Alora. I stared into Ares' eyes. It felt so surreal that I had escaped from one deadly Alpha to another one. It was almost getting hard to breathe as my eyes watered and I thought of an answer to give Ares. He had asked for my last name and I knew telling him I was a Pentagon was basically taking the gun to my head and pulling the trigger. There was no way Ares was going to let me go knowing I was Jax's property. I had no choice but to take my parents last name, my rightful name. The name I was supposed to go by if Jax hadn't owned me. "Forrester. My name is Alora Forrester," I lied through gritted teeth, glancing away from Ares as it was hard to look him in the eye and lie. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as the lie rolled off my chest. "Hmm." Ares murmured. "And where are you from? Should I ask your pack since I can't smell your wolf?" He asked, raising a brow at me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I was scared he could hear it. I needed to think of something, and f

Alora. It was dark in the room and a part of me was scared. Something about it reminded me of the time in Jax's room, dark and alone, fearfully waiting for him to come back home and defile me in many ways he deemed fit. While the other part of me was in pain, the shackles were like Jax's, they were handcuffs and they pinched my skin painfully, the cold metal hard and tight against my wrist. It was like Seth had purposely tightened them to cause more pain to me and I wondered why. He seemed to dislike me a lot and was angry that Ares had let me live. My foot stung in pain when I moved and I hissed loudly feeling tears burn in my eyes. My hands were handcuffed above my head, leaving me in a kneeling position just beside the bed and placing enough weight on my foot. I couldn't even try to move or else my foot stung in pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt it drop against my laps. I felt so dirty, wet and tired. My cold wet dress pressed against my skin and the cold AC made it

Alora. I sat in the bathtub, unable to move. Tiredness hit me like a ton of bricks, it was like a heavy weight had been placed on my shoulders, thighs and everywhere. The pain from running and straining my muscles for the first time in years finally hit me, my whole body ached and I didn't want to even move from the position I was. I sat with my knees drawn to my chest as hot steamy water rained down my body from the showers. The steam made the bathroom look almost magical with the light piercing through the steam and making it appear like bright golden clouds. The water ran down the drain, black with dirt, leaves and sticks. I stared at my left foot, the bruise was almost black in color and I knew it was going to be a hassle when I went to work. I dragged my fingers up my legs, despite being dirty, they were smooth and long, giving me a 5'6 height. Jax had always loved my legs, in fact he had a dark desire and fetish about them, especially my toes. He booked a pedicure session f

Alora. Carmen, Camila and Lana were weird. I had never seen any family like them, but then again the only families I knew were mine and Jax's. I never recall any time where I found my parents happy together. I didn't know of the time before I was born but after I came, they disconnected and fought often. I had seen their pictures in the house and they appeared to be in love. My mother had claimed I was the one to destroy their home, born wolfless and different. I had disconnected them to the pack, cast to the outskirts of the pack and made to live in the woods. Moving in with Jax was even worse, Jax was the only child, and according to rumors, his parents, the last alpha and luna had died in a ghastly accident when Jax turned six, making him the alpha at a young age. I was Jax's only family. And you knew the story already. So watching Camila and Carmen laugh with their mother, Lana was new and weird. But at the same time, I envied them as I stood at the entrance,not knowing

Alora. Do I run away? I stared at the door as the thought filled my mind. A part of me wanted to, but there was a soft voice telling me not to. And that voice was Lana's. Reaching for the door knob, I twisted it and pushed the door open gently, peeking outside. A cold rush of air ruffled my hair and I blinked rapidly to see there were guards stationed everywhere. It would be hard to escape, so I closed the door and rested my back against the hard surface, sliding down the floor tiredly. Today was the first time I ever felt tired from working. Washing the dishes had worn me out so much because I wasn't used to it, I hadn't done it in years. The smell of food still lingered in my nose and I smiled softly when Lana had thrown a piece of food in my mouth asking if the salt was enough. I rubbed my arms against the jacket she had given me and my smile grew wider. For the first time, I was properly clothed, not naked like Jax had wanted or in see through nightdresses. The clothes