Dark Horse: An Orphan X Novel Novels & Stories

*Aurora’s P.O.V.* Present… Scrubbing the filthy stable floor with my bare hands, the hot odor of horse shit filled my nose. The rough texture scraped against my skin, leaving light cuts as a constant reminder of my degrading existence. As a pack slave, this was my daily chore - cleaning up after the entitled wolves who belonged to the domineering alpha family. Just as I finished the last section of the stable, a poisonous voice echoed from the packhouse.

CHAPTER 34: RED ROOM Warning: This chapter contains mature themes. Please steer clear off this chapter if you don't feel comfortable with reading the smut BDSM scene. ZAHRA'S POV I felt Dashiell take my hand by the time we entered his chateau and I kept mute as he led me across the long hallway separate from the one our rooms were situated. Outside, I could hear the rain pouring heavily, coupled with scary rumble of thunderstorms. We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it.

He just stands there, his mouth opening and closing as his body tries to remember what it had been doing before there was a hole burned into his chest. He falls to his knees, his eyes looking at the hold burned into his center. His hand reaches down to touch it, but it goes through. Another small beam of light bursts through his head, searing off the top. Smiling, I look at the young drake floating on the breeze above us, his eyes shining brightly as bolts of lightning streak up and down his arms and legs. “Daax,” I whisper to my mate. “Meet your son, Orion.”

“Fuck… you shouldn’t be touching me right now. I’m filthy.” “I don’t care,” I whispered immediately. And I really didn’t, not when I’d spent days feeling like the world was collapsing around me and I’d been trapped in this giant terrifying villa surrounded by emotionally unstable wolves and mysterious family secrets while carrying a supernatural child that glowed like haunted moonlight. I clung to him harder and for one terrifying second, Dax actually shook slightly while holding me. That scared me more than blood ever could because Dax Blackthorne wasn’t the kind of man who shook.

“ Carry on... don't mind this old man.“ After saying that, Joren's figure seemed to blend with the dark shadows, hiding his presence entirely. No one would be able to tell if he was there if not for his grey eyes that shone in the dark. Darius sighed in relief, he felt as if his life was no longer hanging by a thread. If Randur was Silvervale's sword then Joren was it's spear. Due to Joren's interference, he feared what would happen if he revealed the new pack rules here, so... “ The new rules will be sent to you all via the Hermes Crows.“ This particular animal was what people in the continent of Shkrade used, for it was an animal with great intelligence and speed. Since Darius hadn't learn

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Unbeknownst to me, as soon as I rolled up my skirt, my p@nty exploded, and two fingers dug deep into my honeypot. You can call me Alexandra Williams. However, most people just call me Lexi because it's quick and simple. This name is also very appealing to me. My parents passed away when I was twelve. Since then, I've been staying with Vanessa, a friend of my mother's who was a pastor's wife. My little sister is actually not that small. given that I am currently 21 and she is 18. She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school.

Drake kept calling him a good-for-nothing, all while hauling crate after crate of dragon-clan treasures into the domain. I wasn't much better off. The tide-chain wound on my neck took half a month to fade, and the power-cuts on my palms ached the whole time. But compared to Orson, my little wounds were nothing. His life-fire had been pressed by cold iron, and at night he often woke in pain. Every time he woke, the first thing he did was still to look for me. "Sister." As long as I answered once, he could slowly settle down.

(Xalik) From the moment Caliath had snatched her away from me. I hadn't been able to sleep. The desire to see her, to lie with her, to kiss her satin-soft lips, weaved inside me like a wild tsunami wave. Kalish came to fetch me. “Canara has extracted her horns and is channelling her inner lava. I think even hell is going to excuse itself from the wrath she is going to unload.” I raised my brow at him, and he raised his hands. “Just a heads up that the she-devil is cranky like the Kraken.”

“You're not one to break your promises aren't you? Your oath? Staying true to the conditions of a lost bet? I could go on and on.” “Fine!” She turned around and stormed off, slamming the door and making me chuckle lightly. It was fun tiling her up. My smile vanished just as quickly as my mind went back to the guy in the dungeons. It still didn't seem right. Darius had never met Rora so what would he benefit if she was gone? Of course he must have heard of her considering her unique standpoint in the werewolf community but what would he gain? I looked around and something caught my eye on the shelves.