One simple rule. Don’t fuck this up. Yet, the urge to slit every one of their throats and paint the walls with their blood for Sweetness is right… there. Scratching at the surface, peeling back this disguise piece by piece. Would my Pet bask in the glory of it, or would she see me for the monster that I am? The one who doesn’t deserve her, the one who puts her at risk just for knowing me. No one knows me. Not when my last name is a whisper in the dark that no one wants to speak, and certainly not the face to that name. No, there are two people who live with that knowledge. Everyone else is dead. I can’t trust myself at the house while she’s gone, and so I’m not. Which is a real fucking problem. I left with the need to shift, but if I let the more animalistic part of me out, he won’t be as inclined as I am to take Oz into consideration. Ruining his father is a long game we’ve only just started, but this shit is getting fast tracked. We’re not playing with our food this
The textured feeling of the dress glides under my hands as they rest at my sides while the girl in the shop finishes with her needle and thread. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, but all I can see is the darkness in my eyes. The pitch black color of them swallows me whole, and it's like I'm falling into the abyss of my nightmares all over again. One upon a time I let myself believe that where I ended up was going to be ok… that the boy who found me was meant to be mine… that he loved me. The girl staring back at me is a stupid, stupid girl. That boy is killing anyone who looks her way. He's so savage in his obsession with her that I can't blame her for believing his intentions were true… but every night while she's sleeping alone, he's out there sleeping with someone new. “I know what you’re thinking,” grey eyes get in the way, something being set atop my head as he fusses with it, “but flesh means nothing.” Corbyn stands beside me, looking in the mirror at the both of us. He
*** The weight of the water is crushing my chest. The ability to breathe so close as the open air drifts over my fingertips. Me, myself, and I want to see this night again. They want to relive it… I don’t. My hair covers my face, wet and impossibly heavy as I struggle to see through it, but that’s ok… if I can’t see him, he can’t see me coming. I’m stumbling forwards but my feet keep getting stuck in the mud, until it wins, and I fall onto my hands and knees. He grips my shoulders, stopping me from continuing to move forwards, except the moment he goes to brush the hair from my face I take action. Grabbing onto his wrist, I pull. I pull and yank with all my might on his wrist until the wind turns in my favor and he’s stumbling into me as we fall into the depths of the water. His hazel hues are staring into mine, begging me to let go, angry that I won’t. I close my eyes, letting myself sink farther into the darkness until my chest gives up and takes in a lungful of water.
"I'll be back tomorrow night," Trent stops just outside the training room, leaning in for a kiss but stopping himself as if he can't bear it either. He looks through the doorway and scoffs in my direction. "You never learnt as much when I tried to teach you.” “I was young,” I angle myself towards him to take his concentration away from Brixton, but it’s not working… and I don’t like the look he’s giving him. “And I was too… distracted.” I bite my lip, but I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit or my own. I need to keep all the things I want to say to myself. “Yes,” he says, angling my head up to look at him, “you were always quite… distractable.” “As are you,” Corbyn mocks, leaning against the wall as if he’s been there forever. “And after breakfast, I don’t think she needs anymore ‘training’.” “He’s loyal to US,” Trent snaps at Corbyn, “besides, after going with her to the dress fitting, I don’t think you need any more input.” “Touche,” Corbyn announces without explanation or re
A smile breaks across Brixton’s face, and for a second there’s a whole new side of him to see. It's not ill-intended, it's sincere. A childish side that never gets let out - but I want desperately to see it again. To see his happiness. “No running.” his voice has a roughness to it that usually isn’t there, a desperation that makes me a little bolder. I slide my hand down his arm that’s holding my waist, slipping my hand into his as I drop them by our sides. He tightens his grip on my hand, staring at the door for a moment as he taps various places on his body and stops by my dresser. He reaches towards the bottom of it where there's some kind of fancy trim, leaving space between the dresser and the floor and retrieves a key. How long has he been planning this? My heart does a little flip. A traitorous little flip when I warned it - no more. We can't get attached. This could end like dumb-dumb Mark, only if Trent finds me again… we're both dead. He tugs me gently behind him a
