TRIGGER WARNING!! Sexual content. Slavery. 18+. Violence at the beginning. Abuse. Read at own risk. ~ ALPHA IAN ~ I have a sexy wife who I let everyone f**k, I feel nothing for her, to me she's my means of release and pride. My pack not only shares everything, they share everyone. Conquering packs for fun is our hobby. To us there is no such thing as a mate, because of the curse that the moon goddess bestowed upon us. But ever since I conquered the blood moon pack, I'm beginning to wonder what I feel for the filthy runt of the pack. I want no one to touch her. And what's worse is that I want to spread her legs apart and thrust my c**k into her tight, sweet p***y violently just so I could satisfy my urge and desires.
View MoreRoxanne's POV: I stood there, looking at him in concern for a few minutes. When he sat upright and slowly stood up, his body was trembling. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he looked behind me. He quickly ran into the pack house, surprising me. "Wow, he really is scared of you," I whispered softly to Jersey, then turned back and looked at the car that was approaching us. By the scent, I could tell it was Garren. "Not me, he is more afraid of my master," she answered. I quickly rushed to the car once it had parked. I grabbed the door and opened it. Garren looked at me, then got out. As soon as his feet touched the ground, I jumped on him with tears filling my eyes. I couldn't believe he was actually here, in my arms. "Did you miss me that much?" he asked. "More than anything," I answered in a cracked voice and held him tighter as he wrapped his arms around me and moved with me to where Jersey was standing. "Master, welcome," she greeted. "Thank you, Jers
Roxanne's POV: "Everything should be perfect before they walk in," I mind-linked my mother. "Of course, everything is set. We didn't take five days to prepare for nothing, you know," she responded, then looked at herself with a frown plastered on her face. "Do I look okay?" she asked. I was about to answer when I saw my father move closer and kiss her head lightly, making her turn to look at him. "You have always been sexy, Amelia, and why are you asking her when there is me?" he asked as she playfully hit his shoulder and laughed softly. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear before pulling back with a smirk. Just looking at them made me so happy and calm. I wished Garren and I would grow up to be just like them. "Everyone, be ready. They are approaching now!" Angelina said as soon as she walked into the living room. "Jersey, now," I ordered as she snapped her fingers and the lights turned off. The room instantly went silent. We were all waiting for them to walk i
Amelia's POV: "It's in the best interest of the pups that we start up a little training field for them," Angelina said. "Let me get this straight, you want the pups to undergo daily exercise and training?" I asked seriously. "Yes, Auntie. Just think about it. Not only will their day be occupied with fun, they will get to be strong," she answered with a wide smile. "No, that's not happening," I answered simply as her smile faded. "What?" she asked. "I said no. When you were a pup, you had your fun and enjoyed the freedom that came with it. No one put you up for exercises or training, and that's exactly what I want the pups to experience. A life of freedom and fun like you had," I answered as she frowned. She was about to say something when Roxanne and Jersey appeared a few meters away from us. I frowned, then quickly rushed to her side and embraced her. "Roxanne," I called in a greeting whisper when I pulled back and looked at her face. "Hello, Mother," she said happily. "Wh
Roxanne's POV: I knocked on the door, then walked into Garren's office. He was on his laptop, typing something. He looked exhausted and low-spirited. Now that Thelma was gone, he was handling everything by himself. "Hey," I whispered softly. "Hey, baby girl," he answered, then looked at me. "Roman," I called, more as a question. He chuckled softly, then extended his hand towards me. Why was he in control? Was Garren going through something serious that I wasn't aware of? I moved closer and held his hand. He pulled me onto his lap, then wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head against my shoulder. "You don't have to worry, Garren is fine. I took control because of a few issues I had to settle with the heirs of each vampire bloodline. It's my duty to make sure they all fall in line and under our rule," he said as I sighed softly in relief. "How are you?" I whispered softly, then tensed when he pressed his lips on my shoulder. "A little annoyed over what's going on
