Peyton Present. "It's time." The gruff voice of a man booms through the thick walls of the cold dungeon. My ear kicks in the rustling of keys, then the sound of the door that is being jerked open. In comes a scarred face brutal-looking man, with two of his companions - a man and a masculine woman. "Pick her up," He orders, shooting me daggers with his hard face. His name is Beisten, and he's the head guard of the Alpha's dungeon. I am roughly being pulled up by the woman, with the chains I am bound in, making noises as they dangle. "Sir, she's refused to eat since she was brought here." The woman informs the head man this, gesturing at the cup of stale milk which I suspected to have the urine of a rat, and then there's the bread which of course is half feasted on by rats. "Still won't talk yet?" Beistern inquires, grabbing hold of my chin and examining my throat which I know is completely red. After shoving several cups of hot tea down my throat to get me to talk, it was futil

Killian"What!?" The man only flinches on hearing my yell, with the chains he's bound in on dangling. He's shirtless, full of sweat, with the bruises on his body healing in a gradual process."I only left to take a piss and when I returned I saw everyone dead. It looked like they got attacked by a beast and not even a group of vampires because the bodies were in charred remains." He coughs out, avoiding my eyes."Bullshit!" I slam my fist against the wall in distress because this is clearly not what I want to hear. Moreover, the bastard has blocked me from linking my mind to his so I can't find the answers I need.My men don't utter any word because they know how agitated I am at this point.I am in the dungeon that is at the far end of my mansion. This is where I bring in suspects to torture them, or even killed them when they seize from giving me required informations.Wrapping my hand around the man's neck, I watch as h

KillianThe noise in my head makes me open my eyes in a gradual process, and everything is blurry at first but it feels like I just survived an accidentWhen the blurriness wanes from my eyes, sharp pain slices through my head and stays like a god-damned brainstorming migraine.Placing my hand on the side of my forehead, I manage to stare around me and wonder where the hell I am.The room is so tiny, even my bathroom is far bigger than it.There aren't any valuables here, just a bag of clothes, a chair, and a table that contains a half candle, scissors, hand sewing equipment, and a plaster.I rub my hand over my face, only to realize seconds later that I am on a tiny bed.What in the world happened?Taking the mattress off my body to rise to my feet, my face squeezes into a frown when I see that I am naked.For the second time, what the fuck happened?I attempt to stand up, but immediately groan and lay back

Killian "Who are you exactly and what's your mission here?" Tucksberry, one of the Blue Wave pack elders questions with his audible voice which is capable of stirring up fear in the hearts of vulnerable people. And there's immediate silence as I make my presence known in the council hall that consists of my pack members."Alpha Killian," Tucksberry acknowledges me, along with the rest of the elders and crowd looking at me with interest.I walk towards my reserved seat, but I don't sit down. Dylan, my Beta, and the rest of my men chose to stand at my side."So I heard there's an exiled wolf in town," I say, slowly curling my fingers and raising them to my face."Over there, Alpha." Someone points at a fragile-looking girl who has her head lowered to her chest. Wait a minute, that familiar scent?I can already feel her before I see her face."My name is Peyton Adabelle Barlowe, I am nothing

KillianAnger stirs up inside of me. "You have no right to come in here without my permission. Have you no respect for your Alpha?" I growl, but she only shoots me a smirk, showing that she's not in any way scared but finds my anger rather appealing. She's putting on expensive seductive clothing as usual, and I know it's to get my attention. But I chuckle inwardly because I am not in any way attracted to her. Will never be. Even though everything about her seems perfect. Body, hair, clothes, make-up. I don't care. She's not genuine. She wants to be my Luna by all means. And I wonder how she would feel if she finds out I've found my mate.