“Just leave what you don’t like little one.” He winks and pours drinks for all of us. A comfortable silence falls over the three of them, broken by the occasional moan of appreciation. The food is good, but my appetite is nowhere to be seen, despite the aching hunger. I don’t want to appear rude so I try everything on my plate. One of the dishes makes my lips and tongue burn, Lottie laughs as I grab for my water to put out the fire in my mouth.“Not a curry fan then.” She splutters as she takes another bite of her food.“It burns.” My voice croaks. The water has done nothing to give me the feeling back in my lips. I think I’ll stick to the plain, familiar food for now. I eat a bit more chicken and some broccoli and soon feel full.“Thank you for dinner.” I lean back in my seat and thank Christian. My stomach feels so heavy I doubt I’ll be able to stand any time soon. “You barely ate anything.” Lottie’s off the cuff remark earns her a glare from each of her brothers. “The Doc sa

Christian’s POV This morning I never would have expected or dared to hope that by this evening Liberty would be snuggled against me waiting to watch a movie. Our bond may not be complete, but I can sense her seeking comfort from presence. Part of me is overjoyed she would find comfort in my touch, the other part is beyond livid that she has anything to seek comfort for. Her heart is hammering in her chest, and I muffled sniffle escapes her as I take the chance and wrap my arm around her tighter, pulling her as close as I can.“Look at me little one.” I cup her chin in the v of my hand, between my fingers and thumb, and gently tip her head up to face me. A single tear drops from her lashes and lands on her flushed pink cheek. Max starts ranting in my head about the things he will do to that bastard Kendrick when we get out claws into him. The salty sorrow that coats my lips when I lean down to kiss the tear away only enrages Max further and I have to push him as far back in my mind as

Liberty’s POV“You see what I have to do, you selfish, useless, little whore.” Kendrick’s scarlet, snarling face is only a couple of feet from the bars of my cage as he spits his venomous words in my direction. His angry purple cock is gripped firmly in his hand, the head of it bending crookedly to the side. The nightly routine runs through my mind with such clarity, I can taste the fear in the air. Another one of his maids kneels before him, her red blotchy face, steaked with tears. Each night is a different girl as he cycles through his victims. She knows what is coming, there is no way the rest of the pack house don’t hear the cries, or notice when one of them goes missing. The same as every other night. He grabs a fist full of her hair, making her scream as he yanks he head back. He has snapped more than on neck as I watch in horror, bars preventing me from doing anything be spectate.“Please Alpha..” she begs, but her pleas fall on deaf ears, instead he takes the opportunity of

“Yes?” he asks. I manage a small nod, expecting Zander to break away. He does no such thing and Christian disappears from sight. The bed dips near my legs and I’m momentarily distracted by Zander rolling one of my nipples between his thumb and finger, he pulls my leg further to the side with his own leg. Sparks rush over me as Christian lifts my other leg to the side, spreading me before himself. I feel heat rising in my cheeks, I know he is looking right between my legs, I can feel his eyes wandering over me, examining me in my vulnerable state. Rough stubble grazes my sensitised skin and his warm flat tongue strokes a blazing trail towards my leaking core. Zander kisses from my mouth, down my jaw, back to my neck, lifting and bunching the top before swiftly pulling it from under me, and off over my head. My fingers slide into Christian’s hair, it’s a feeble attempt to stop his advances. How can I want to feel his mouth there but not want it at the same time? My other hand grasps at

“Let go baby, you don’t need to stop it, we’ve got you.” I encourage her, lifting my head to watch as she comes undone. My thumb takes over rubbing her clit. My other hand lays flat on the soft flesh above her mound and I push down gently, the fingers inside her, curling and thrusting up against her sweet spot. My hand on her moves slightly as my fingers thrust harder and deeper, her pussy clenches and her hips buck as she gets closer to the peak. Watching her skin blush and the way her back arches, pushing her firm, round breasts into Chris’s hands, causes a bead of precum to spill from the tip of my cock, seeping into the tight fabric restraining it. Feeling her pussy spasm and hearing the pause in her breathing, I thrust my fingers harder, deeper and quicker, adding more pressure with my other hand. A strangled moan bounces off the walls as she climaxes, warm jets of her release squirt up my arm. I keep my fingers deep inside, roughly stroking her sweet spot, my palm presses agains