Kyle's POV: "Are you ready to take over as Alpha of the pack with the training you acquired here, or do you prefer to go to the Alpha training camp, which is held every five years?" my father asked. I kept quiet, thinking about what would be beneficial to me. "If I decide to go to the camp, will I go there alone?" I asked curiously. "No, Larson will have to go too. He is your Beta," he answered as I averted my gaze from him. He knew that I would choose the camp; that's why he even brought up the topic. It was obvious how he wanted me to work out everything with that bastard. "Father, why are you trying to force me to reconcile with that bastard?" I asked seriously. "Because he is your cousin and Beta. He will forever be your right hand, so you need to work things out. How do you expect the pack to thrive more in the future when you two never get along?" he asked. "What's so good about the training camp anyway? I wanted to choose it so I can be far away from Larson and other th
Garren's POV: I looked at my bloody hands, then at the small group trembling in front of me. A few dead bodies lay next to them, and the guards stood at the far end, avoiding my gaze. It wasn't my intention to take it this far, but they pushed me to do it. The letter they received was a clear call and warning. Some came willingly, while others played stubborn. I had to go into their mansion and personally retrieve them, or at least their dead bodies, to set an example. As news spread, they all came in fear, and the guards knew better than to try and stand against me. Having witnessed the downfall of the coven, they were well aware of what Roman could do. "I'm sure you all know why I called you here," I said lazily, then crossed my legs on the golden chair. "No...we have no idea," a female answered in a low, cracked voice. "All of you here are the remaining heirs of each powerful vampire bloodline. Everyone has dreams now that the coven is no more, and most of you want to play go
Roxanne's POV: I was awakened by light footsteps in the room. I rubbed my eyes a few times, then sat upright and looked at the person who was standing next to the desk, facing me with a bow. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" I asked, my tone serious. When she stood upright and dropped the cloak from her head, I sighed in relief. "So it is you. What do you want, Thelma?" I whispered in a low tone. "I apologize for disturbing your sleep. I was just preparing a warm bath for you," she answered, as I chuckled softly. What did she take me for, a fool? She and I weren't exactly friends or strangers who shared a conversation. When I was kidnapped by Garren, she hated everything about me and made sure to show it through her actions. Although she did think of me as her savior, she still didn't show her gratitude on her face, but rather distaste. "I can't pick up Garren's scent, which means he is not in here, so you can drop the pretense," I said seriously. "I don't understan
Thelma's POV: "Is it done?" Master Roman asked in his office, while looking at a file in his hand. His hair was let down, and he was wearing a light blue shirt and black trousers. A few front buttons were undone, and he looked very happy and calm. "Yes, master. I have written a letter to each house of the late coven elders. I'm sure their heirs will respond in no time," I answered. "Of course they will. If they don't, I will kill them," he said, then looked up and met my eyes. "How is everything going?" he asked seriously. "A few vampires have begun meeting in secret. They are planning to ambush human territory and take over known organizations by force, while the others live in fear of what you may do next," I answered. "Well then, it's decided. I'll pay them a visit tonight," he said, then stood up. "Jersey, how is she?" he asked, as I frowned. Master Garren and I were very close, but when it came to Master Roman, I felt so distant from him, and we rarely talked about anyth
Roman's POV: I was a little exhausted, and so was Astrid, who was naked on the bed. Garren took over, and I let him have his first time with Roxanne. But after that, I took over, and Roxanne gave her control to Astrid, which was great. They made love, but we fucked and kept at it for hours. Now she carried my mark, and I couldn't be more satisfied than I already was. I sat at the edge of the bed while Astrid was lying on her stomach. I didn't want to look at her for a long time because I knew I would end up being aroused. "Roman," she called softly. "Yes, baby girl," I answered calmly, then turned to look at her. Never in a million years had I ever thought I would use such a name. But whenever I called her that name, she acted shy, and that pleased me. She sat upright, then groaned softly and shyly lowered her gaze. She was obviously sore because of how hard I had held her. "Since you call me that, should I call you what Roxanne called Garren?" she asked in a low tone. "Wha
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