Brixton yells out, the deep growly tone of it sending prickles of excitement through me as it fills the space around me. Trees pass me by quickly, the blur of the darkened forest lost as I focus on going faster, moving over and under things that are in my way and wondering how close he is. Branches continue to scrape my skin, and the forest floor is rough beneath my feet as I rush to keep ahead of him, but all that pain seems to fade away just as fast as I feel it. I used to be fast, and even though I don't feel like I'm moving as quickly as I did when I raced Donny, I love the feeling of it just the same. The wind is ripping through my hair, catching on things, when a twig snaps and I press my back to a tree while I look around, unable to hide the amount of noise that my breathing is making. My chest feels as though it's on fire, burning with every inhale but my neck and shoulders are tingling, making me more than aware that he’s probably got eyes on me… and I'd better get m
The monster within me demands this chase end in blood, but he's too lulled by the feeling of her to care about her disobedience. We have all the time in the world for punishments. The slowed feeling of her pussy squeezing around my cock makes me want to see her in chains, strung up… at my mercy… fuck. I flip her over without thinking, needing to see her face, to see her darkness… and she delivers. Her eyes are blown wide, searching for mine like a good fucking pet, and the darkness there speaks volumes. It tames the wild part of me just enough to not completely ravage her, but she's looking at me like she'd fucking love that. I slide my hands up her legs, spreading them wide for me and delivering me the sweetest scent. Warm cotton candy that begs for someone to melt it with their mouth. I was worried that she was too sweet to handle me, that she'd scare off, but as I dig my fingers into her thighs, her back arches from the mud, and her whole body tenses in pleasure. "Min
~~~ Yesterday ~~~ Pierce hangs up the phone. He should be here already, but there he goes, demanding shit as if he doesn't have orders. There’s only ever been one other time when he’s used the friendship we have for personal gain, if you can even call it that. If Pierce wanted to leave, he'd be gone. Whoever needed to be dead, would be, and he'd be here by nightfall. That's how this works. Whatever my father wants, he does. Whatever my father asks of me, Pierce does out of loyalty. I took care of him. I presented my father with a cruel boy who has a blackened heart and nothing to his name… and he made him into his, my, biggest weapon. But no, 'WE still need a single distraction and transport,' he said, still clinging onto that girl. That girl is a pawn, one I need, and she’s making him sloppy. He may have fallen prey to her charms, but the Pierce I know wouldn’t have let that happen. It was impossible to make a counter-ability plan for an Iota when Pierce being put in ch
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“You kissed her,” I say and Brixton’s eyes grow lighter, but I’m not second-guessing anything this time. He gave me a chance once. How true that chance was, I’ll never know, but I should have taken it then, and I’m not remaking mistakes when I’m so close. “Devlin, I-” His words are cut short when the knives that were tucked into the back of my dress, are firmly planted in his lower abdomen. He falls to his knees, and mine buckle, but I don’t have a heart left to care… I gave that away when he destroyed it. The light blue in his eyes tries to hold onto me, or maybe it’s me trying to hold onto them… because I’m not planning on ever seeing them again. The tears stream down my face as he clutches onto his stomach, unable to say anything to me, as the grape scent that used to lull me, burns with every step I take as I run from him… …from this room… …from this life. I slide my shoes off as soon as I am through the tree line. The silver blades will buy some time, but not much. But
I was expecting a big finale, a flood of liquid, but all I feel is underwhelmed at the trickle of what the pill had to offer as the liquid slides past my lips to his… and it tastes… good. “Dee,” Trent breathes in confusion, angry as he reaches for me. I step back, expecting him to lunge forward, but he drops to the ground in front of me, grasping onto his throat. “What have you done?” The old man gasps, hurriedly trying all the door handles, in hope one will open, as I watch Trent’s face turn color. The closer his body gets to laying on the floor, the more victorious I feel. I may still die here, but I did this… I killed him. Darcia had her wires crossed. Smart, but dumb. She thought I was the one in the house with a pineapple allergy, that she could take me out and have it look like a fluke allergy, but she just killed the one thing she wanted most. A laugh bubbles up inside of me as I lick my lips, watching his chest stop moving, nothing will ever taste this good. Clap…
Pungent acid rises in my throat as my back presses into Corbyn, and the sounds of me gagging only filter through, as his voice does, "Not in the dress." I spin in his arms, but as I go to find solace in his touch, I find myself pressing against where he's holding me at an arm's length. "You'll ruin your makeup," he says, as if I just unboxed a plant. "You knew," I yell, shaking my head as I try to back up from him, but he grips onto me right before I stumble backward. "You didn't think he would let Gavin get away with trying to claim the prize, did you?" “What are you-” I’m mid-scream when he interrupts me, “A Queen's debt, is a King’s to settle." "How did he even know that, Corbyn?" I step into his space, needing to hear him confirm it, for him to say it out loud… he told him. I can wait all I want here, but the silence from him is exactly what I expected, it’s the calmness that’s fallen over me, that I didn’t see coming. Did I want Gavin dead? Yes. Am I upset that
