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.
RyleeI passed out at the end of the lovemaking yesterday. I’ve never experienced such intense pleasure before—especially not with bondage. It’s all so new to me. What’s even stranger is that this morning, Alvar agreed to let Cecilia come see me. Now we’re in the parlor, picking out wedding dresses.The words "my wedding dress" make me pause. The idea of my “rival” picking out my dress feels almost surreal.Cecilia holds up one dress after another. When she gets to a black bustier wedding dress, she flashes a big smile and asks Ruth, who’s standing behind us, "This one’s nice, don’t you think?"Ruth nods silently. Ever since Alvar announced that I was the future Luna at the dinner party, she’s been unusually quiet, her face devoid of any extra expression.I glance at myself in the mirror. After these two weeks of recovery, I look like a different person. I’m still thin, but my cheeks are fuller, and my skin has a healthy glow. My eyes seem deeper than before, sparkling with a light th
RyleeThe dungeon is shockingly large, hard to believe it’s hidden beneath the mansion. Ghost memories of Greenvale’s prison flood my mind. That night, Syd came to me. Now, here I am, the roles reversed. The only difference is that the floor isn't covered in straw, there’s no unbearable dampness, and no putrid stench.Syd huddles in the corner of his cell, his body battered and bare, his back a bloody mess. He looks worse than he did yesterday. What happened after we parted? Did he resist again only to be beaten down?At the sound of my steps, Syd sits up, alert. His heavy breathing fills the silence.I call out, “Syd, it’s me.”He looks up, sees me, and jumps to his feet, but quickly lowers his head, staying where he is. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice strained. Then, as if remembering something, he says, “Leave. This isn’t the place for you.”His words are strange, confusing. “Are you okay?” I whisper.“Not dead, anyway.” His tone is low, and he avoids my gaze, his bro
RyleeAlvar ignores Syd's desperate shouts as he drags me up the stairs, his grip so tight it feels like my shoulders might snap. I struggle, trying to pull free, but it’s pointless. His hands are like iron cuffs, and I’m forced to stumble along behind him.“Alvar, please! You’re hurting me!” I hiss through clenched teeth.He doesn’t even flinch, like he can’t hear me at all. As we pass Cecilia, she flashes me a smug, triumphant smile. Behind her is the same guard who let us into the dungeon. I glare at her, seething. This bitch set me up again! I thought she was less dangerous than Joanne, but it turns out that they’re both equally vicious.We reach the bedroom, and Alvar shoves me onto the bed with a force that sends a jolt through my body. His eyes are cold, sharp as blades. “Why don’t you ever listen?” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “Of course, because you were so desperate to see him. You even lied to me.”Each word hits me like a lash, and I’m left speechless. There’s n