Night Flower
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As a young and curious woman, she never imagined the danger that lurked within the territory of the Supreme alpha. In a moment of recklessness, she crossed the border and soon found herself trapped in a world where her very existence was a threat. The alpha, suspicious of her intentions, locked her away and demanded answers. But she couldn't reveal the truth - she was a werewolf, just like him. Desperate to escape and prove her innocence, she made a fatal mistake and touched the alpha, breaking a sacred rule. His men punished her mercilessly, leaving her with a broken arm and a bruised ego. But her ordeal was far from over. The alpha continued to interrogate her, determined to uncover her true identity. As he pushed her to her limits, she began to undergo the heating process - a biological response that made every werewolf male in the vicinity aware of her presence. Her situation became more perilous than ever before, as she struggled to survive in a world where she was seen as nothing more than a threat. Will she be able to prove her innocence and escape the clutches of the alpha, or will she be condemned to a life of captivity and fear?
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Night Flower Thirteen
The loud clang was barely audible, and I was more concerned about what I would find on the other side of the door. With no idea what her demeanor would be, I mentally prepared myself as much as I could. One thing was having the sense that my body wanted whatever she gave, but there was also the notion of knowing the result we might have after we lay together. The scent became stronger as I pulled the heavy door towards me. These were cells to hold the worst of the worst. Small spaces, low ceilings, and barely any light. Her eyes were the first thing I saw, with witchy eyes. Bright in the darkness, drawing me in. She was covered in interesting bits as she sat naked on the filthy floor. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I approached her, but her captivating gaze held me spellbound. Her stillness unnerved me; she looked regal even in this filthy place. Here, I was offering myself like any other male. The suspense was palpable; it was unheard of that an alpha could be reje
Night Flower Twelve
“Take a whiff of that.” In all the commotion no one had alerted me of the incoming vehicle. “Mihir, you didn't say you were coming.” As always, he smiled broadly, his chest out, and looking like he didn’t have a single trouble in the world. My baby brother moved fast in my direction, wrapping his beefy arms around me like the handsy douche he was. “And yet here I am, brother.” My baby brother, who usually avoided me unless there was some type of situation where I found myself in some kind of hardship, was the first to come knocking. He enjoyed my suffering, but most of all, he enjoyed the freedom that came from the fact that he was the second child. “Who’s the delicious creature?” He didn’t seem as bothered as my men, maybe because he had married young, endured multiple heartbreaks, and was also in love. “No one of your business.” “Come on, brother, indulge me. You know well that I have too much time on my hands. Let me at least have some fun.” “You think this is a funny situa
Night Flower Eleven
Rarely did my men feel the need to approach the moving vehicle I was in. Usually, they would wait until I had both of my feet on the ground and was paying attention to them. They didn't dare talk any more than necessary or approach me with minor issues, but when your head of security and my right hand both stood and came to meet me, a dreadful feeling overcame me. Aside from a minor issue in the past, our world seemed to be fine. On any other day, a question or an unexpected encounter between species might have occurred, but it would have been dealt with. My excursions were purely political in nature; they were done to maintain face and demonstrate that things were under control to the other warmbloods who were aware of us. maintaining order among the rare hot-blooded parties and attacks on civilian targets These were calm times; in fact, they were so calm that the brunette intruder had even been amusing. I still don't know what it was, but something in my gut told me not to believe
Night Flower Ten
Tap tap. Tap tap. The rhythmic sound came from the other side of the wall. It was faint, but it was enough to wake me up. The deafening silence was too much; I felt like I had been thrown into a void where the only light source was so faint that I could barely see a few feet in front of me. The dark walls and the unkempt appliances added more to the eerie scenery. Nothing had happened after they locked the door; no one had come to see me. Or feed me. My stomach had been growling like crazy, and that last meal had been a few bites of questionable fruit due to the ongoing game Ruby had been playing with me and my food. Wrapping myself had made it impossible for me to eat without hesitation. Water was not an option; the pipes had groaned for a long time just to let out a couple of rusty droplets. The small room had maintained its temperature. Cold. Wrapping myself around had somewhat worked; the oversized shirt covered my knees while the rest of me had to endure it; somehow I had f
