Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of sexual assault, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Many agonising hours later, Bellinor flung the heavy steel door open, creating a loud boom as it hit the wall. He walked to a view of Alinta, clinging to her knees against her chest. She had bags under her red eyes and was visibly trembling at the sight of him.He gave her a loving smile, then proceeded to lift and carry a large bucket of steaming water inside while an elegant toiletry bag hung over his shoulder. He placed the bucket gently beside the bed and set the bag on the bedside table. He turned his gaze towards his prize. He felt disheartened when Alinta's wounds had not healed, finally confirming that she was indeed wolfless."Morning, my darling," Bellinor greeted utmost tenderly, but Alinta only looked at him in complete fear, whilst clasping her knees tightly. Bellinor kept smiling at her as if nothing was wrong. He turned hi
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of abuse and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Alinta's head was killing her; everything from the hotel became a blur. She could only feel strong arms holding tightly onto her. Foggy images appeared of Bellinor's face looking contentedly at her. She would open her eyes with difficulty, only for them to be forced shut again due to the relentless migraine she was experiencing.The final flash was her feeling as though she was floating. The sound of eager steps hitting a stone floor made its way to her ears. Her thoughts became her own, but her body did not respond as she had hoped. Her chest was on fire, and her whole body was aching.She heard deep breathing accompanied by an anxious heartbeat. She tried to move again this time, but all she could do was slightly open her eyes to behold a blurred view beneath Bellinor's chin as he looked before him with a determined expression."Be
Gradually coming out of his enforced slumber, Orion pinched his eyes to his relentless splitting headache. He was confused and disoriented as he groggily released a groan of helplessness."Ah, you are finally awake," sang a snarky voice sarcastically.With difficulty, Orion looked towards where the voice came from. As soon as his vision cleared, he suddenly realised he was in a jail cell. Standing on the other side was a short and stout police officer with an unimpressed expression on his face.As soon as Orion became aware of his surroundings, he frantically got up and stumbled towards the steel bars. "Please, officer! You have to return to the hotel! There is a woman, Alinta Ull, who is in danger! Help her, please!""Your mate?" the officer asked dismissively."Yes!" Orion cried desperately."You can cut the crap. We know the truth, home wrecker," the policeman barked."She is my mate! That man did something to her fated mark! Please, he is hurting her!" Orion cried anxiously as he
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of rape, abuse and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Alinta was glad Angela was not there to witness and experience this ghastliness. She was terrified of Bellinor's deranged and angry side."I can't get enough of you!" he grunted and continued to raid her mouth while attacking her captured breast. He moved one hand to her backside, sensually stroking and pinching each cheek. His fingers slithered to her folds. Alinta jerked her head away at the sudden intrusion."What are you doing?" he roared angrily."I-I am sorry you took me by surprise," Alinta quickly explained in fear."You are fucking teasing me, Alinta!" he spat, displeased, as he glowered at her. He angrily flipped Alinta around, shoved her flat on her stomach, yanked her rear in the air and mercilessly took her from behind."Please, Bellinor!" Alinta cried, begging for him to stop."Oh my fucking divinity, you are all
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains scenes of sexual assault, abuse, and rape, which may be triggering for survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Alinta fearfully stared at the monster before her with wide, disbelieving eyes. Bellinor shifted slightly so that his face was hovering intimidatingly above hers. "Do I make myself clear, dearest?" he spat dangerously and bucked his hips, lodging his tip to a desired locus.Alinta was in complete shock. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she felt terror taking over her. She unintentionally nodded slowly, as fear controlled her movements. Bellinor grinned darkly and gently kissed her inflamed cheek."There's a good girl," he exhaled like a deranged man. Bellinor loosened his tie and removed his shirt feverishly. His hands gently trailed down to her hips and clamped his fingers on her curvaceous flesh."Kiss me, my vixen, show me you love me," he ordered gutturally, then impatiently bit her lips. Like a moth to a flame, Draven made
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of abuse, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Orion was roughly dragged off the hotel grounds by two security guards. They handled him harshly and made sure he was a few meters away from the main gate before they shoved him towards the pavement like dirty trash."Oi mate, get a life will ya? Don't go 'round stealin' other blokes' mates," shouted one security guard.Orion could only look at them helplessly, for everything was all deceptive magic, and they did not know the truth. What continued to haunt Orion's heart was the way Alinta so easily shoved him aside to run into Bellinor's arms. Though he knew Alinta was deluded by Draven's lies, what bothered him the most was how scared she was of Bellinor. He must have done something to her for her to act so submissive and fearful.Also, familiar with Draven's temperament, Silas dreaded what punishment awaited her for being in his person's arms m