*** Lisa’s POVI waited, watching Drax lean back in his makeshift throne—a beat-up recliner that had seen better days. The room itself reeked of something desperate, something hollow. The kind of place that pretends to be more than it is, much like Drax himself.He was reveling in the aftermath of his climax, a disgusting display as the girl struggled between his legs, her body twitching as she made her final, desperate attempts to free herself. She clawed at his legs, weak punches landing uselessly against his torso. It wasn’t long before her fight drained out, her last breath spent in a stifled scream, her mouth still impaled on his cock. With a final shiver of satisfaction, he shoved her off, her limp body collapsing in a heap next to the other two women he’d discarded like broken toys.I didn’t flinch. I’d seen worse. Done worse.“Drax,” I said coolly, my voice cutting through the murky air. “This will be your last chance to leave before you’re just another body at my feet.”His e
*** Lilliana's POVI’d arrived early, and the hotel’s parking lot was as busy as I’d imagined. I’d just be another face in a sea of people—anonymous, forgettable.The air in my small car was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of excitement and nerves that clung to me like a second skin. I’d been sitting here too long, trapped in a loop of what-ifs. But there was something intoxicating about the waiting, about watching people filter into the hotel and trying to guess which one might be them. Him, her, them—it didn’t matter.It all came down to trust—trusting myself. Could I let go, just for tonight? Could I trust the process… his process? The thought made me chuckle, a nervous, half-choked sound that felt more revealing than comforting. My nerves were in overdrive, and the irony wasn’t lost on me.For nearly an hour, I watched people come and go, hoping for a sign, a clue—anything to tip the scales. Maybe I’d spot someone who looked as anxious as I felt, or someone striding in with ov
(SIX WEEKS EARLIER)*** Third Person POV------Opening: Instructor WantedTopics of interest: Deep Throating 101, How to Break into Fisting, and the Limits of Breath Play.Attire: Just enough restraints to keep one open for business.Timeline: One-night cram session, looking to enroll soon------Her fingers hovered above ‘post’ for the third night in a row. She didn’t think she’d ever make love again, but fucking—that was something she could do. John and she never fucked, never did anything 'kinky', but the sex was still great. It had been three years since the accident, and she hadn’t even dated, let alone been intimate with someone.Fucking wasn't even the right term. She didn't know what the right term was to label the desires she was having. At the root of it all, she knew what she really ached for was to relinquish control, step back into her feminine and renew the connection to her own life.The past year had been a struggle as her body had come back to life, and touching herse
(NOW)*** AlphaWatcher's POV“Interesting…” The word slips out as I lean back in the chair. The screen light is soft. It throws shadows in the room, but I don’t mind them. I hadn’t expected much tonight. The forums are usually full of junk. Clickbait. Bad attempts at fishing for attention. But this one is different.The ad is plain. Direct. It has just enough in it to show the person knows what they want. Or thinks they do. Most posts are desperate. Or worse. Full of fantasies that don’t make sense. But this one is clear. Serious. Thoughtful.I’ve seen plenty of submissives at the gatherings. The parties where everyone knows the score. Where the lines between what’s real and what’s not blur just enough to make it good. Those are controlled. Planned. I like the chase. Breaking down walls. Pushing limits. But the classifieds? They’re just a way to relax. To see who thinks they can play in our world.This ad isn’t the usual. There’s something deeper in it. Experience, maybe. Or hunger, he
(NOW)*** AlphaWatcher's POVHe had arrived early too. He always did. It gave him time to think, to watch. There was a calm in it, a sense of control. He needed that. She arrived not long after, and he saw her right away. Most people got out of their cars quickly, eager to move, to get on with things. But she sat there, watching. She wasn’t in a rush. She was taking her time, feeling out the situation. He admired that. It showed she had the right mindset—cautious but curious.After a while, he circled the parking lot, moving a few spaces behind her. His vision was sharp, better than most. He got a good look at her. She was more attractive than he’d imagined. Fresh-faced, no makeup, no manufactured perfume. Just her. It was refreshing, real. There was something grounding about it.Her car was old, a simple Honda, but in perfect condition. It looked like it had been kept unused in a garage for years. He concluded it had. She was practical, not flashy. He liked that too. Flashy people we
