Chasing Their Unloved Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Rebecca I know Ace goes to his little pet every morning and feeds her. He needs her strength so she can bear his heir. I know he toys with her and his desires run almost as deep as his anger and hatred. That is why I encourage his trysts with the Omegas and even my best friend, Tiffany. I watch through the sheer curtains of the french doors dividing our living area from bedroom as Ace fucks Tiffany hard. I touch myself as I watch him toss her from her position on her hands and knees, quickly flipping her to her back and slamming into her with a vengeance. It turns me on not only watching their interaction, but knowing this little act of passion is causing that little red haired bitch unbearable pain! If I truly loved Ace, I would not stand for this, but he is a tool like any other. He is an ends to a means, like any man is. They are not worth the trouble of actually caring for them. But Ace does have a spectacular body and I know how to leverage mine to control him. Too bad, my wi

Kaiya What the fuck was that? I wonder to myself as I reel in the heat of what just passed between Dylan and I. I am uncertain what to think or feel. All reasoning has left me as the guards, Tanner, Ross and Jared all lead me to my new home in the dungeons, because I am a clever “Little Mouse”. Honestly, I think Ace lost the plot somewhere. He is not right in the head. Dylan, on the other hand…Dylan made my heart race and my body fill with a need I never imagined having. I need to feel his touch. I crave his hands all over my body, his kisses, his mouth. I want him to explore me and ravish me. I want to give into his most depraved desires. I have never felt this way before, not even when Ace touches me and my body responds to him, does this level of need strike me. ‘It is because Dylan was being kind and sensual,’ I think I hear the faintest, weakest voice mumble in my mind and then my headache takes over. “Is my headache caused by Lilly trying to re-awaken?” I mumble to myself t

Dylan I cannot just go up to the Lycan King’s Mate, his Luna, and ask her if she is this lost heir or if she has children. I mean, we know she has a son, everyone knows she has a son. He will be eighteen in the spring, but The Lycan King’s son is his heir, we would have to give our pack over to him. If we don’t fix things, we will have to anyway. I make my way to my father’s house and his home office. He moved to this townhouse after retiring. My father doesn’t run the pack or the business anymore, but he has been working on some side business venture idea he had. “Dad, I’m glad you are in,” I say as I walk into his home office and meet his cold stare. I never thought green was a cold color, but when my father’s green eyes meet mine, I get a chill. My father sits behind his enormous, showy, teak desk in his leather swivel chair with a casual but professional looking collared shirt and dark slacks. He never was good at unwinding, at least not after mom died. I vaguely remember a

Kaiya***Trigger warning-many chapters contain fragments of sexual violence, but this chapter contains a fairly graphic depiction of rape, if this triggers you, you may want to skip reading this chapter. Your mental health means a lot to me, only read this chapter under caution.*** Of course, he shows up more. One of the days, I hoped for just one or two visits from Ace and he is here early in the afternoon. Usually he comes at around am and again around seven or eight at night. I look at him as he lowers the hook, oh! He wants to make me his pinata again. He enjoys this little game of his. He strives to see how long before I cry out and how long before I let the pain claim my thoughts and consume me. Ace steps into my cell and hooks my wrist shackles to the hook, before taking a step back out to raise it up enough so I barely grace the floor with my feet. This is one of his favorites. He hasn’t realized, yet that the more he does this the more used to it I get and the more contro

Dylan I stare at Ace before answering my phone and walking out of his office as flustered as I have been in a while. How come he never told me about mom’s journals before? “Yeah, Dad. What is it?” I ask. “Can you come over? You wanted to talk and I don’t know how much I feel like revealing, but I can tell you a few things you might want to know,” my father sighs into the phone. “I’ll be right there,” I reply as I unlock my office and place the journals into my desk drawer along with their keys. ‘I really hope whatever he has to tell me is helpful,’ I say to Tam, who has stepped forward in my mind space but remains quiet.I pull up in front of my father’s townhouse before long and rush up the front steps to his door. I knock twice and open the door, as is our usual ritual. “I’m in my office,” my father calls out and I head into the room I already suspected he would be in.His back is to me and he is looking out the window, but he speaks to me as I enter and take a seat.“There ar