Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once Abused. Now Loved: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CHAPTER TWO. THE THOUGHT OF ESCAPING.HARA.The voices around me were indistinct, and it'd been that way for as long as I got here. It was the courtyard of the palace, and it had almost everyone in the kingdom. There were a lot of movements, and sometimes I felt them bump into me, but I was too lost in my agonizing thoughts to acknowledge whatever was happening around me.Last night was the most terrible of all the nights I've had with Roland. Unable to resist his orders, I'd followed every bit of all he'd asked me to do. I've never had a threesome ever, and when I did last night, it was hell.I had to do a lot of lewd things - to finger that bitch's pussy, lick her dry after she cums from Roland's massive plunging into her, suck her nipples and let her suck mine, scream endlessly when Roland plunges into my hole with the force of ten men, suck his dick at the same time she had her fingers inside of me. The list was unending, but one thing was for sure. Last night had everything but p

CHAPTER FOUR.RYDER.Pacing relentlessly and -for the umpteenth time- checking my wristwatch, I was growing more impatient.It's been two hours since the disaster of a party. Father has ordered me locked up in my chambers, away from any interactions. He wouldn't even let me speak to that Roland - guy, who'd been rushed to the hospital over a minor shoulder dislocation, courtesy of Red's massive claws.Father thinks I've lost my mind and I might attack another random victim, but he was wrong about me attacking 'random' victims.The man had something that was calling out to me. He was no random victim, he was attacked for a reason…the scent.Right now, I got the scent stuck in my head, and staying in here was driving me insane. I needed to be out there, demanding that I see this…Hara. I was dying of curiosity about what she might look like, and how she could be able to arouse so many things in me, with just the whiff of her scent. If she was indeed my mate, then I can't help but wonder

CHAPTER 6. A MONTH AND A HALF LATERHARA“Suzy, here's an order from table 14, make it quick!“ “Got it!“ I yelled, moving my quick hands through the wine shelves. I filled the glasses and a waitress immediately came for them.Heaving tiredly, I slumped against the counter. Sweat ran down my face like waterfalls and all I could do was roughly wipe at them with the back of my hands.It was my free five seconds and I wasn't about to waste it wiping my sweats. I'd been so busy attending to orders that I forget to breathe and now, I was short of breath. These five seconds would be wisely spent on catching all the breaths I'd missed out on.I'd barely caught her breath before a hand slammed another order on the counter.“Suzy, table 20 needs five shot glasses of tequila on the rocks,“ Shilah said, twirling a lock of blonde hair. Shilah was, what I'd like to call a mini-Barbie. From her head to her toe were plastics. Her big boobs were always on display, leaving absolutely nothing to the i

CHAPTER 8. AN IMPROMPTU WEDDINGRYDER.The route leading to the pack was silent, just as it should be. I'd chosen a hotel in this remote part of the city for the silence and solitude it had to offer. I thought it'd be good medicine for my soul and it was.Halfway through the ride, I got a glance of Jason, swiping his fingers on the screen of a tablet.I recognized the tablet instantly, it was his aide as my Beta and P.A.“You seem thrilled about resuming your duties,“ I said. It was dry sarcasm as neither of us was in the mood for jokes.Although, trust Jason to match my sarcasm by saying, “Uh-huh, so thrilled I'm close to tears,“ He scoffed and continued, “Just checking out your schedule for the month. I just got the email,”“Read it out to me.“ I listened passively as he read out the contents. It was all the usual responsibilities that came with being an Alpha. Stuff I was pretty used to.A golf rendezvous with the CEO of Glazier corporations, one of the biggest corporations owned

CHAPTER 10. MEETING THE BOSSHARARunning in high-heeled shoes has never been my area of expertise. I've never been deep into fashion and just went with whatever was comfortable. High-heeled shoes always had me tripping and seemingly clumsy. I had to avoid them and every occasion which specifically demands them.Winding up as a worker in the bar did bring about a terrific change though. It was one of the huge flaws of my job – their strict requirements for every female worker to be on heels. I would have loved to exempt myself from the rules, using my pregnancy as the perfect excuse. That was impossible. They had no idea I was carrying a child and I intend to keep it that way for a long time.So yeah, had to compromise myself every day, putting on heels and taking on the torture that came with it.After a little more run on the sidewalk and I arrived at the bar. I had an afternoon shift, which would end a few hours before midnight.The bar was a bit serene. There were a good number of