Prisoner Zuko Ao3 Novels & Stories

I have never encountered a situation like this, and I must crack this mystery open, because whatever the outcome, I need to know what happened to her. I pulled out of the trance I had been in, and my eyes locked with the eager eyes of the Lycan Princess and Zane. I had promised him that I wouldn´t say anything unless he wanted me to. Asteria was willing to know and maybe filter things for him, because one thing I knew now was that Zane had been caged and tortured most of his life.

She then grabbed Zaha's penis which was still twitching painfully making the man surprised. "Oh—!" Zaha gasped as Arai suddenly pushed his body backward. Just as he was half-lying back on the bed, Arai quickly buried his penis between her large breasts. "Ha—hn... Princess...?" the man looked at Arai confused and panicked. As Arai began to move her full breasts up and down and pressed them to envelop Zaha's penis, the man began to moan in resignation. "Princess—Princess—please, stop—ahn! Ah! Hngh!"

When it finally stopped, I was wet with sweat, saliva, and tears—and with everything I had spent years pretending I never wanted to feel again. Zion pulled the blindfold away slowly. The silver moonlight blinded me for a second, and when my vision adjusted, I found the three of them watching me with an intensity that made me flush even after everything. There was no pity in their faces. There was triumph. Dark and absolute possession. “Never run from us again,” Luka whispered, withdrawing his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and still pulsing. Elias leaned in, kissing a tear from my face. “You are our prisoner,” he murmured. “And we are yours. Until the end.”

“See, it's hard not to want to be inside you, your insides are completely perfect.” He undressed himself, asked her to turn around, and then possessed her. Nicole felt like she was floating, thousands of fireworks exploded inside her, this man gave her so much pleasure that she felt like he was going to kill her at any moment. She couldn't help but smile at that comment, she laid her head on his chest, she truly loved him too much.

Deciding to get this over with and grabbing my coat, I head towards the prison facility. I flash my badge before I am allowed in. “Are you here to see prisoner 186?” The Head Guard asks. I nod, and he leads us through. Zade’s prison isn’t like Gerard’s, nor is it like the one any other prisoner is kept in. It is a cage surrounded by electric wires. Anyone who tries to step through it would be instantly dead, werewolf or not. There, in the middle, slumped in the chair, bound with chains, his head hanging back, is Zade.

"He needs to know how bad this is. He's your mate now. Your pain is his pain. And trust me, he'll want to know." I didn't understand mate bonds. Mine had been severed when my wolf was bound. But the thought of Alpha Ryker seeing me like this—broken and damaged—made me want to hide. Zara left anyway. A moment later, Alpha Ryker entered with Kade. "Show me," he said quietly. I stood there in my underwear while three people stared at my ruined body. Shame burned through me. This was what Uncle Marcus had made me—a collection of scars and bruises, proof of my worthlessness.

“But what about your brother’s command? Kill all werewolves on sight?” Zeus pauses. Pain tears through me as hands grab me, roughly, lifting me. My body barely responds. Then his voice again, cold and final. “This one… is my prisoner.” Prisoner? My fading mind latches onto the word as darkness drags me under. Not dead. And somewhere deep inside me, my wolf doesn’t howl in fear. She growls.

Slowly,I opened my eyes to see Zuoka on the floor,blood stained on him. He had killed himself. He took his own life. Relief shot through me. I was alive,I didn't die!,I could feel hot tears run down my cheeks. At first I wished him everlasting torture,an unending sorrow. But then I realized pain made him a monster. I just sat there, motionless untill the sit was unfastened and I felt someone hug me,I couldn't make out if it was Max or Rick,but I just hugged him back, feeling myself drawn into darkness,I passed out.

That I can’t even pretend is in the realm of possibilities, but it’s all I have. All I can see. All I can breathe, and with my brain turning back to normal…… With the sharp and sweet tang, so fucking delicious my mouth waters and my teeth ache. I surrender. It’s not her. Not Ayame. Not the girl I’d literally kill or the family I’d destroy. It’s something else. Someone else in the shadows. Someone I know and can’t hurt, no matter what image it takes because something that forbidden couldn’t feel this incredible…….. 39: Hiro - The Art of Breaking

“You have to promise me. No more escape attempts. No more testing me. Please, baby.” She hesitated. That was all it took. His hands tightened around her arms. Not enough to leave new bruises—but enough to remind her of the ones that were still healing. “Promise me,” he hissed, shaking her lightly. “Now.” She whimpered. “Please… please stop hurting me. I promise.” It wasn’t a vow. It was a surrender. The moment he heard it, he released her. Brushed her hair back. Kissed her forehead like she was something sacred instead of something stolen.