Night Flower Nine
He kept me at arm's reach, with his whole wrap pressing down onto my windpipe. If he wanted to show me he was in charge, that my life hung on a thread, that he could end me by snapping my neck with a quick movement of his wrist, I knew all that, and yet I chose to face him, to keep looking into his eyes, trying to find a way to thaw his icy heart. "Please!" I begged. Holding onto his forearm and trying to pry me out of his grasp was useless; he doubled and tripled my strength and height. Standing on the tips of my toes did nothing; he adjusted and even pressed down further. "Please, what?" "I can’t breathe." The glint in his eyes, the emptiness in them—he enjoyed this. This was the first peek into his darkness; the sadistic bastard had finally made an appearance. Everything began to blur, the ringing started, and then I was back, my lungs expanding, welcoming the oxygen in. My good arm was pressed against his chest while keeping the rest of me at a safe distance. The idea of him be
Night Flower Eight
The weather started to match my mood. The gray sky combined with the lowering temperatures began to freeze the hope I had gathered. With the dislocated shoulder, I needed a sling, so making one out of his bed sheets seemed reasonable. The trick was getting something sharp enough to cut it and finding a way that I could hold the thing. In the end, it was awful, but it kept my arm immobilized.That first-aid course had been a good choice. That and survival instincts were a good match; the only thing I lacked was common sense."Rise and shine."Here we go again. Her whole ensemble looked like something out of a magazine spread. She looked like a million-dollar sugar baby, while I looked like someone had dragged me through the mud. Which they had."Here we go, oats and fruit." She was being far too amicable. "We need to get some food into you so you can get better. I spoke with Dalio, and he said he was sorry and that he wouldn’t be doing that again."Her saccharine smile was terrifying."
Night Flower Seven
"Enjoying the view?" "You mean the treetops and a few stars." His gaze lowers to mine, and my palms start to itch. Holding on to the ground does nothing to stabilize me. I find myself dizzy, getting lost in his eyes. "I thought you’d be happy getting out of your room." "You mean changing the view from my prison cell to this?" The sarcasm is oozing out of my pores. I can’t and won’t stop myself. He triggers it; I don’t know why, but being sassy and talking back makes me feel energized. "You thought wrong." He stays quiet for a moment, then lets his body roll back slowly and lays iron on his back. His legs are straight, his arms are behind his head, and his eyes stare straight up. The moon is not present tonight, just clouds and stars. The new moon makes me feel vulnerable and alone. She has been my companion since the day I was sent out on the scouting mission. Even with the chilly ambiance, comfort fills me. Is the smell of the ground and the breeze as it runs through my skin and
Night Flower Six
He has no intention of setting me free; no more words were spoken, just leering and something that sounded like a grunt. I’d be happier if he had slammed the door, but like a perfect gentleman, he just closed it behind him gently. The click of the lock was loud enough for my standard ears. "Loud and clear." The rustle of the sheets and the lingering scent—I mean, only the blind wouldn’t be affected by him, or maybe a deaf person—his voice was enough. The rough palms and the heat of his body Yes, he was doing all the right things without even wanting to do them. That night and the next, I was unable to get any real sleep. A couple of hours later, I was back on my feet, pacing the room I had come to know like the back of my hand. No one dared to interact with me; they just left whatever they had brought in and left. With no words or looks, it was like he had told them to do the bare minimum—just keep me alive. At different times of day, the movement could be heard from different po
Night Flower Five
This has been the longest time I have been idle. My muscles were stiff due to the lack of activity. I missed the smell of the wet soil, but the sound of the falling rain was soothing, which is why I welcomed it happily. Sleeping through a storm was no problem, but it wasn’t the thunder that woke me; it was the tingling sensation on the back of my neck and down my spine. My survival instincts kicked in right away, reminding me to stay still. I remained flat, was careful not to move, and started assessing my surroundings. That tingling feeling intensified as the seconds ticked by. "You can stop pretending; I know you’re awake." Maybe a change in my breathing or my heartbeat—I wasn’t in control. "Turn around and face me, woman." The voice is strong, in the sense that if it weren’t for my power of will, I would have done it in a heartbeat, with no hesitation or overthinking. I looked over my shoulder; the silhouette of a man sitting down dominated the left side of the room. This was it;
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