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After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

“If you like you can say you’re working.” “I’m not a slut.” “That’s a pity, because I want you to get down and dirty in about ten minutes from now.” “What happened to you?” I wailed. “You aroused my beast.”

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

"Knox." "Please stop provoking him. Please stop being like that. We are wolves, we have a hierarchy. Fuck, even humans have a hierarchy these days. It just so happens that he is above all of us. If we go hungry, if he punishes us, then it is our duty to accept it with faith. All of us in here... we are training to be his slaves. To be beneath him for the rest of our lives." I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. I let go of the ball to the floor, and the slow thud on the floor felt like some ominous background music for a life that was fucked up from the very beginning.

The woman in black paid Chase no attention as she remained seated before the stone platform, her gaze fixed on the void. Chase frowned. He was about to speak again when something on the platform caught his eye—a shimmering emerald slip. "What is this?" He stepped forward and picked it up, his heartbeat quickening. As he examined it, he realized that the emerald slip contained detailed inscriptions on Beast Taming Techniques! According to the text, this technique allowed a warrior to subdue and command demonic monsters, forcing them into servitude under an unbreakable contract.

Mistress Hawthorne tapped the floor with her whip, reminding us to look up at her. "However, you need to be punished because of the chaos you caused with your bickering." "Everly and Mera will be severely punished. Beaumont, you take them to the punishment cell now. Don't show any mercy." Whenever a slave made a mistake, they would be taken to the punishment cell. For as little as half an hour or as long as a day. Mistress Beaumont is the she-wolf specialized in punishing slaves. She arranged for four she-wolves to escort Everly and I into the punishment cell.

He grabs my hair with one hand, the gun dropping to the floor as he reaches for my waits, pinning me to him. In the middle of his slaves, and the guards whose this saga summoned from their posts, we kiss intensely. His kiss is brutal. I know my poor lips will be left so sore after this, but I don't care as long as I don't witness another murder. As long as another soul doesn't die because of me. All I can hope now is that that bitch will use her brain and get lost from here before the beast wears its crown of terror again. We pull away after a long while, and be keeps my head steady for a while, scanning my face.

In four words, they made us slaves. If you are lucky, you could either be sold off as a slave. A house slave, a war slave, a lucky slave who can become a werewolf is she mated to a wolf. The worst of it all was a Sex Slave. They are usually the worst, and although they have high advantage and gain more favor unlike the rest of the slaves, the sex slaves could be killed anytime.

"You're right. You are nothing but a useless human, but did you forget that you have two mates with special beasts inside them?" Vigor waved his hand and a hologram video of a man-like beast was rampaging and killing everyone in sight. My heart pounded and I felt light screaming. I watched the beast kill humans and creatures like they are nothing. It was beyond furious as it howled and growled. Heads went flying, pieces of bodies covered the ground and blood spilled everywhere. I watched in horror when the beast killed the human servants I have come to know, and tears left my eyes when I saw how it killed Milo, by slashing his body. "Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed and closed my eyes, no longe