Rylee“No. What’s wrong?” Meg asks.I bite my lip. “I heard an unfamiliar voice calling my name.”Meg rushes into the bathroom to check. She looks into every nook and cranny, then turns to me. “There's no one here. Could you be hallucinating?”Hallucinating? Maybe. My nerves are on high alert lately.She walks over, observing me closely. “Could it be you’re nervous about having dinner with Alpha? Don’t worry, he seems scary sometimes, but he’s very nice.”I doubt it. Do nice guys get lots of sex slaves and throw them away after they fuck? I’m reminded that during my visit to the Mansion yesterday, I didn’t see any coquettish women. Everyone was in uniform and well-organized. None looked like sex slaves.So where are these rumored sex slave?I can’t help but ask, “Meg, you know how they talk about Alpha Alvar’s sex slaves. And I’m concerned. Do you know where they are now?”Is it true, as the rumor goes, that he killed them all?I wince. This is what I’m going to end up with.“What kin
RyleeThis is technically the second time I’ve seen Alvar, but the first time I’ve seen him up close in good lighting.He’s more handsome than I expected—stately, the man of men, the Alpha of Alphas. He’s tall, taller than Syd. His body is perfectly built, the most proportioned werewolf I’ve ever seen. His black hair isn’t too short, most of it ruffled back majestically, with a few strands resting on his forehead. Today, his eyes are brighter than last time, like luxurious rubies. Beneath his straight nose, his lips…Damn, why do I want to pounce on those lips and kiss them hard? He’s the infamous Alpha Alvar! I must be crazy!Yet I didn't expect him to take my hand in front of all eyes.They’re all watching us. I straighten up and try to pull my hand away, but he grips it tighter. My face burns red. Is he always this wanton?His gaze softens a bit, locking onto me. “Rylee, you look amazing today.”“Tha… thank you, Alpha Alvar,” I stammer. I know I look stupid, but I really don’t know
RyleeI’ve figured out that his eyes darken when he’s in rut. Like now. The rubies in his eyes turn darker than blood.His hands clamp around my waist, pulling me to press against him. His steaming hardness against my lower abdomen, scorching my skin through the cloth.He looks down at me, that godlike face full of raw desire. I feel like I’m losing my mind.“Whatever it is, it has to wait,” he asserts. He lowers his head and sucks my lips again, his hand rubbing over my butt.I swoon from the kiss, but my survival instincts kick in.“No...” It take me a lot of effort to struggle to pull away. “I... I...”I stammer a lie facing his probing gaze, “I’m still bruised... it hurts right now...”“Can you… I mean, can this wait until next time?” I ask, voice trembling.His frown is terrifying. I’m afraid he’ll order someone to drag me outside and kill me now. I quickly add, “I could help you with my mouth.”Scared to look at his face, I glance down and accidentally see his hideous weapon. Th
AlvarI watch Rylee have a hard time taking my penis in her mouth. It’s just too big for her.I guide her gently. She’s smart, and though inexperienced, she’s quick to learn. She swallows and licks, her hands exploring. She plays with my balls. She’s got an instinct that drives me wild.Sometimes her teeth graze me. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shivers down my spine.A while later, I see her hand shaking. She must be tired. I don’t want to push her, so I lift her up, ready to take over.I spread her legs, positioning my rod between her thighs, against her pussy.She gently presses against me. I know it is not resisting. Her face flushes, eyes and valley soaked.I grip her legs around my thick member and start moving. "Look at me," I order. She always looks down, but I love when she looks at me, right in my eyes. Seeing only me in her eyes is the best turn-on for me."Mmm." I let out a satisfied sigh. My little kitten.Soon, she can’t hold on anymore. She buries her head
RyleeThe next day.Meg shows up with a breakfast spread that could feed an army. She glances at the bite mark on Alvar’s jaw and widens her eyes. I can tell she’s having a hard time holding her laugh, as her lips twist in big angles. Alvar gives her a warn look, and she retreats. After that, at Alvar’s insistence, I eat all of the food down.Alvar says he’s taking me to the hospital to check on my bruises. He puts a long scarf around me and asks me to follow him into a car. Along the way, I feel his eyes on me. I keep my head down, avoiding his gaze.He's been staring at me since I woke up. I have no clue what he’s after.I’m usually calm, but with him, I lose my temper and act all out of sorts. It’s unnerving. I need to remind myself of my place—he's the Alpha, and I’m just a slave.I need to find a way out, and soon.The hospital is on the east side of the pack, close to the border—just 4-5 miles from the Mansion. A quick eight-minute drive. Dark Moon has its own hospital and a spe
AlvarAfter teasing my bite mark, Jeff has a deep conversation about Rylee's health with me. He’s worried—says she’s extremely malnourished. Then suddenly, Kristen bursts in, looking panic, and tells us Rylee is missing.I spring into action, calling for the nearby guards to start patrols and sweep the border. My pulse is racing. Usually, I’ve got everything under control, but with Rylee, my heart's all over the place.The south side of the pack is a mess lately, crawling with some spies. I’m worried someone might’ve snatched her or, worse, that she’ll be mistaken for a spy and killed.Blade is restless and howling in my mind.I rush to the treatment room and only find Rylee’s scarf there. She’s gone. And There’s an open window. Rylee’s scent is still lingering. Looking down from the windon, I spot a trail of footprints leading to the eastern border.She jumped out of the window. Why the hell would she do that?"Alpha, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t keeping an eye on Rylee..." Kristen says, h
RyleeThe parlor is dark, perfect for filthy and shady stuff.Alvar’s touch changes everything. At first, he’s just caressing my face. But soon, his hands slide lower, turning his touches into something erotic. He explores my body and kisses me with passion.I’m not in the mood. I’m still reeling from Kristen’s beating and the frustration of losing my freedom.I stop him when his hand moves between my thighs. “I... my foot still hurts,” I lie. His lust is strong and I’m afraid of losing my virginity here.“Shit!” he curses in a low voiceAlvar buries his head in my neck, nibbling lightly. His ragged breath makes me shiver.He tries everything to turn me on. Then he makes me lie down and suck his cock.This time, he lasts longer than last time. My face is sore, my hands are weak. When he’s done, he pulls me on top of him and kisses me deeply.He even makes me lick his chin—the spot where I bit him.This man is sick. He is a whore. His penis could go up at anytime, anywhere.At night, A
RyleeRuth brings me a wheelchair. Of course this is under Alvar’s permission, agian. She helps me to the second floor and then I insist that she leaves me alone.The large west side of the second floor seemed empty and quiet. Alvar is not here. His study is a private, open space, with a room next to it that has five tall shelves filled with the Gonzales' book collection.I’m free to explore.What I told Alvar about wanting to go to school wasn’t a lie. I didn’t go to school growing up. Marta taught me some words, and I learned from TV shows. Just call me illiterate.I long for an education. I once dreamed of escaping Greenvale to finish my degree in medicine. I want to be a doctor. Though I don’t have the healing power, I’d love to help others like my mother did.I wheel myself into Alvar's private library. The books look old but well preserved. I scan the titles—Thickology, Consciousness and Management, Monarchism… Well. I get confused just look at these books’ titles. Aren’t they h