I looked away. The fact that my mate was as powerful as him and didn't want me left a bitter feeling. It was like I was almost saved but not totally. Because no matter how powerful my mate was, if he didn't want me, what was the point? Nothing. Nothing will change in my life. I was stuck where I had been. And the only thing that can save me from all my problems was me. "What did you call me for?" I snapped, my hands clenching. My long nails dug into my palms. A sane part of my mind knew that if I tried to harm him, I would end up hurting myself badly and I wanted to avoid that. And in exchange, I resort to inflicting pain to stop myself from doing something harsh. Nicholas sat unperturbed in his chair. "Does staying for three days in the dungeon make you love it?" "Well, I prefer that place than seeing you actually" "Still stubborn, I see" I pursed my lips in a straight line to stop saying something. "Are you not going to say thank you for the clothing and food that I prov

Florence I closed my eyes and bit my lips harder to stop myself from moaning. His breath and touch made my rational thoughts fly out the window. His enticing scent becomes more apparent the closer he gets. Intoxicating. As his tongue and lips caressed my skin, a shivering thrill ran down my spine, weakening my knees. My nipples hardened, and the tingle in my stomach pleasurably turned into a throbbing ache between my legs. His other hand firmly held my waist as he sucked my neck, keeping me in place. His grip on my waist became tighter as he inhaled deeply. He rasped as he dipped his head. "I can smell your arousal" I clenched my fist at the same moment I felt my clit throb from his blunt words. My cheeks were on fire, especially how I could feel the bulge of his cock that was undeniably hard on my stomach. I was breathing heavily as I spoke which turned into a moan, "S-stop" "I can't hear you" he whispered back while his hand was slowly going down close to my pussy. 'He do

Florence The guard next to me snarled, "Where are you staring at?" and grabbed my arm, forcing me to gaze straight ahead. I rolled my eyes and kept walking down the long series of stairs. Bright lamps adorned the stone wall. My planning and thought processes were active as I moved. I was much more aware of my surroundings, able to hear the breathing of the guards standing next to and behind me, their footsteps, and the sound of keys clinking. After taking the final step, we immediately started down the corridor. As we walked onto the other corridor, I cracked my fingers, choosing to carry out my last-minute scheme. Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of racing footsteps approaching us from behind. I came to a complete halt and turned around to face the darkened passageway. A burly guard arrived a little while later and appeared distraught, saying, "Hey." All of the guards surrounding me halted in their stride and turned to see the newcomer. The guard on my left scoffed, "Why do

As I calmed my racing heart, I took a moment to survey the room I had hastily entered. The dim lighting from a solitary lamp cast eerie shadows, highlighting the other side of the room. My eyes widened in shock as I noticed a small cell tucked away in the corner, its iron bars serving as a haunting reminder of captivity. But what truly made my blood ran cold was the figure imprisoned within. There, in that cramped and gloomy space, sat Scyther, arms chained upward on his side. My heart skipped a beat as I took in his appearance. He was an old man, thin and haggard, with sunken eyes. His skin was pale and wrinkled as if time itself had etched its cruel marks upon him. His arms have been cut all over and are bleeding. Scyther's presence alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. He was a man capable of unspeakable acts, a predator who preyed on both rogues and werewolves alike. No one knows his real name or even fully saw his face that was able to live. He has a reputation as

My anger simmered, mingling with a sense of disappointment. I had trusted Simon to carry out his duty, to keep watch over Florence and ensure her confinement. And yet, he had failed me. "You don't know who that woman is. The Alpha will kill us all" I snarled. Simon's face turned pale. The fear in his eyes was palpable, a stark reminder of the consequences of failure. "I... I understand, Beta Clifford. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit," Simon whispered, his voice barely audible. “Oh, it is not me who will set the punishment. It was the Alpha” I swiftly rose from my seat and left my office, the urgency of the situation pulsing through my veins. Through the mindlink, I gave out an order. ‘Gather the search party! I want every available pack member on high alert. We need to find a woman that escaped not too long ago and bring her back, no matter the cost!’ I heard my pack members spring into action. I descended the stairs, my footsteps echoing with authority, until I r