Semua Bab Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Emmett De LoughreyThe smile faded from my face when Bellatrix fell asleep. Colton joining the resistance has shifted the axis of her world in ways she hasn’t realized, the cracks were beginning to form and the secrets I’ve kept to protect her are slowly rising to the surface.He was one of her close friends and the leader chose him specifically for that connection. Her father intends to capitalize on that bond, creating an opening to bring her to his side. I couldn’t blame Bellatrix for taking the opportunity, her life’s purpose was dedicated to finding The Rebel’s Creed, it’s one the reasons she pushed herself to excel in weaponry and craft her skills so that they would find her as a value asset.She endured the cruelty of bullying all for them and yet she didn’t know how her life had already been of purpose to them in a different way, her father was the leader and there is no telling how she might react to that news.We were all digging our own graves with these secrets and I held

Bellatrix SinclairThe competition was tomorrow and the atmosphere in the palace was tense. After dinner, Lila wanted to have a semblance of peace after such an encounter, choosing to go to the secret dungeon for wine and entertainment.“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It can help you distress.” She insisted with a playful wiggle of her brows.I laugh at her antics, “As tempting as the offer is, I’m going to have to pass.”She pouts before waving, “Your loss, I’ll see you tomorrow.”The hallway is empty, a thickness in the air that was initiated by the rivalry that finally emerged. Taking slow strides to my room at the far end, my thoughts drawing back to Emmett revealing that there was a traitor in our midst. In my one month of recovery, he hasn’t provided any further information on whether the traitor was caught.My suspicions grew when I returned to the palace, Cassandra has

Bellatrix SinclairBathed in darkness, keenly aware that my every reaction was being analysed by him. The question swirled within my mind, a definite answer at the tip of my tongue and yet I couldn’t speak because I knew the consequences of the truth.It would hurt Lazarus and I’d have to face these feelings that I’ve buried. I wasn’t ready nor did I have the privilege of a choice. Both lie, both deceive, and both make me feel things I cannot explain.Lazarus twists his wrist, urging his fingers deeper while the elated buzzing under my skin gradually increased. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit, antagonizing me while the electric current zapped in my bloodstream. I released a sharp exhale, completely at his mercy.“Your cunt is dripping down my fingers, can you hear that.” His honeyed voice announced. The lewd sounds of my soaking wet pussy echoed within the room, blending with the vicious pounding of my heart and breathy moans.“Come on Ma Cherie,” he coaxed in that sic

Bellatrix Sinclair“She really thinks she’s hot shit.” Another participant sneers.The other with striking red hair scoffed in disgust, “Humans aren’t allowed weapons, she’s going to fail.”“Humans love to make fools of themselves.” Another brunette snickered, “It’s pathetic, I’m going to love watching her fall on her ass.”They glared at me, mocked and laughed with bitterness in their voices despite the fact that we were on the live broadcast. We were escorted onto a training ground, stretching far and wide with greenery while the scorching heat of the sun kissed our skin.Give it thirty minutes and the rest of them wouldn’t be able to take the heat, especially considering the nature of this competition. This wouldn’t be a regular marksmanship challenge, there wouldn’t be a bulls-eye to shoot.This test will go far beyond that, the focus was on our limits and pushing it to the extreme. The sweltering heat was the giveaway, the humidity will only increase from here and that will play

Bellatrix SinclairA rush of exhilaration poured into my veins, spreading to my nerves like wildfire. My heart pounded chaotically, echoing loudly into my ears as the prey became the predator. The sparks ignited under my fingertips, itching to pull the trigger – which is exactly what I did.This was a game, and I craved this type of excitement, the one that fizzled in my blood.The countdown was reaching it’s last five minutes, sweat coated my skin and had my clothes sticking to my body. Each breath becoming deeper and harsher, chasing after the wolves while also coordinating my attacks to their patterned programming.Every muscle ached and burned, pushing my body to the limits and I loved every second of it. The countdown hit the two-minute mark and this time; I focused on the last wolf within my vision. Gradually progressing with each target, I noticed that they adapted towards their opponent in subtle ways.This wolf for example was using sound as a means of distraction, moving in