Bared To You Series In Order Novels & Stories

Twenty Years Later Beyla had wandered away from the settlement, in defiance of her mother’s instructions, and now she was lost. This was embarrassing, though she only had herself to blame. Easing her fingers underneath the cloth barbette which confined her neck, she lamented the fact that it was her duty to wear something so different to anyone else. So what if her destiny lay elsewhere? Couldn’t she conform then, or maybe institute a new fashion? As Princess Consort of Vercia, surely she would have that right?

she whispered. Damon walked around us, a quiet predator. “Stand up. Face the window.” I obeyed, my bare skin tingling under their gaze. The city lights spilled in, turning my body into shadows and curves. “Now strip. Slowly.” I was already nearly naked — just the panties and heels. Still, I obeyed. My fingers hooked into the lace waistband, dragging them down inch by inch, until they pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them and stood there, trembling, fully exposed, with a collar on my throat and two strangers commanding my every move.

Sarah yelled down the stairs. James grumbled as if he was annoyed and walked up the stairs. Alice cringed as she let her torn shirt fall off of her. She slid the red fabric over her worn and bruised body. The red dress hugged every inch of her. It was a deep dark red that covered her breast and pelvis. The rest of it shimmered and was sheet. She felt completely naked. She ran her fingers through her hair, leaves falling down about her. She then walked up the stairs quickly just in time for her stepmother to yank the door open.

It didn’t take long for them to kick down the door and barge into the room, their rage palpable as they made their way toward the balcony. Linda and Layla were mid-shower, completely naked. The sight of the men sent them into a frozen panic, too stunned to even grab their clothes. “What are you doing here? This is the women’s dorm! If you want to watch us bathe, go join the crowd downstairs. Can’t you see the others are waiting their turn?” Linda feigned composure, trying to bluff them into lowering their weapons and leaving. But the thugs weren’t intimidated. Their bloodshot eyes glared at her as they closed in.

It didn’t say who. It didn’t need to. My breath broke. I pressed my palm against my chest like I could hold myself together. Household member. Access. Regular contact. Mom’s face flashed in my head— the way she laughs when she cooks, the way she hums without noticing, the way she touches my cheek when she’s worried. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She— The next sheet was worse. A timeline. Simplified. Clinical. Brutal. “Deterioration noted after a major marital conflict.”

She explains. My Mum walks out of the room, and the doctor walks over to my bed. I can sense that it would not be pleasant news. I was at the point of not caring anymore. “So Killian, let’s tell you what our plans are.” He tells me calmly. “You’re past Phase 1, you’re past phase 2, you are now on phase 3.” I can’t help but look at him confused. Has this dude done research on this condition or something? “What do you mean by phases?” I question.

Mom rushed over with red‑rimmed eyes and slapped me across the face. “It must have been you who drove Sheila away.” Her voice trembled with anger. “A girl raised by human traffickers is exactly what I expected. We should never have let you come back.” I stared at her. Then, through the blood blurring my vision, I looked toward Derrick. At that moment, the system’s countdown echoed in my mind. The stabbing pain in my chest intensified without warning. It hurt so much that every word required all the strength I had left. “If this was how things were going to be…”

I pushed the start button to project it onto the screen on the wall so everyone could see. The video started out dark but loud cheering could be heard. The camera refocused and About 40 or so dirty rogues could be seen sitting in stands cheering. Whoever was filming this was in the first row. A door to the right opens and 2 filthy looking men who looked near crazed entered into the arena. I looked around at those in the conference room confused. My mother gasped and I turned back to the screen just as a very dirty, beaten and naked Ireland was shoved into the arena. I get up and run toward the screen like I am going to run to her. I reach up and touch her hair just as the camera zooms in on

Maybe Seraphina would catch his apology on TV somewhere in a corner of the world. Kaden was quick to sign up and secured a guest spot on the latest episode by offering additional funding. Sensing a juicy story in Kaden's broken mate bond, the show's producers ramped up publicity, and the episode became a huge hit before it even aired. Kaden made no effort to hide his struggles. Still, he cleaned himself up by showering and shaving to look presentable on camera. Before leaving, he chose to wear the very first tie Seraphina had bought him after they became mates.

There were only two hours until my date with Asher. At 1:30 pm, I told Caleb I was heading to the library to study. He nodded without a hint of suspicion. With that, I grabbed my backpack and headed straight to the arcade. Asher was already waiting by the entrance, dressed in a black hoodie with his hands in his pockets. He had that rebellious vibe. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. "You're here." "Hey, Ash," I said as I approached him. Then, I looked up at him. "Did you have to wait long?"