The forgotten Alpha's revenge. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Celeste’s POV I have been back in the heart of the coven for well over a week now. I feel lost and among all these witches I feel more alone than I have in the last two decades. I want to be back in my little cottage, alone in the forest. At night I dream of Nikita and I wake with sweat pouring from me. I don’t know if she is alive and if her pregnancy continues. It makes sense why she turned up at my door that day with Keeva. She wanted to know if there was any way to end her pregnancy. I would not have helped her do such a thing, but I could have been there to help her walk a different path than the one laid before her. She would not have returned to her pack if Alia had not been there to interfere. I thought she might have gone to my cottage to make up with me by now. She hasn’t contacted me with the instructions I left for her. I was angry when I said those things. Surely she knows that? I am yet to be dragged in front of the High Council to be formally forgiven a

Keeva’s POVThe red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entrance, arms spread wide and he embraces me in a warm hug. ‘Now, then. Let’s get you kitted out and on the road again.’ He scowls at the silly girl and she leaves the room blinking back tears. ‘Good to see you again Gregory. How is your father?’ Channon stands and shakes the man hand.

Blake’s POVBliez watches and his cock drips thick precum onto the shiny floor. His mind buzzes with want and anger. I push the lubed end of the dildo deep into her pussy and she arches her back in pleasure and acceptance. It goes so deep into her body until I feel the resistance of her cervix and then I stop and leave her pussy filled with the hard toy. I pull in out slowly to make sure she feels every inch. Skillfully i get out some lube with my free hand onto her bum hole, and she tries to lower her legs, but the chain holds her firmly in place. Instead she raises her bum from the bed, away from me. ‘Down.’ I snap at her, but she keeps her ass hovering in the air, just her shoulders are on the bed.I spring up and reach the strap that is attached to the frame of the bed, bringing one from each side and position them on the black sheets, either side of here her body should be. I put my hand on her firm flat stomach and push her back down. The big clear dildo still hangs from her pus

Channon’s POV I push the door and it swings heavily open. The smell of blood is pungent and overwhelms my senses. Sat on a chair, four stairs above ground level is Admis. His head is bent down to the neck of a young brunette girl. She can’t be much more than eighteen years old. Her top half is naked, and her small breasts are exposed to the room. Huge, gnawed, holes are scattered across her limp body, but no blood escapes from them. She has been sucked dry. Her face is blank, and there is no light left in her eyes. He looks up from his meal with eyes the colour of raging fire. Blood drips from his exposed fangs. His claw like hand is around the back of her neck with a grip is so tight his nails are invisible in her skin. ‘Excuse the intrusion Sir.’ I blurt out and bow my head. I can’t look on this insidious scene any longer. ‘Ah, Channon. There you are!’ Admis stands to greet me. He simply let’s go of the young girls body and she drops like a sack of po

Keeva’s POV‘No!’ I hear Channon scream across the room. My mind breaks out of the trance it has been under and I rip myself from Admis’s vice like grip. I feel his sharp tooth slice my shoulder as I pull away, his fangs had been so close to me, a second more he would have plunged them deep not my neck. Was his intention to drain me or turn me into a devil like himself? I turn looking for Channon. His face is pained. ‘I can’t shift Keeva. They must have slipped me some wolfsbane.’ My brows furrow and I try and process what the fuck is happening. How can Channon talk to me in my head? I’m scared and I’m not sure why I feel a sharp pain moving through my body. I kick the ridiculous shoes off and start to try and run towards Channon. One of my beautiful red bottom heels smacks a gawking vamp straight in the face. I don’t say sorry. The bitch who came to the ruins that night with red hair is behind Channon and she smiles evilly, and backs towards the main door. I don’t even notice the sli