(SIX WEEKS EARLIER)*** AlphaWatcher's POVAlphaWatcher sat in his study, the distant hum of the city filtering through the open window. The soft glow of the screen reflected off his face, illuminating the room with a faint, steady light. His fingers hovered above the keyboard, the weight of his next message heavy with significance. This wasn’t about dominance, at least not in the way most understood it. He was a Guide, and that distinction mattered, even if he did demand obedience.His mind was sharp, calculating. He hadn’t seen enough of Lilliana to fully understand her, but the way she’d approached writing that ad suggested she was new to this dynamic. There was potential there—potential that needed to be nurtured, not controlled.He typed the first message, his words deliberate.……… >> AlphaWatcher: “It’s important you understand the difference between what one might expect and what I offer. My role is to Guide you. You, as the Follower, will learn to trust in that guidance, to fi
(MORNING OF)*** Lilliana's POVLilliana’s day had begun with careful preparation. She’d started with the practicalities—reserving the suite online, ensuring all the details were in place. The hotel’s app made it easy. The QR code on her phone granted access to the VIP elevator and her suite, eliminating the need for a front desk encounter. It was discreet, efficient, and exactly what she needed.Her thoughts turned to the clothes she’d wear. AlphaWatcher had been specific: comfortable clothes that made her feel like herself. She’d felt a wave of relief at his words. Most of her wardrobe consisted of business attire—black suits, crisp white shirts, and undergarments that were more functional than comfortable. Not exactly what she wanted for tonight.She opened her closet, her fingers brushing past the tailored blouses and structured dresses until she found what she was looking for. A light cardigan, soft and worn-in, perfect for layering over a wide-strapped tank top. An ankle-length s
*** Lilliana's POVLilliana’s heart raced as she made her way to the door, bumping into a chair on her way, the dull thud momentarily breaking her stride. Her eyes burned slightly, but she paid no mind to it. She was on autopilot now, her body moving of its own accord. Eamon had groomed her well, and it was as if a switch had flipped in her mind. No reservations, no second thoughts. She trusted her instincts, and they told her to trust him.Reaching the door, she ignored the peephole, leaving the safety latch in place as she turned the handle. The door creaked open, and there he was, the charmer from the parking lot, with that above-average smile that now seemed so much more. He smelled incredible, a mix of something earthy and intoxicating that made her throat catch. For a brief moment, her inner monologue went silent, as if her thoughts themselves had stilled in his presence.“What took you so long,” he muttered, his voice soft but laced with something deeper, almost wistful. The wor
*** Lisa’s POVI waited, watching Drax lean back in his makeshift throne—a beat-up recliner that had seen better days. The room itself reeked of something desperate, something hollow. The kind of place that pretends to be more than it is, much like Drax himself.He was reveling in the aftermath of his climax, a disgusting display as the girl struggled between his legs, her body twitching as she made her final, desperate attempts to free herself. She clawed at his legs, weak punches landing uselessly against his torso. It wasn’t long before her fight drained out, her last breath spent in a stifled scream, her mouth still impaled on his cock. With a final shiver of satisfaction, he shoved her off, her limp body collapsing in a heap next to the other two women he’d discarded like broken toys.I didn’t flinch. I’d seen worse. Done worse.“Drax,” I said coolly, my voice cutting through the murky air. “This will be your last chance to leave before you’re just another body at my feet.”His e
*** Third Person POV“We were asleep for a reason, a good one." Her voice was calm but edged with a severity that made Eamon pause. Skadi stood across the room, her stance rigid, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that demanded his attention."It would have to be, considering the risk Lil faces shifting at her age." Eamon’s tone was controlled, but beneath it was a thread of concern. He took a seat back on the edge of the bed, watching her closely, his body tense as if preparing for something he couldn’t yet see."The shift is the least of our worries." She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if daring him to challenge her.The room felt charged, the air thick with unspoken tension. Skadi's voice was low, her words deliberate, each syllable weighted with meaning."Death isn’t a worry?" His voice held a sharper edge now, frustration creeping in. "Being taken alive is the worry." Her reply was cold, almost dismissive, as she crossed her arms, her eyes darkening.
