Todos los capítulos de Trinity of Power: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

When I open my eyes, I pray to Hecate that I'm back in the tedious but safe prison Bella and the councils created for me. But the biting cold of metal shackles against my wrists and ankles, the ache deep in my core, and the rigid bed beneath my battered body quickly assure me this nightmare is very real.My mate is asleep beside me, his heavy arm draped possessively over my stomach. Every muscle aches, every nerve ending raw. The sharp bruises and claw marks scattered across my skin remind me of the brutal, endless hours since Rhett first marked me.Two days. Two days of relentless pain and torment. Each time I wake, he's either inside me or preparing to be again. My body feels like a battleground, bruised and violated. But what makes me hate myself most is the twisted way my traitorous body responds to his touch, betraying me even as my mind screams in protest.I shift slightly, attempting to ease my aching muscles, inadvertently rousing Rhett. His grip tightens possessively, his lips

In the moments just before my eyes open, I pray that the last forty-eight hours were nothing but a horrible nightmare. I desperately wish myself back in the dull but safe prison Bella and the councils created for me. But the cold shackles cutting into my wrists and ankles, the raw ache between my legs, and the hard bed beneath me confirm that this nightmare is all too real.My mate lies curled against me, his massive frame pressed roughly into my side, his limp yet enormous cock still nestled intimately against my sore body. I feel battered, bruised, and violated. Scratches burn my hips and thighs where his claws dug in, and my neck and chest ache from his ruthless marking.After Rhett sank his fangs into me, claiming me against my will, my world went dark. Pain mixed with twisted pleasure, forcing me into unconsciousness. When I woke in the vehicle, I was draped over his lap, his erection hard against my cheek."How much farther until the cabin?" he had growled, squeezing my backside

The minute I walked up to the cabin door and saw the folded paper with my name taped to it, my body reacted. This is what Charlie used to do before we mated Brandon when she wanted to be the dominant. I would walk up to our rooms in the packhouse and find a note with instructions.Since we marked and mated Brandon, Charlie has been content with being the submissive—probably due to her enjoyment of pain, which Brandon showed me how to provide while still making it pleasurable. I feel like I’ve excelled in my learning, if I do say so myself.But I’ve missed Charlie’s dominant side, a fact that hasn’t really hit me until now. While Brandon is all about domination, Charlie is all about teasing and playing with different sensations. Two sides of the same coin—both of which turn me on.So, when I saw Charlie’s note, I knew I was in for a good time.Come inside and go directly to the playroom. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed. No talking. Await further instructions. ~CI quickly move

“Pass me the hot sauce,” I say to Michael.“Baby, do you really think that’s—” He starts. Then he sees the look on my face and, like the smart male he is, shuts his mouth and passes me the hot sauce.I hate hot sauce. I hate everything spicy. But our child is a week late. A FUCKING WEEK.And when I tell you that I will do anything—ANYTHING—to serve this child his eviction notice… I mean it.You have grown out of this studio apartment, kid, and your landlord is telling you it is time to get the FUCK OUT.I take the hot sauce, peel up the little stopper that forces out a drop every five shakes, and pour that shit all over my scrambled eggs.Michael stares at me. I know he’s about to do it. I know he’s about to mansplain to me. I stare at him, willing him not to be stupid enough to do it. Willing him to shut his fucking mouth so he can live to see our child’s birth.I don’t want to have to kill the wolf. He is really very pretty. And he knows how to fuck. I’ve gotten him pretty much house

“Ok, baby doll. I know this is hard, but we’re gonna try, ok?” I whisper to the tiny pup in my arms.She’s so small. Too small. Even for a newborn.All they had to feed her was human formula—but wolves can’t process it the same way. It doesn’t give them what they need. Our pups may look human at birth, but their bodies and instincts are all wolf.Which explains the vomiting and complete diaper blowout I just cleaned off both of us.That was the most foul-smelling thing I’ve ever had come out of a pup.I had to call Citra, who lived the closest to Homestead. Carmen and Corinda didn’t have anything that would fit either of us—me being petite and Summer being so young. Luckily, Citra had just finished feeding Caleb and was able to come over with fresh clothes.In the meantime, I wrapped both of us in a blanket and settled into the rocking chair by the window. The room was quiet, dimly lit, soft music playing in the background.I’d swaddled Summer in a shirt that belonged to her mother so