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
RyleeMy heart hangs in the air with Cecilia's question. I’ve been curious for a long time about this.Half of Alvar’s nasty reputation comes from his aggressive style, the other half from the missing sex slaves. Where do they all go? I need to know where I might end up.I bite my lower lip and ask, nervously, "I don’t know. Can you tell me?"Cecilia lowers her voice, as if sharing a secret. "They all end up on the north side of the pack."I inhale sharply. "What’s up north?"“The North Side,” Cecilia pauses, making my heart race. She sighs, “It’s pack confidentiality. I can’t tell you.”…That’s it? She went in a circle and said nothing."I can’t tell you plainly, so you might as well figure out a way out sooner rather than later." She sits in front of me and takes my hand. Her skin is smooth, like snakeskin. I feel like I’m being haunted by a viper. She pats my hand sympathetically, “Rylee, think about what I’m saying. I’m doing this for your own good.”What way out? She’s trying to
AlvarIn the dean's office at the hospital."What? She hates me?!" I can't control the volume of my voice. My blood boils. Blade is making so much noise in my head that I have a headache, but I don't care. I desperately need an answer.The plan to attack Greenvale Pack is tentatively set. I finished work early today, wanting to get home to talk to Rylee. I need to discuss this decision with her. I’m desperate to get to know her. Yes, home—that’s what I’ve begun to call having Rylee around.Ruth reported that Rylee’s leg is badly injured, so I diverted to the hospital. I want to learn about Rylee’s injuries and ask Jeff, why Rylee still can’t feel me, why there’s no mate bond between us?"Take it easy. Don’t get so worked up. I didn’t say she hates you." Jeff puts his precious teacup away and collects the papers on his desk. Last time I got mad at the hospital, I smashed his entire office."You said she avoids me, fears me... and may loathe me." My tongue burns at the word 'loathe'. My
RyleeThe strangest thing in the world is seeing your aunt, who isn’t much older than you, kissing your ex-boyfriend’s best friend in front of your whole family.It’s hard to describe the feeling, but it’s kind of comforting to have someone else embarrassed with me under the porch.As soon as Nina and Carl meet, they shout “Mate” and kiss, making it obvious they’ve found each other.Everyone heads back into the living room. They sit scattered around, except for me and Hera on the biggest couch. Carl and Nina sit across from us, holding hands.Ohh, from the look on Carl’s face, he’s really embarrassed. In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him look so shy. I can feel Hera and Jason almost scrutinizing him with their eyes.“You guys are so cold here; it’s really much colder than Malibu!” After introducing his family and income, Carl rubs his head and makes a silly comment.“That’s what we have here.” Nina smiles sweetly, her eyes still glued to Carl. “You’ll get used to it lat
CarlSince Alvar goes to Europe, he gets weirder by the day. This guy actually quits drinking! He was an alcoholic for a month, downing drinks like water, so it blows my mind when he says he won’t touch alcohol anymore. I tell Kristen about it, and she says seriously, “It’s called lovesickness, Carl. What do you know about love when you’re as straight as a rail?”What a joke! Who wants to know that much about love? What’s so great about love anyway? Look at Alvar—he’s an Alpha who turns into a fool for love! And Cecilia? She gets beaten with twenty lashes for love, thrown out of the mansion, and her father punished. If you ask me, this kind of thing should be as far away from me as possible.Meg tells me that Alvar actually asks for the ring back! The next day, he says, “Carl, get the private jet ready to pick up Rylee.” I am shocked. “Huh? You just got her back?”Alvar’s face is expressionless, but I can feel his excitement. Instead of answering me directly, he continues, “No, she wi
RyleeI grimace. “A date? Alpha Alvar, you think too highly of me. I'm just an Alpha from a nameless pack. It's already a great honor to have dinner with you; how can this be a date?”Alvar sighs, as if he anticipated my reaction. “Rylee, Greenvale pack is not some nameless pack. You don’t have to tease me. I know what I did before wasn't right. I’m just trying to have a calm conversation with you.”I study his expression and realize I’m a little overwhelmed by the softness in his gaze. This Alvar is different from the usual demanding Alpha I remember. Instead of snarling in anger, he looks like a wounded coyote, desperately seeking understanding.As I think this over, a nameless flame ignites in my heart. Nina said this was called “gaslighting,” and his gentleness makes me feel a flicker of shame.“I... I’m just speaking the truth.” I unconsciously raise my voice, trying to mask my inner turmoil, but unease seeps into my tone.“I know,” Alvar replies seriously, his gaze deep. “But th
