~Brielle I’ve never been so afraid of Ren until this moment. When we were stuck down at the bottom of his basement, listening in to a conversation we shouldn’t have, I wasn’t as afraid as I am. Whatever had possessed Ren that night hadn’t noticed us. Now here I am, locked in a small room with Ren, completely at his mercy. And with the look on his face, I don’t think he’s very happy. Slowly, I step away from the door, obeying his commands. I’m not about to get on the bad side of my Alpha. My fate might be similar to Charlie’s, or I’ll be kicked off this island with no quite enough money to escape this Pack. Ren doesn’t move, sitting behind his desk, watching me as I take my seat back where I was. His gaze is hot and unrelenting. I’m truly dead. “I’m not done talking about this,” Ren says slowly, as if he’s assuming I’m too foolish to understand. Or maybe he is worried I’m going to make a run for it. I’m considering it. “It is important for me to know everything that you do. I’m n

~Brielle Ren and I didn’t speak anymore until we reached our destination. We reached the top of the hill, as it leveled off onto a beautiful landscaped area surrounded by a fence. Where we have ended up definitely looks like an event area, with a view at the far end, a significant manor in the middle and a formal lawn stretching out in front. We surely made the climb up the mountain for this. Ren’s driver takes us down a smooth driveway before we park in front of the manor. Peeking out the window, I investigate the decorations. Blooming white flowers and silk like banners hanging from many surfaces. “Is this a wedding?” I question, turning back around to Ren. “You didn’t take me to wedding, did you?”Ren chuckles. Weddings aren’t all that common. Only the wealthy partake in them to show off their bond with their mate in a lavish ceremony. I’ve never been to one. My parents never married either, and I never assumed I would have one, or even attend one. “Calm down darling, it’s no

~Brielle Ren came back right in front of me. My shoulders slump as I realise my one chance to get to Chase is gone. He managed to trick me, and with his last words, have left me dumbfounded. He has a motive for suddenly appearing so often, and now I’m going to lose sleep over it. That’s what he wanted, of course. He’s the cunning version of Ren. Ren blinks a few times, the colour seeping out of his blue eye into the green. He’s back, and there’s no hope Chase is going to come out to play again. Not when he knows what I want with him. Immediately Ren looks over me for any injuries. Naturally he sees nothing but my bothered expression. That did not go how I planned. “Is everything okay?” Ren asks, looking over me for any hints Chase attacked me. He won’t find anything, considering Chase wasn’t aggressive in the slightest, like I assumed he would. He was calm and calculated, knowing how to get into my head without revealing anything about himself.“I’m fine. He didn’t reveal anythi

~Brielle Exhaustion swept me into sleep around midday.The sound of the door opening and shutting startled me awake again. Disorientated, I catch the eyes of Chase as he wanders through the door. Any hope Ren has taken control of his body again is dashed once I realise the vibrance of that Blue eye. It’s like some kind of magical cue that Chase’s personality has been triggered. Night have definitely arrived, leaving my body disoriented and confused. Shadows play on the bed covers in front of me as evening shifts into dusk. It’s a strange feeling to wake when night is just beginning. Chase even looks different. In the time he has been gone, he has acquired a leather jacket that dries all the moisture from my mouth. What has he been doing?He doesn’t say anything as he approaches the side of the bed, reaching for the binds that have tied me here all day. They have surely left marks, the burn never never ceasing all day. I doubt Chase would care very much if I complained anyway. He’s

~Brielle The Gaze Reader women didn’t let me stick around. Quickly, she ushered me out of her tent, pulling the flap back behind me. When I turn around, the market had moved on, people having pulled down their stalls to return back to their homes. How much time has passed? The sky above me has gotten darker too, ominous clouds rolling over, casting shadows over the littered grounds. It might rain any moment now. Just as I was about to find shelter elsewhere, I notice someone looking at me, standing on the porch of a nearby house. It’s a girl, not looking too old, but definitely a few years older than me. When she notices me looking back at her, she turns around, but doesn’t walk inside her house. Then, she looks over her shoulder at me again. I decide I need to see why she is so interested in staring at me. As I approach, the girl doesn’t move, but she looks away, trying to pretend she wasn’t scrutinizing me. Maybe it’s because I’m not from here, and it’s obvious. Regardless, I’