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
Rylee“Tomorrow is your wedding. Alvar asked me to come and see you,” Hera says as she walks into the room, placing the tray on the low table in front of the recliner.She glances around, and I blush. I’ve been in such a depressing state the past few days that I’ve let the room fall into chaos—bath towels, clothes, and pillows strewn everywhere.I don’t mind what Ruth might think, but Hera’s gaze is different. “Sorry,” I mumble, scrambling to clean up the mess.Hera smiles softly. “I understand. I was young once too.”“How did Alvar let you visit me?” I ask quickly, shoveling a few mouthfuls of food into my mouth.“He said that, on the eve of the wedding, you might need your family’s company.” Hera sighs, her tone gentle but laced with concern. “I don’t have much time, only half an hour. The next time I see you will be at the wedding. Rylee, have you thought this through? What are you going to choose?”The food in my hand suddenly loses its taste. My appetite vanishes as the weight of
RyleeI ended up choosing another black wedding dress. Not the no I liked with the butterflies on it. But this one is good too. The fabric drapes off my shoulders like liquid silk, and the hem trails slightly along the floor, adorned with black sequins that glimmer like stars in the night sky. The slim waistband accentuates my curves, while the V-neckline is both seductive and solemn.Meg is rambling on about finding the perfect necklace. Her hand hovers between various pieces of jewelry in a big box before settling on a diamond-encrusted one. Strangely, it makes me think of the moon necklace Syd gave me. Among all this elaborate jewelry, it would look almost pitifully simple, but to me, it was more precious than anything else. Syd, I wonder how he is now. Hera said that Alvar had released him yesterday, and asked him to show up today. And Meg said she would take care of him.Today is my wedding day, but the weather seems to be mourning more than celebrating. The sky is a dull gray, e
CarlThis was the fastest wedding prep I’ve ever seen, and by far the most extravagant. Alvar dropped a million dollars refreshing and covering every inch of the Gonzales Mansion with flowers. He invited everyone—our friends and titled figures from the surrounding areas. He even has someone livestream the wedding so that all pack members could see it.I direct two of my guys to place the Moon Goddess statue on the marble platform in the center of the pool. It’s heavy as hell and gives us a good amount of trouble.One of the dudes grumbles, “Damn, this weather sucks. I hate winter. If it rains later, the ceremony’s screwed, and we’ll have hauled this thing for nothing.”I snap at him, “Shut it. If Alpha hears you, your skin’s on the line.”“Got it, got it. I won’t say a word,” he mutters, wiping sweat off his forehead. Then he adds, “Still don’t get what’s so special about that wo…I mean our Luna. Alpha’s bringing out the statue for her and inviting half the world.”I don’t respond, ju