RyleeHera continues, "You don’t have much time left to think about it. Your wedding is in a few days. You still have options before Alvar sends out the invitations. If you wait until the wedding day, it’ll be too late."The flush on my face quickly fades. No matter how much I try to avoid it, the question is staring me in the face. Do I go back to Europe with Hera and live the life I’ve always wanted? Or do I stay at Dark Moon Pack and face a future filled with uncertainty? My heart sinks as I picture Alvar’s soft smile.Hera sees my hesitation and motions for me to give her my hand. She takes it gently. "My dear, I can see you and Alvar share something real, and I know you care for him. But there are many things in this world more important than feelings. If you had a matebond, I wouldn’t say this, but you don’t. Your marriage is more fragile than Sheila and Steve’s. They were deeply in love when they were young, but within a few years, everything changed. An Alpha is always surroun
RyleeAlvar raises an eyebrow, “How rare. The kitten wants to initiate a conversation with me.” He sits cross-legged across from me, his posture relaxed but alert. “Go ahead, what is it?” His hand props up his chin, elbow resting on his knee, his bloodshot eyes locked on me with keen interest.I hesitate, trying to muster the courage to speak. “Alvar,” I finally say. Oh god, this is like the first time I've ever called him by his first name in a non-sex setting. He seems to enjoy it, though. “Remember the school I mentioned?”“Of course,” Alvar strokes my head, his touch gentle. “You said you hadn’t been to school and really wanted to go, right?”I nod slowly, testing the waters. “Yes, you remember. So, what do you think about it?”Alvar replies, “I’m all for you going to school, but like I said, the south side isn’t safe right now, and I can’t bear the thought of putting you in even the slightest danger. Wait until next year, or the year after at the latest. Once I’ve unified the sou
AlvarMate's tears are the sharpest weapon, piercing my heart easily. I’ve been sitting in silence in my study for an hour, but the pain won’t stop. It’s like my chest is in a vice, squeezing tighter by the minute.Blade bares his teeth, mocking me. ‘It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if you’d just marked her as I said. I don’t know what you’re thinking, being so hesitant. Like a coward.’‘I want more than just possessing her. I want her heart.’ I snap back. I don’t want to force Rylee to do anything—except when it comes to leaving me.Why does she want to leave me so badly? I don’t get it. Even without a mate-bond, I can feel that she cares me. Lately, I’ve sensed her slowly opening up to me. So why does she still choose Hera, who she’s known for just two days, over trusting me?‘Is it because of that ex-mate of hers? Just like in that stupid drama,’ Blade suggests, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Maybe she’s leaving because she’s still thinking about that dog.’‘No way. She tol
RyleeOn the way to the parlor, Meg's words echo in my mind. An old friend of mine? Who could it be? Someone important enough for Alvar to personally send Carl to Greenvale to fetch.The walk from the patio to the parlor isn’t long, but my thoughts are still jumbled when I reach the door. “Go on in,” Meg says, “The guest is inside.”I nod and turn the doorknob.The room is softly lit, curtains drawn. A tall, thin figure stands with his back to me, his brown hair a mess, his body dirty and bloodstained. At the sound of the door, he turns, his posture defensive, expression fierce. But when he sees me, the hostility fades. “Rylee!” he exclaims, his voice filled with relief.“Syd, what are you doing here?” My heart skips a beat.Meg’s eyes flick between us. “I’ll leave you two some space.” She closes the door quietly behind her.Now it’s just Syd and me. I take a careful look at him—he’s much thinner than when I left Greenvale, his cheekbones too sharp. His hair is disheveled, and his clo
RyleeThere's a coldness in Alvar's eyes that I've never seen before. I've seen him angry, moved, pleased, fierce—but not like this. He looks at me as if I were a stranger. The chill in his gaze lowers the temperature of the entire room.I shudder, fear creeping into my bones, and I let go of Syd’s wrist.“Rylee,” Alvar’s voice is like ice, “come over.”My scalp tingles with dread, and I try to move forward, but Syd pulls me back. “Rylee, don't go! He’ll hurt you!” Syd steps in front of me without a second thought, putting himself between me and Alvar’s deadly stare. He shouts at Alvar, “Come at me with what you've got! What kind of man bullies a woman?”Alvar’s eyes darken further. I flinch again and whisper, “Syd, stop it.”Syd turns to me, his expression resolute. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you.”“What a touching play,” Alvar sneers, clapping slowly. Then his voice turns colder, harder. “Rylee Green, choose now—stay behind him or come to me.”I know I actually don't have a choi
RyleeThe spray of Alvar's breath on my bare skin sends a chill down my spine. I try to stay calm, my voice trembling as I explain, "No, I'm not. I just wanted him to leave. I wasn't trying to go back with him."Alvar's fingers trace the side of my neck, making goosebumps rise. "I went through a lot of trouble 'inviting' him to my pack. And now you want to just let him go?" His voice drips with sarcasm. "What, are you afraid I'll hurt him?"My heart sinks. Alvar had Syd captured. But why?"You won’t hurt him, right?" I whisper, uncertainty lacing my words. "I don’t have any contact with him anymore. I’ve rejected him. He’s just an..." I bite my lip, "...irrelevant person. There’s no point in bothering with him.""Irrelevant?" Alvar sneers. He straightens up, slowly undoing his shirt. "So, you’d hold hands with someone who’s irrelevant? Protect someone who’s irrelevant?"Panic grips me. The scene with Syd must’ve looked bad. Alvar had walked in at the worst possible moment. It’s almost
RyleeThere's something strangely thrilling about being tied up with a belt. It's cold, tight, and a constant reminder that something could happen at any moment. I've been restrained before, but this feels different—a mix of fear and excitement, maybe even a bit of a turn-on.After trapping my hands in the leather strap, Alvar gets up and rummages through the closet. I try to sit up, to escape, but he's back before I can move an inch, carrying more belts.He easily pushes me down onto the bed again.He yanks my ankle, lifting my left leg.“What are you doing?” I shout, panic rising, but Alvar’s made up his mind to ignore me. He fastens a leash around my left calf, securing it to the bedpost. My leg is raised, bound, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. He repeats the process with my other leg.Now, with my legs wide open, I'm completely at Alvar’s mercy. He stands at the foot of the bed, towering over me as I struggle. He’s holding another belt in his hand, folded in half, poised like a
AlvarRylee's ex-mate stands outside the door, likely hearing every bit of her cries. Her screams of pleasure grow louder, more desperate, as she drools and begs me to fuck her faster. That pathetic dog named Syd must be listening.With a final scream, Rylee has an orgasm. Her release spills over my cock, soaking my stomach, and then she goes limp, her eyes fluttering shut in a haze of satisfaction.Content, I link Carl, instructing him to come upstairs and take the man away.Just a quarter of an hour ago, I was tying Rylee up, listening to her say things that cut deep. Instead of having Carl take Syd straight to the dungeon, I ordered him to give the mutt a debilitating injection, then tie him to a chair right outside my bedroom door. I wanted Syd to hear every single moment—how Rylee begged for mercy beneath me, how she found pleasure in our sex, how she screamed my name.Carl reports back that Syd’s eyes are bloodshot with rage, his mouth bleeding from where he's bitten down on it.