RyleeAlvar really does have a good eye. The ambiance of this restaurant is breathtaking.The gorgeous crystal chandelier softly sheds its light, gilding the entire dining room with a dreamy glow. Classical French paintings adorn the walls, and the table is covered with a snow-white tablecloth. Silver cutlery glistens in the candlelight. A faint aroma of vanilla and lemon fills the air, mingling with the melodious piano music drifting from afar. As I step through the restaurant door, I feel as if I've entered another world.A flicker of regret washes over me. Am I dressed too casually? This is my first time eating at such a fancy place, and my simple outfit of bland jeans and a knit shirt seems out of place here.Luckily, the restaurant is empty, and no one makes fun of me for being a hick redneck. The only other guest is… Alvar.He wears a well-tailored black suit, with a tie hanging loosely across his chest, revealing a hint of casual elegance. That suit makes him look even taller a
RyleeThe cell phone in my hand feels like it’s burning, so I shake it away in a hurry. I touch my flushed face, unsure why I react this way.Even though we’ve been apart longer than we were together, seeing his message signed Your Mate floods my mind with his face and that familiar knitted smile."His wolf is just as shameless as him," Flash says disdainfully. "How disgusting. Tell him if he sends it again we’ll blackmail him."I change Alvar’s note. I just can't face the words Your Mate directly.I type: [Flash says to tell Blade to stop sending hairs. Otherwise I will block you.]In no time, he replies: [Okay. I’ll send you something else.] He follows it up with an aggrieved wolf head emoji.I can’t believe he uses such a cute emoji. Before I can throw my phone away, another text pops up: [I’ll give you a gift.]I almost type a firm no, but another message comes through: [I have the Greenvale guys here. I can give them back to you, but I have a condition.]Okay, I take back calling
RyleeJason shushes me along the way. He says he can always drag Oliver and Zen down to teach Alvar a lesson if I get upset. Zen doesn’t agree with him. He insists that he won’t go. He believes that even combined, he and Jason are no match for Alvar, and Oliver is also a piece of cake.I shake my head weakly. I say there’s no need fighting him. Carl should have relayed my words to him by now. And Zen's men are still captured by him. I think soon he and I will meet. We need to talk.We return to the airport in Riverside, then back to Europe. Once home, I collapse into bed and sleep for the rest of the day and night. Flash wakes me with her voice the next day, saying she smells a hint of MATE and urges me to come downstairs to see what’s happening.Thinking it’s Alvar, I nervously gather myself and head downstairs, only to find a package delivered. Inside is the same cell phone he gave me earlier (the one he gave me in Dark Moon pack) and... a handful of black hairs that Flash claims sm
AlvarTaking down the Greenvale pack doesn’t take long. The pack’s population is mostly old, sick, with few armed men. Syd's group puts up a fight, but they’re outnumbered and quickly defeated. I don't waste time on this man—he's not worthy of being my enemy. Once I have him under control, I find Anto on the east side, standing with the Luna of the pack and the Alpha's son beside him. They are preparing to escape.I ask Joanne where Steve is. She’s scared out of her wits, clutching her son and insisting she doesn’t know.Anto challenges me to a duel. As Greenvale’s Gamma, he has decent strength, but he weakens midway. He says the Alpha is dead, the leadership of Greenvale has changed, and he’s no longer the Alpha's Gamma.I glance over at the kid shielded in Joanne’s arms. Is he the new Alpha? I'm ready to rip out his throat, but Joanne drops to her knees and begs me. She says the boy's name is Sion and that he’s hers and Anto's son, not Steve’s. She pleads for his life.Hah, I can’t
RyleeSteve growls, “No way! It’s never possible! How can an omega be an Alpha?”He clings to his ridiculous theory, but he looks like a clown now, oblivious to how pathetic he appears.The challenge takes effect, forcing Steve to shift. He’s much larger than Flash, with sharper teeth. But despite his size, he's neglected his workouts—fat and weak. Anto and Syd are both stronger than him. They probably never challenged him because the Alpha of Greenvale can only be from the Green family. Relying on this, Steve thought he was secure in his Alpha position, never expecting his own daughter to challenge him.Oliver and Zen retreat, one to the window and the other to the bedroom door. Flash bends her body, ready to attack.Steve’s tail tucks between his legs as he tries to escape, but he’s trapped—both the window and door are guarded.I've been training under Jason this past month. As a Royal Knight, he taught me a lot of fighting techniques. I share all my memories with Flash. She moves s
RyleeSteve's face pales instantly, his pupils dilating in fear. He denies what I said right away. "What? What are you babbling about? Of course your mom died giving birth to you."Oliver's voice is laced with anger. "Rylee, let's kidnap him. Jason has ways of making him spill the truth."I shake my head. As much as I want to, as much as I hate him, Steve is still the Alpha of Greenvale. The people here still need him. I can't drag innocent people down with me—they deserve to live.Steve shudders at the mention of Jason, the man who’s usually all smiles with me but clearly terrifies Steve. "You... you found the Deweys," he says incredulously.I offer a false smile. "More than that. I'm living with them." I gesture for Zen to snatch his backpack away. Steve fights for a moment but loses."Okay... fine." He cringes. "I'll tell you."I hold my breath, watching as his eyes dart around. "Your mom found out about Joanne and me and got mad. She fell down the stairs by accident, so she had a