*** Riona's POV"Will you do it again?" I had asked Dawn, my voice steady but my heart racing."Every time," she had answered without hesitation, her tone as cold as ever."When?""That's not the question you want to ask me," she had replied, her sharp eyes narrowing in that way that always told me she was two steps ahead."Aren’t you tired of burying them?" My voice cracked just slightly."You bury them," she had said, emotionless."Fuck you," I’d spat back, knowing it wouldn't cut as deep as I wanted."Is that all?""Give me the charge," I had demanded, my desperation barely contained."It’s simpler to bury them," she had said with that infuriating calmness."Give. Me. The. Charge."And then, a voice I didn’t recognize had cut through the air. "It’s already done. I hope you survive. I really do."Another night, reliving the same moment. More than four decades later, I’d make the same choice. Every single time. The only thing I’d change? Maybe adding a rune to automatically summon a
*** Eamon's POVLil had left the party hours ago, but still wasn’t home.I regretted not following her, but I couldn’t reconcile that with abandoning the surveillance. It had seemed like the obvious choice at the time—keep my eye on the case, let her do what she needed. But as the night dragged on, regret settled in, gnawing at me like a wound that wouldn't heal.There had been no sense of urgency or danger through the mate bond, so I wasn’t exactly worried. Annoyed? Yes. Worried? Not yet. After all, I had explicitly told her not to leave the house but she’d done the opposite. My frustration grew tenfold knowing she wasn’t answering her phone because she’d left it behind in her apartment. I’d heard the damn thing buzzing when I tried to call.I busied myself with checking in on my team. Kirk had tracked Red to a Sanctum club, the kind of place with a dubious reputation and an even more exclusive clientele. She apparently had VIP access, which only fueled our optimism that tailing her w
*** Kirk's POVThe wave of her climax rippled through me, a surge of heat that coursed from her body to mine, snapping the mate bond into place. I could feel her walls clenching around me, involuntarily stroking me, pulling me deeper into her, beckoning my own release. My body responded instantly, the tension coiling in my core until I growled low in my chest, releasing myself inside her. The pleasure hit me like a storm, my hips jerking into her as my mouth released her neck. I lapped up the blood at the place where I’d marked her, sealing the bond.The taste of her on my tongue sent another shiver through me, but even as I finished, I couldn’t stop. My body still craved her. I was still hard, still thrusting, the need for her not yet sated. I wanted her to ride me forever, to keep this moment suspended in time, right here against the wall, with her body wrapped around mine. The euphoria of my release began to settle into contentment, but something was wrong.She wasn’t moving.Riona
*** Riona’s POV"Mate," he breathed the word into my ear, his voice like a prayer. His mouth descended to my exposed neck, lips brushing softly against my skin. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down my spine, and then his tongue—slow, deliberate—lapping at the skin where I knew he could mark me. Electricity crackled at the point of contact, a gentle tingle that spread outward like wildfire. Everywhere his lips touched, everywhere our bodies connected, it was like I was waking up—coming alive under him.I could feel my body screaming for him, every nerve ending on fire, the heat between us building to a point I could hardly stand. He smelled it too. I knew he could sense my arousal, smell it in the air. His growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against me as he pressed harder into my body. My breathing grew more ragged, more desperate, as my wolf, Skoll, roared in my mind, lust and need crashing over me in waves.I was almost breathless when I mumbled, "If you want me… then
*** Riona’s POVThe club was exactly what I’d needed tonight—an escape, a promise. The kind of place where desires were laid bare, and the shadows offered protection. This wasn’t a dive bar filled with humans and their cheap thrills. No, this was for our kind, for those who could afford the exclusivity. The lights were low, casting a seductive glow over the polished wood and velvet, and the faint scent of the finest perfumes and expensive cigars lingered in the air. Dancers moved on the stage like art, their bodies shimmering beneath the chandeliers that dripped with crystal.I didn’t come here for business, and I definitely didn’t come here to be bothered by him—who I had been sure I’d lost hours ago.Skoll had been restless for weeks, and I’d promised her some action tonight. A little reward for her patience. After all, it wasn’t every night I found time to indulge in what this place offered—namely, anonymous satisfaction. I deserved it. She deserved it. But this? This wasn’t what I
*** Kirk’s POV"We’ve noticed that Miss Ravenshade has had some bad luck recently." Kirk’s voice was low, his words measured as his eyes tracked every subtle movement in Red's body.Red turned to him, a coy smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Has she? I hadn’t noticed." Her expression glinted with a hint of surprise, as if Kirk's line of questioning caught her off guard. This wasn’t where she thought the conversation was headed—it wasn’t why she thought they were following her. Maybe they weren’t dirty cops after all."We don’t like disturbances Others cause," Kirk continued, his tone carrying a quiet authority. "Especially when they turn up on the Humans' radar."Her gaze softened slightly, thoughtful. "Well, Miss Ravenshade doesn’t want to be on any radar, thus the increase in ‘disturbances.'"A less perceptive wolf would have missed the subtly in her response , but I understood. The attacks on Ravenshade had been relatiory. She was refusing to play ball with someone. There was
*** Kirk’s POV“In my game, I ask the questions, and if I like your answers, I’ll reward you,” I whispered, my breath grazing Red’s ear and trailing down her neck. Her skin was smooth, and I noted, just as I suspected, no mate mark. The thrill of control coursed through me, heightened by the lack of any visible bond on her.“Let me guess,” she quipped, tilting her head slightly in response to my closeness, “If you don’t like my answers, you’ll punish me? So original.”“I’m all about originality, baby. If I don’t like your answers, I’ll just slit your throat instead,” I said smoothly, letting my words hang in the air like a knife. Grimnir stirred in my mind, pleased at the threat.She snorted a laugh, the sound light but unimpressed. “Well, that would be original for a cop... unless, of course, you’re crooked,” she mused, her voice dripping with amusement as she trailed off.“I’m straight as an arrow, baby,” I growled, grinding my hips forward into her backside, feeling the tension betw