All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THE PRESENT.LADY BAEVERA.“I still cannot believe a blood-bond finally formed for you after all these years. I was beginning to think it might never happen!” Helory squealed once again.I huffed, casting my best friend a side glance where she lay sprawled across the bed like an overexcited child.My maids moved around us; fastening my clasps, adjusting pins, and smoothing silks as they dressed me in my ceremonial gown. I slipped my arms gracefully through the sleeves they held open.“Don’t look at me like that, young lady,” Helory clapped her hands, kicking her feet. “I am just so excited! At over a thousand years old, I am fairly certain you are the last blood-virgin in all of Vallen Falls—possibly even all of Urai. Most of us were bloodhosts before we reached three hundred. It is such a thrilling thing, Bae. I am giddy for you!”“I am excited too.” And I truly am.Helory sat upright. “By the Goddess, you are so beautiful.”“Oh, please,” I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at th

LADY BAEVERAAt some point, another restless sleep crept in. This one dragged behind it a nightmare I’d not had in centuries.Our first encounter. Two hundred years after Revandrel walked away from the Eldareth estate as a bloodied figure in the night, I met him at a formal dinner gathering.I just walked into the event hall with gloved hands, a polished smile, and effortless elegance, when I felt a prickling gaze.I looked up, and our eyes met.Run. That was my first instinct. It had bothered me greatly. Because why would I, Baevera Eldareth, feel such a thing for him, little Evan of yesterday?So what if he had filled out since then? What if his eyes now carried a hardness they never used to? What was that to me?Why should the ghost of that last threat he spat at me the night he disappeared still echo in my head loud enough to shake me?Annoyed with myself, I straightened. Anger steeled my spine as I lifted my chin and walked toward him with my head held high.“What is a filth li

LADY BAEVERA“Whatever you paid for me, I am worth more than that,” I said aloud in a calm and composed tone, as my client stepped in, closing the door behind him.“As I have been led to believe,” his tone rich with curiosity. “You are certainly more expensive than any pleasure maiden I have seen in a long while.”That voice was familiar.I really looked at him. He was tall, lean, and handsome. Confident in that effortlessly arrogant way of males used to power.Then the memory clicked.Baron James of Dunrowen, commander of three knightly houses and warden of the Southern Marches. He was a regular at Pleasur’io.Of course. Some things never changed. He had always been a lover of the night and its women.It was only a matter of time before he recognized me.“How much did Lord Cel’theren charge you?” I asked evenly.The manner, the words, unexpectedly came to me easily. Though, they felt foreign now, like dancing after years of forgetting the steps… for once upon a time, this was second n

LADY BAEVERAI woke in the early hours of dawn, sore. But not terribly so. My healing had already begun.I always healed faster than most Urekai. My body, traitorous as it may be, never failed to repair itself thoroughly.But the moment of calm did not last. That aftermath fear I was so familiar with set in. The fear of not knowing.What had been done to my body while I was unconscious? Did they touch me in ways I did not consent to?I checked my skin for bruises and cuts. Ran my hands over my neck, my wrists… checking if I had been fed from. All clear.Parting my legs, I winced at the soreness, swiping my fingers over my intimate area. I stared at the slick mess. No blood, just my own wetness and male fluid.Yet that fear remained. Not knowing had always been a relief and a torment.What if they took those liberties but my body healed before I even opened my eyes?Nausea rose in my throat.I stumbled to the adjoining lavatory and emptied my stomach.Then came the tears. I wiped them a

LADY BAEVERARelief was the first thing I felt. Finally, I was getting what I wanted.Then the fall continued. I just…kept falling.The wind lashed against my face, tore through my hair, and howled past my ears.Fear came, creeping in like an unwelcome guest.I tried to ignore it, to cling to the peace of impending death. But the fall felt endless, and survival instinct kicked in.Before my brain could catch up, my body shifted into my beast form. It happened a split second before impact.The landing was not smooth at all, my beast barely absorbing the worst of the fall. Pain exploded through my limbs as I crashed into the ground.I howled in agony, my limbs cracking on contact. My head throbbed with a pain that felt like it had been forged in hell.But I was alive.The shift slipped away; I could not hold it any longer. My broken body reverted back to flesh, and I lay there, trembling, gasping, and in so much pain.Voices swirled around me. Loud, panicked, but distant.“Are you alrig