Amy’s POVI had ‘lost’ my skirt as per the routine, glad that the hubbub disguised the distinctive sound of Velcro coming apart. I had to take comfort in small things since I wasn’t in a good place, literally.My panties were wet look to match my top and I was going no further, unless specifically instructed – and even then with extreme reluctance.Fortunately, the Alpha King was in his possessive phase and I didn’t have to reprise my gyrations. At least, not in public.I had no way of knowing, as he led me away from my audience, what awaited, only that it would be bad. Though I wasn’t sorry to be leaving the room. It heartened me to see that Ingrid seemed to be in her element, with Errol clapping enthusiastically, as she did a saucy little dance with a feather.Diana’s face held a cruel look, which wasn’t aimed at me but at her sister. They didn’t resemble each other much, except for the fair hair, and even that was a different shade. Was one of them wearing a wig?“You acted up on p

Kane’s POV I couldn’t remember a time before Amy. It seemed surreal not to have her around, at my beck and call, which, now that I’d had a taste of her, would be chiefly on her back. I’d known Selene wouldn’t cut it in the bedroom and was only relieved not to have her sleeping in my Suite. She pouted a great deal but there was nothing she could do to change my mind. I sent for Chrissy a lot and astonished her by listening to her needs. Not verbally. Her wildly gyrating body told me all I needed to know as did the throaty cries I’d seldom elicited before. Sometimes I asked her to dance for me and her undulating movements gave me all sorts of wicked ideas. My Beta was present on one occasion, having come to deliver yet more bad news. The latest trawl had netted no-one and nothing new had come to light. Seeing his eyes stray time and again to this quiet little Omega I saw he wasn’t indifferent to her charms and rashly offered to share her with him. The sudden squeal gave me enlighten

Amy’s POVThe important visitor hadn’t been Gamma Harriet – why would it be? These Lycans had no regard for females. I even overheard the Alpha King mocking her in the house beside the sea. He said he couldn’t understand why wolfpacks promoted she-wolves.I began to think their arrangement, whatever it was, wouldn’t last very long.This Alpha was a blood brother and he took a keen interest in everything Michael did to me down in that dungeon.I don’t want to go into details. Suffice to say there was pain, a great deal of it.Ariadne hadn’t come back to me about my wanting out. That hurt in a different way. I supposed she was only the messenger.The impression we were being groomed for something was hard to shake off. I didn’t believe it was breeding, not for all of us.That was when ‘Diana’ came into her own, coaching us on how to star in various different scenarios, when to cry out, at what point to beg.Michael turned up at one point to watch. Then he took Ingrid and me to one side

Amy’s POVThis was so unfair. I couldn’t even tell him of my pain, the harrowing treatment I’d received at the hands of the Lycan. I can’t pretend my love for him died as I took his cock in my mouth though, like a candle, the flame guttered.As I worked my magic, I hummed in my throat, hearing him groan, a satisfying sound. My reward? This time an easily raised skirt – well, I was distracted – and a whack on the butt to encourage me not to stop.This was humiliating and for some reason I felt I deserved it for allowing another creature to use me, even though my she-wolf instincts were to blame.No offence, Misha.She wasn’t answering and I suspected she was pining for Felix.Surprisingly, Kane pulled out rather than forcing me to swallow his cum. Instead, it landed on my torso, some of it even splashing on the tartan material down below.“Take it off, slave,” he said.I was way ahead of him; we’d been here before when he threw the bucket of water over me. Though I wasn’t looking forwa

Amy’s POV I felt like I’d been on a rollercoaster. Wild emotions left me feeling battered but not bruised. I couldn’t help marvelling at the way Lisa had rescued me. Maggie had warned her something like this would happen. How lucky was I compared to some? Kane was descending to new lows. Just when I was convinced I hated him, he held out an olive branch. In some ways it took me back to how it was with Mom. Sometimes there was no pleasing her. Afterwards, she would be contrite, so that I felt guilty for calling her. The Alpha didn’t inspire that kind of topsy-turvy acceptance of the way things were from me. I knew he wasn’t doing any of this deliberately. It was the Lycan blood making him behave this way. That set me thinking. If the Alpha King were to introduce the genes of his kind into every werewolf pack, soon we would be history. There would be only one way: the Lycan way. Fortunately, he was taking the other approach by sending our she-wolves elsewhere. That would only weaken