There are no windows here, by design I'm sure, but the location is gorgeous. The one beauty there is in today, that I'll hold onto. Trent woke me this morning just before lunch, and we left alone, but arrived to pack members already patrolling the area in shifted form. They're surrounding the area, this carved-out piece of beauty just outside of the city, where the trees are high and the greenery is all shades. They look at home here, but the real monsters that make up those wolves, belong anywhere but somewhere so peaceful. Walking into the building was like navigating a maze, but the space for the ceremony has a large window on the roof where the treetops don't reach and the sunlight shines through, lighting the entire room flawlessly. ‘The moon delivered you to me, because you're mine, and I am yours. It's you, and me, always.' When the full moon is on display tonight, it will make for the perfect setting… almost like the kind of wedding girls dream about… almost like I’
Two hours. Sometimes, even though I’m sure I would regret it, I can’t help but wonder what Corbyn is thinking about. Does he feel genuine emotions? Or is he literally sitting there with a blank mind and nothing running through his head? It’s been two hours since he switched places with Trent and he’s done nothing but sit on the chair across from me and watch me. It’s given me time to process what he said, ‘a woman who had an affair with the Alpha… it was my mother… ’He must look a lot like his mother, where Trent looks more like their father.Their… father. He has so many of Gavin’s mannerisms, but those could have been developed from growing up here. It’s impossible to tell if Corbyn is lying, but while he’s never told me the whole truth… he’s never lied to me, either. It would make him the rightful Alpha, Gavin’s first born… and Corbyn doesn’t seem like the type to let that go. I jump a little when there’s a knock at the door, but not him… never him. The Darling’s are the l
His voice fades out as my heart beats faster, her blood thrumming through me… calling out to me. She needs me. And I fucking need her. "You're fucking everything up, Pierce…" Dead. Slice… … spray… … beautiful. His blood is going to spill over this, and when it coats us, Sweetness will bathe in it with me. Oz has no idea who he's fucking with. "...That girl means nothing, she was always part of the plan. Just because you got your dick wet…" The metal restraints I’m in are the only thing that prevents his death, a new instinct I should care to temper, but don’t. He’s lucky I care more about getting to her than I do about him dying. There used to be loyalty there, a barrier between us, but it doesn't exist now, and when my blade slices off feather by feather, he's going to regret crossing me. He's the one fucking everything up. All that time he spent building trust between us as children… wasted in one decision. He excluded me from his plan, making choices with
~~~ Five Days Ago ~~~ The little jumps in his heartbeat tells me he’s awake, not that he’s letting on as he hangs from the chains in this room. Tactical. At least he hasn't lost all common sense. Pierce’s breathing gets longer, deeper, for one count… two… CLANG! When his attempt to break through the chains doesn’t go as planned, his eyes light up, finding mine immediately. I spoke too soon. There's no way he surveyed his surroundings in less than five seconds with enough evidence to act. “Feeling any less inclined to-” “WHERE… IS… SHE?!” His roar does nothing but make that part of me I repress come to the surface. It’s paying attention, but we don’t need the rogue piece of my father’s DNA right now. He subtly leans against the chains one way and another, his face giving nothing away as the silver burns his skin. He can check for weaknesses all he wants, but I prepared this room just for him. He has two cuffs on each wrist and foot, and a collar for added security. It w
He stares down at me, caging me with his palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of me. Corbyn is confusing at the best of times, but right now, the last thing I need is to try to navigate what he’s after. “If you want to kill me, do it already.” I press against his chest and he allows the space for me to walk past him. “Switching Alpha’s now?” He asks casually as my hand hovers over the door handle. “You knew,” I say without turning and there’s a sour taste developing on my tongue, one laced in the knowledge that he’s known this whole time that Gavin killed my family on purpose. He grips my wrist, ignoring my statement, as he drags me into the small bathroom in the room, but thankfully it doesn’t come equipped with a tub. He pulls the hand towel from the hanging rod, getting it wet before dragging it along my skin where Gavin was. He heard… everything. “There was a woman who had an affair with the Alpha. She later died giving birth, despite there being no complication