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Slowly, I got to my knees on the chill floor while my hands were behind tied. ‘Good boy,’ she grated, a smirk on her lips. ‘Now get naked. Slowly. Show me what a thief gets.’ My face grew hot, but I complied: One-handed was doing the job of unbuttoning my shirt, which then slipped down. Shoes off, then socks. Down went pants, kicked to one side. Underwear were the last to go. I stood naked, with a cock already half-hard from embarrassment. She did a slow turn around me, her heels echoing. 'Count what you stole,' she told me, taking a wooden ruler from the counter. 'Eight. That's eight spanks on your butt.'

All of it. Tonight, though, was not about indulgence. Rumors had reached me of an Alpha named Darius—young, ambitious, twenty-four, leading a modest pack on the outskirts of the city where the borders of our lands nearly met. Unclaimed. No Luna. A meeting had been arranged to discuss his progress, his strength, and whether his pack would bend knee or break. Normally, my word alone was law. My commands weren’t questioned. But something about this meeting… this Alpha… this night… had my instincts prickling with unease.

Not Amanda too. Not now.

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

I WILL RIP THEIR FLESH, WEAR THEIR HIDES, BATHE IN THEIR BLOOD! Sweat beaded on my forehead as I fought to hold him back. The effort was immense, a physical agony. “I fear their plans have changed,” Erik continued, his voice a low, urgent drone against the chaos in my head. “They no longer want her as a Tainted weapon. They want her to bear heirs for the Faerie Kingdom.” He paused, letting the horror of it sink in. “After I left, I followed them. The Queen was sloppy. Zormel, unbound by the vow, set his Tainted on me. Hence my appearance.” He gestured to his tattered clothes. “I found where they were holding her, though. I have seen her, Gavin.”

he coaxed. Patient? He was so heartless. He was crude. Why wouldn't he just give her the release she ask for? It aches down there. Her core was throbbing badly. “No… I can't anymore.” Elias' hands moved to her pants. He untied the front rope which she had used to keep the pant fitted on her and dragged the pant down to her feet leaving her in nothing but her black panties. She was so sexy and seductive. He couldn't help but stare longer than he was supposed to. The rising and falling of her chest pushed her boobs upward and the wriggling of her thighs made him almost lose it. Like he had said the other time, she was like a siren, a fucking siren. His siren.

There were many scientists that graduated from their college who were now doctors, lab technicians, forensic scientists, NASA officials and chiefs, biologists, even marine biologists like him who had extended their love cards shamelessly to him and he refused telling them that he had her and she was enough. So this statement was so new and unbelievable to her. No one could blame Anita. She was innocent and naive despite being strong enough to fight for what she wanted. “Why did you ask about her, Nita?” Tony’s question broke her line of thoughts, “Did you want her to invite you for the screening to meet the writer? I know you love fantasy writers like your grandpa.” Tony added. Anita realize

He groaned. He nudged his head to his side letting a small hidden camera leak into Isadora's view. Isadora cursed inwardly, she had only played herself just now. She struggled her best to keep her eyes on the crimson gaze of her captor, trying her best to imitate a fearless look. This was a game of confrontation, she must not show weakness. "Heh" Her new company let out a grunt of displeasure. He hated this look she had. A look like she had everything under control, a look like everything was playing out how she wanted. A look her father perfected.