MasukIsolde was on the run after committing an unforgivable crime in her brothel. She flees for her life but finds herself trapped in the devil’s lair, a domain owned by the cursed rogue lycan lord, Draco. This cruel fate was the beginning of her torture as Isolde was captured and chosen as Draco’s Breeder. Being chosen as a breeder for the dark lord was a sentence, especially for a savage male who had murdered nine of his Lunas. Now she faced the same fate as his previous Lunas. Isolde must do all she can to stay alive and save her sister from the Dark lord. She strives and learns to navigate a world dominated by ferocious and savage males who want nothing but to exterminate her. In the process, she learns a deep, lost secret that changes her life forever. Will Isolde flee or stay now that Draco’s secrets and the key to his survival lie in the palm of her hands? What happens when the demons from her past come back to haunt her? Content Warning. This book gets darker the further the story unfolds. So be prepared for the MM scenes, knife play and a lot more others.
Lihat lebih banyakEdrand took a pause, stretching his back hunched over the wheelbarrow brimming with heavy rocks. He swiped at his temple, his hand coming up damp with sweat.The dark, cavernous quarry was lit with lanterns overhead and sconces on the wall. It enabled Edrand to take in the hordes of bare-chested males undergoing the hard labor of crushing stones, groans spilling from their mouths. While some were crushing the stones, as much as their strength could allow, the others stacked the broken rocks into the wheelbarrow so they'd push it to the dumping site, like Edrand was doing.The majority of the males in the quarry were the Unbounds, who must have been caught during their operations.The sentinels never took it easy with any male in the quarry. They whipped, raped, and did whatever they chose with the prisoners. Especially him and his supporters.Edrand cringed at the reminder of the punishment that had been meted out on him since being in the quarry. After all, that was strictly Draco'
Isolde. Was she supposed to ask that? Isolde couldn't help but ponder. It seemed like a forbidden topic here, and she just didn't want to bring it up to Draco so her male would not feel bad. But Alfos seemed like the safest person she could relate this to. While he still stood frozen on the steps, she walked closer to him, lowering her voice."When was the first time it manifested?" "I shouldn't be discussing this with you, female. I shouldn't..." Alfos rasped, turning away. "I demand to know, Alfos." She whisper-yelled. Huffing, she asked. "Tell me, does this seem like a natural curse to you at all?" "You know nothing, Isolde." He heaved, shaking his head. "I advise you not to get entangled in this mess that is us- Draco and I." "You expect me to sit down and look at Draco while he suffers? I can't, Alfos. Something has to be done." She breathed. The heaviness she felt on the inside bled out through her words. "Everything possible has been done, Isolde. Scholars. Mages..." "
Isolde."I like the idea of this fruit dinner, you know?" Draco leaned in close enough to Isolde and whispered, beaming at her.She held some berries close to her lips when Draco said that. Isolde chuckled, plucking the berries into her mouth."I guess I borrowed it from my father," she said, her eyes glimmering.High Elder Takoda, who was closest to them, heard them discussing and chimed in. "Aye, my lord. It's a nice treat, I agree," he flicked his gaze over at Isolde, then. "I've never seen anyone outside the Abbots organize the fruit dinner."Isolde's brow rose at his words. The candles reflected over her face. "Abbots?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. She could feel the wheels turning in her head.This time, it was Draco who responded. His scar seemed to have an ominous look to it this evening, but Isolde loved it nonetheless. Instinctively, she raised her gloved hand to his face, touching the jagged skin that marred Draco's face.Her chest clenched tight with need. If only she co
Lucinda. "Come in," Lucinda said at the top of her voice, allowingthe person on the other side to enter. She had just finished taking a bath andwas about to prepare for the fruit dinner Isolde had organized.It wasn't a surprise to her that Isolde would go all out toprepare for this year's Fruit Dinner. They did that back in Brindlemark everyfirst day of autumn, where they'd gather the fruits they had hunted during theday and savored them on the dining table while their father told them stories.Well, Lucinda knew her sister had never gotten to enjoy themoment since she was taken away to Kalingrad. That was why Isolde was doingthis now. Plus, she and Lord Draco were now a thing.It didn't surprise Lucinda when Isolde told her the eldersand noble males were invited for the dinner.The door of her room creaked open, and Roga shoved her headin first, calling out, "My lady?"She walked further in, an orange dress with a tight bodiceclutched in her hand."Roga, hey. What is that
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