BellaI didn’t want him to stop. His lips were soft. His hands were rough. His scent clouded my mind.As I lean into him, his fingers tug at my sweatshirt. Grazing my skin underneath. Sparks fly across my stomach at his touch.“Stop.” I murmur against his lips. I just wasn’t ready for anything more. No matter how natural it seemed to be.His hands retreat. He kisses me again. A little harder and hungrier than before. His lips move to my jaw and down on my neck.It felt wrong but so good until I feel his teeth. He was going to mark me if I didn’t say something.Why couldn’t I say anything?Aiden pauses, like he was waiting for me to tell him to stop and yet I couldn’t. I was strong. I was independent and yet I couldn’t tell him to stop.His teeth break the skin on my neck. His canines descend, penetrating deep into my flesh as he locks onto me. His hands hold me steady as his teeth seem to sink even deeper.I couldn’t move. I felt powerless, like I was having my life stripped away from

Bella“It’s treason, plotting against the Queen.” Aiden murmurs, pacing the hallway. “Either they have high hopes their plan will work or they haven’t got a clue who she is.”“They know.” I mutter. Of course they knew. They were killing males but going after females to do who knows what to them. The Queen would be the ultimate goal.When I look up, he is staring at me. “You know more than what you are saying.”“I don’t. Or at least I don’t think I know more. Don’t you think it's all weird?”“Weird? My mother is missing and you are calling it weird!“That’s not what I mean. Until now, no female has been reported missing. Why?”He shakes his head at me. “I don’t know. What I do know is that we are wasting time.”“What if they are like me?”He shakes his head at me. Not following what I was trying to say.“Once, a prized possession until they were no good anymore. Tossed aside because they had become to much of a threat. Sold to the highest bidder.”“Dom’s dead.” I nodded my head. I kne

BellaI gasp for breath as I sit up. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. Faint sobs echoed around me.I was in some sort of cage. A dungeon maybe. Groaning, I push myself to my feet. My entire body ached. The last thing I remember is the clawed hand around my throat. Squeezing until I couldn’t breathe.“Bella.” My name is whispered in the darkness.Turning to my left, I see Aiden’s mother, Lilah, staring back at me. Her hands gripped around the bars that separated our cages.Even in the darkness, I could see how tired and ill she looked.As I turn my head, I see that it isn’t just us. There are dozens of women, some are barely women at all. Just children, who cowered away.“How long?” I mutter, rubbing the side of my head“They dumped you in there a couple of hours ago.”“Hours?” I was surprised it had taken me so long to wake up. But that wasn’t the main thing puzzling me. There were no scents down here.“They inject everyone.” Lilah whispers as my eyes scan the darkness.“Wit

BellaEvery inch of me hurts. I hurt more than I have ever hurt before. My bones, my flesh and yet, somehow, I couldn’t remember anything that had happened to me. Before waking in my sister’s room. The last thing I could recall was being dropped back into that dungeon. I hadn’t been beaten then. I had just been dropped. A girl spoke to me and then everything went dark.I smell his warm chocolate scent like I had when I woke in Darcy’s room. I let my eyes creep open. The bright light giving me an instant headache.“How are you feeling?” He presses his lips to my cheek.“Sore.” I hated it. Out of all the things that had been done to me, this was the worst. They had made sure I was unconscious for it too. Was it Christian or had he asked someone else to beat me to a pulp?I try to move. At first it felt like there was something wrong with me. Like my body was fighting against me. It took me a second to realise I was tied down again.My chest pounded as I scanned the room.“Bella, you’v

Bella“Order me to do something else!” I beg the King“Did you know?” Aiden questions me.I shake my head. “Not until you told me your father wanted me to speak to him. Then I felt it, the drive, the order, the need to fulfil it.”I look back at the King who is watching me. He seemed fascinated rather than angry. I was doing everything in my power to resist the order. To keep my ass in the chair.“Is that how it’s always been? You’ve been ordered to kill?” The King questions me“Not at first.” My grip on the chair tightens so much that it physically hurts my hands. “As I got older.”“When you started to rebel?” Aiden asksI nod. “Please, break the order.”The King was the only one who could. He was the only one who held power over everyone. But he just watches me.“You have your Wolf.” He mutters, rising to his feet. He moves around the desk until he is in front of me. “Somehow, you still have your Wolf.”“That’s what we came to speak to you about.” Aiden tells him. “She can still sce