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"There are rules. If you break them, there are consequences. It makes sense." "Rules are meant to be broken by the people who have the power to rewrite them," Silas countered. He reached across the table, his fingers tracing the rim of my glass. "Don't tell me you've never wanted to do something just because it felt good, even if the rules said no?" I thought of the man in the bar. I thought of the way I’d let a stranger bite me. I thought of the way my body ached when Professor Blackwood looked at me.

My heart was pounding in my ears as the doors of the car opened and he pressed the button for the basement. “But how?” I asked, confused and surprised and angry. “You have the emotional stability of a rock!” He deadpanned. “Thanks.” I shook my head and paced around the tiny elevator. “I don’t understand. What’s happening?” “I broke a rule, Summer.” “What?” I snapped at him. “What rule?” “I told you not to fall in love with me, but I broke it.” He stepped close, and I had nowhere to escape. “I’m sorry for breaking a rule and falling in love with you.”

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

VANESSA I’m a summer girl. While I appreciate that we get the full range of seasons here in Colorado, summer is my absolute favorite; long days filled with soaking up the heat of the sun, deepening my tan, and spending as much time outdoors as possible. Not even my favorite season can lift me out of this funk, though. Summer is at its peak, and I haven’t set foot outside of the packhouse in days. I’ve been avoiding the outside world, drowning myself in my own sorrow and Vienna’s experimental cocktails, always delivered with a kind word and a smile.

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

“You haven’t answered any of my questions, Dani.” “I’ve answered your questions.” He shook his head and looked down at his notebook. “So far, you have answered three questions and they all revolve around your birth. Come on. Give me something to write about. Tell me about growing up. What’s your earliest memory? Tell me about your summers.” “My summers were pretty boring. I mostly hung out around the lake and helped my grandfather keep up with the house.” Hs face stiffened and his eyes filled with sorrow. It was the first time in a long time Lucas didn’t look like a complete asshole.

I was on cloud nine, nothing could ever be more great than this moment. Alexander gentle ran his finger tips up and down my spine as I lay breathless on his chest still strattling him. I didn't know of I was afraid to move or just couldn't "I think I'm broken" I whispered motionless. " Oh no I broke my fiance" Alexander laughed as he carefully rolled me on to the bed. "yea you broke me" I laughed trying to move. "I bet if I got you some food you'd move" he teased. "food would be nice" I nearly whispered.

“You're going to break yourself if you continue to keep it inside.” Cecilia turned, her eyes glinting with held-back feelings. “They turned their backs on me, Annie. My family, my pack. They threw me out like I was nothing.” Her voice trembled, and she collapsed onto a nearby chair, cradling her head in her hands. "How can I recover from that?" Annie crouched down next to her, gently resting a reassuring hand on her arm. "You are among the powerful wolves I have come across." And you’re not alone on this. You have me.”

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

I locked myself in my room for three days, refusing food, water, or even a single word. The scent of their lust, lingering from the study, clung to me like smoke, filling my nose, haunting me. On the fourth day, bad news came crashing through my door. My pack had risen in rebellion. They gathered at the border towers, defying Damian's rule. Then came the Alpha's summons. Damian's personal guard stood expressionless at my door. "Alpha Damian requests your presence in the study."