameful weakness.
ANNATORIAUgh… My head keeps aching.Forcing myself to eat and take medication before leaving the apartment didn’t help. And it’s all thanks to that nightmare, lurking and growing in the shadow of my thoughts, scaring me into worrying that I would experience that piercing iciness again. My lips scrunched in annoyance, I massaged my forehead to relieve my pain. Of course, that didn’t work. So, after the automated barricade before me approved my ID, I decided to ignore the pain. Ignoring my pain is easy stuff. It worked for me during my sixth and most memorable mission. I was shot by an idiot drug cartel leader, but I ignored the sting until I securely tied him up minutes later. So, with a mind determined to survive my headache, I inhaled, exhaled and straightened my posture. Then, headed into the elevator, which slid open before I could press the open button. After someone walked out, it was just me and a suited man standing in a corner. Seconds later, the door slid open again, a
ANNATORIA This particular Friday was faster than I thought it would be. After setting up my desk, I didn’t do much. I just focused on drawing a map of the TI building to draft ways to infiltrate certain rooms. Moments later, Kaelen, with a pout, approached my desk and told me to go home. That I’d be introduced to the staff on Monday when the CEO returns from his trip. Grateful that I would not have to confront my weirdness around Darius Thorne till Monday, I excitedly left, not minding others who, again, weren’t pleased by my presence. But who cares?While humming my favourite tune, I headed to the elevator. It slid open, I walked in and somehow… everything became dark. Pitch dark. I was not only startled, but my entire soul also knotted with immense fear as if something deadly would crawl out of that unexpected darkness to steal my soul. When a simple breath left me, I managed to break free of that feeling. I blinked, and the space became bright again. Huh… What the heck was t
ANNATORIACould he be the CEO? Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, who has always managed to evade the public eye?With this much gorgeousness and charismatic aura, how did he hide himself for so long? He is just so alluring. But wait… What's with my body?I can feel my pussy heating up with desire. The desire to be touched by this man- a thoroughly, utterly, complete stranger. I don't know why, I doubt I would figure out why, but I just want to close the gap between us and kiss those pinkish lips till my soul is satisfied. I want those big, veiny hands mapping every part of my…God, Annatoria! What is wrong with you?“You must be Annatoria Smith.” His savoury voice added to the chaos building within me. My legs could have turned jelly if I wasn't firmly holding on to the little shred of dignity I had left. “You are welcome to the Innovation Team.” Even his smile makes me want him to do things to me. “I am Darius.” He stretched his hand. “Darius Thorne.” I was right. The radia
ANNATORIAThe structure of the Thorne Innovations building has always been a hot topic, and I finally understand why. Pictures do no justice to the careful, artistic and structural touch applied to the building. It’s so appealing that I ended up spending about ten minutes staring at the beauty. I would have remained in that spot if someone had not hurriedly brushed their shoulder against mine. After I sneered at the fool who didn't bother to apologise, I hugged my file jacket to my chest, adjusted my skirt, held my head high and headed for the recruitment office where my employment would be confirmed. It's on days like these that I wonder how normal workers endure the first-day jitters. Working in a new environment is never easy. Well, for me, once I find my place, everything becomes fine. I face my job and carry out my spy duties without holding back. “Miss Smith? Annatoria Smith?” The woman I met at the entrance of the office ducked her head to glance through her hexagon-shap
ANNATORIA I am still here. In W.O.O.T. Days have passed, and I am still yet to believe that my experience at the Lycan's den was just a dream or a figment of my imagination. I can recall every bit of memory in that place. I can still feel that piercing cold in my system. My body still remembers how it hated the Lycan's touch. So, how come? Why does no one in the agency doesn't believe me?Okay. Chill, Annatoria.I think I need to retrace my steps. But what is there to retrace? I don't have any recollection of what happened after I lost consciousness while between the Lycan's legs. If the werewolves placed me in that movie theatre, that would be strange. Those beasts never let go of their victims, not to mention a spy who came to infiltrate their system. So, what is the deal here?!How did I go from squirming beneath the Lycan to suddenly appearing in a movie theatre of all places? That too, unconscious. Will I ever be able to solve this mystery? Should I risk appearing crazy t
ANNATORIAA lot of time passed in that darkness. I ended up falling asleep. But the sleep was too short. It did not save me from the Lycan’s intention.And now that I am awake and in another room, I can feel myself crumbling even harder.Right now, my hands are chained above me. Thankfully, the pain from that was bearable. I turned my focus to the room. This one was not shrouded in thick darkness, so I could easily see the layout; simple yet mysterious, a little reflection of the Lycan's aura. All that was in the room was a table at the far end of the stone walls and a large bed. Oh, did I mention that I am on the bed? Yep. The hard, very uncomfortable bed. Truly, I can’t escape this. I am doomed. And about to be fucked by a supernatural being who I strongly feel is not merciful in the slightest way. While my mind tried not to break down, I looked down to see that I had been changed into a black, skimpy gown. It exposed most of my lower body, and nothing I did to hide my thighs wo