At that point, it was her words I was speaking, not my own. I felt exhausted and frustrated. I also felt nauseous. I noticed I’ve been getting nauseous spells lately whenever I get worked up; I’ve been trying my best to swallow it down. Which works for a little while, until the feeling comes back.“You’re insane,” Alex nearly laughed. “My father would never fuck a dirtball. Your kind disgusts him. No one in the Roessler family would be caught dead messing with the likes of you. Except for Bob.”“I’m not lying,” I told him. Holding onto my stomach to keep myself from throwing up. “I don’t know what happened and I can’t explain it. But I think we were both drugged.”“Drugged?” He asked, his eyes widening. “How?”“The first night Bob snuck me into the manor, he stuck me in the grocery room. After he left, I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There was premade food on the counter along with a glass of freshly produced milk. After I ate and drank, I began to feel funny. Almost l

As the days went on, nausea only seemed to be getting worse. Initially, I thought it was because of stress, but now I’m thinking it’s something entirely different. I needed to figure out a way to find out if I was pregnant or not, without anybody knowing about it. If I can find out for myself on the down low, I could probably take matters into my own hands and end the pregnancy before anyone is made aware of the situation.Until then, I had to figure out a way to hide my nausea. I was still being watched carefully by the head maid, Beatrice, and some other maids, but there were periods when they would look the other way. Those were the periods I allowed myself to throw up without their knowledge.Thankfully, Marlon has been away the last couple of weeks due to having to tend to the war in the western part of the country. So, I haven’t had to have any strange encounters with him since my last one.“Slave?” A familiar voice said from not far from me.Wiping the vomit off my face, I saw

I began waking up from my fever-induced dream; confused about my whereabouts. The room was dimly lit by candle lights, and I was covered in a maroon comforter on top of a bed that began looking more familiar the more I woke up.I felt a cold compressed washcloth over my heated forehead, the cold water dripping down my features and soothing away the hotness the fever brought me. With each breath I took, I realized how badly my chest ached; I could feel my beating heart pressing against my chest, making each movement more painful than the last.A man stood at the end of the bed; he was a bit shorter and hardly had any hair. But the hair he did have I noticed to be a blonde shade. He wore a white trench coat with a blue blazer underneath and black pants. He wore glasses that nearly covered the entire top of his face; in his hands was a clipboard that he appeared to be reading some notes from it to Marlon who also stood nearby.Marlon looked concerned; his features turned down into an int

“You’re pregnant?!” Alex asked, pacing the room frantically.He was throwing his arms in the air as he spoke. I could see the utter panic in his face as he continued to walk back and forth across the room.“You weren’t supposed to still be pregnant,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as he glanced over at me.Still? What did he mean by that? Looking at the confusion on my face, he rolled his eyes and stopped pacing so he could fully face me.“The test results from the other day were positive. I told Olivia to tell you it was negative, so you didn’t know. From there, I asked the landscaper to assault you again and make you lose the baby,” he told me, as though I should have already known this information.My mouth fell open.How could one person be so manipulative and dark like that? He asked the landscaper to assault me and make me lose the baby? For a while since residing at the manor, Alex seemed to be the more level-headed and kinder one. But he was the mastermind of pure evil. He di

His lips closed around hers; they were soft against his mouth, and she tasted minty from the gum she was previously chewing. He could also taste a hint of that wine she was sipping on at her dining table.As he tightened his embrace around her, he could feel his wolf’s growing anger and the tension that came with it. His wolf was attempting to pull him back, telling him to cut the shit. Ignoring his wolf, he continued his intimate embrace.Sierra lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, pressing herself against him. She wore a delicate red dress that rested just under her knees, so she was easy to access. Lifting her dress only slightly, he was able to come in contact with her black lacy panties.She moaned against his lips as his fingers found her wetness; he rubbed the black of his thumb against her clit and she heavily exhaled. She fumbled around with his pants, trying to get them off but he blocked her attempts by deepening his motioning and increasing her pleasures.His wolf