Annora
My heart had burst into a sprint, clamouring against my ribcage like it tried to tear itself out. The fear gripped me like a vice, choking the air out of my lungs.
No. No.
My legs wouldn't even move.
I barely batted an eyelid and he was right before me, his eyes fixated on my skin and I grew hot. My entire nervous system and nerve endings reached disarray.
“So delicate,” he cooed and something inside me rose. I didn't know what it was, but I hoped it was the intense hate I felt for him. My body wouldn't stop shaking.
His fingers swept the strands of my hair to the side, and I felt sweat streaming down my forehead as I gazed up at him with eyes holding nothing but terror.
I stared at the tattoo designs that adorned his arms, my eyes blazing with fury. He grabbed my chin and pulled me to look up at him. “Do you…like what you see?”
He looked like a god. He was built like one. This was the devil they spoke of?
Face modeled after the most gorgeous of angels, only for his personality to mirror the worst of demons.
What madness was this? His eyes were orbs that would swallow me if I stared deeper into them.
Without thinking, I screeched at him, “Mad man!”
I slammed my fist into his hard, muscular chest, but I barely made an impact due to his immense strength.
“Let go of me! Please!”
His expression contorted in anger, but he didn't move an inch. Nothing affected him. Instead, he grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight that he could snap me like a twig.
“You shouldn't have done that,” he sneered, biting his bottom lips. Those eyes were a gaze into the black hole. So dark that shivers skittered down my spine and the hair at the back of my neck rose.
What sort of wolf was he?
I'd never smelled this scent from thousands of men in this pack.
He had a distinct smell that I'd never perceived before. Aegon crouched lower, vandalizing my personal space. He sniffed my scent, nuzzling me as his breath caressed my neck gently, and pushed his body tightly against mine.
“You smell like an Omega, how's that possible?” he growled, his eyes narrowing into mine. “A bastard, perhaps?”
I tried to pull away, but he held me fast. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I felt a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, he yanked me closer, his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath.
“Let go!” I pulled away, increasing my pace as I ran to the door, but his fast, firm hands grabbed my hair, yanking me backward and slamming me into the couch.
“Ow!” I shrieked when I hit the wooden handle of it. The pain shot up my brain, almost blinding me.
I buried my aching head and started to weep bitterly, soaking the couch with my tears.
“You're a feisty one.” He grabbed my hair, pulling me up with the weight of it. “But you listen to me.” Je never yelled, nor spoke too loud.
I felt a stinging sensation as his large hand cracked across my face, the force of the slap sending my head whipping to the side.
Pain and shock flowed through me, deep in my veins. I tasted blood as my lips split, the metallic flavor of my own blood mixing with saliva, and the fear I was made to choke on.
"Leave my daughter alone, Aegon, please! She's not your enemy!” My mom yelled, her sobbing tone increasing and piercing my ears. I hated to hear her cry. “Please. She's done nothing wrong!”
Meanwhile, my dad struggled to gaze at us with his eyes covered in bruises from heavy punches. Aegon had reduced him to nothing!
Alpha Aegon suddenly moved his gaze to Rowena, a smile snaking his lips as he approached her and grabbed her aggressively.
I watched in fear as he roughly handled her, dealing with her like she was a fine cloth to pick on a good market day.
The sobbing tone of my sister sank into my heart, filling me with distress and concern.
But I was nowhere near healed from the slap I'd received from him. My ears burned.
“Aegon, please! Annora has done nothing and I don't want you to hurt her,” My dad pleaded, leaning against the cupboard, glancing sideways to avoid a direct gaze at Aegon. “Let her roam free in the woods as a rogue. She isn't any threat to you! Please!”
My father cared about me? For what reasons?
I could only weep and pant in that corner, watching him loom closer to me. Rowena was back on her knees.
“Please! Let my daughters go!” My parents' pleas fell on deaf ears. And now, Aegon's army had pooled the room.
“Consider this atonement for your sins, Fennic,” He responded to my father. “Though a thousand of your daughters wouldn't wash your hands clean.”
Aegon's grip on my arm tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like claws.
“No!” my mom screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she lunged at Aegon with a pocket knife to his chest, but he was too strong, too powerful.
“Mother, no!” I cried, feeling my heart almost crawl out of my mouth.
He tossed her aside like a rag doll, and she crashed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
“I'll go with you; just let my parents be,”I muttered, wiping away my tears. “I will go with you.”
I tried to touch my parents, but he pulled me away. I stumbled, my feet tangling with the others, and lost my balance, falling to the ground.
I felt a trace of blood on my face, and as I raised my gaze, oh goodness!
The blood came from Aegon's chest. My mother had struck him. “Mother!” No. No. No. He would kill her!
No.
With a swift motion, he pulled the sword from a soldier's scabbard and struck my mother with it.
I screamed, horror and grief piercing my soul, as I watched my mother slump to the ground, her eyes still opened though life had left them.
Without thinking, I lunged at Aegon, my teeth sinking into his skin as I bit down hard, almost tearing his flesh.
Our gazes met, and I swear the dark in his eyes lessened. I saw brown.
What the hell was going on!?
That was until he used the edge of the sword to strike across my forehead. I fell to the ground once more.
“Enough!” my father bellowed. I could hear the tears in them. “Let my daughter go, and—”
But Aegon's menacing chuckle interrupted him, his gaze shifting to the soldier, and they both laughed mockingly. “Dead men tell no tales.”
My father gradually crawled to my mother's body and removed her hairpin.
“No, don't!” I screamed hastily, but he was too quick.
Too determined to fight a battle he could never win!
He dug the pin into Aegon's arm. Before I could breathe, Aegon turned and he struck the sword into my father's neck.
“F-father… Father! No! No! No!”
Right before my eyes, Father fell unconscious, face down. My blood ran cold. “Father! No, please! Father! No! No! You can't—” I panted. I was going mad. “Please!”
He was grinning and he walked closer. His arm stretched forth. All my insides froze.
“P-please!”
The monster didn't leave my side, neither did he hear any of my pleas.
My voice had gone hoarse from begging for his mercy. I felt his large hand dip into my hair, yanking my head up to gaze at him, my mouth hanging open.
My breath was caught in my throat, and I winced in pain, tears flowing down from my eyes, uncontrolled. But the monster wouldn't let go of my hair, rather he grinned as he locked eyes with me.
His orbs were as dark as his soul, but I didn't dare look away, not while my hair was tangled around his fist and he yanked it harder, with a devilish precision while his red lips
still formed a satisfied smile.
My expression morphed into a wince and the tears wouldn't stop flowing.
“I want this one…”
AnnoraThe carriage was driven into a castle, a majestic fortress of stone and steel. I lay coiled up like a snake, my body curled in a tight ball. Memories came flooding back, bringing anguish and causing my eyes to swell and redden. It was painful to even glance at the sky.The walls of his castle were thick and frightening, with a large gate of iron that seemed impenetrable. I felt the heaviness of the chain that was clamped around my wrist and its weight dragged me down as I moved my arms.This was hell. The sobbing tones of the other prisoners beside me reminded me that this captivity might be permanent. There was no way out!Aegon had taken it all.I was still trying to come to terms with my fate when a giant man, covered in tattoos that looked similar to Aegon's, approached our carriage.I felt his grip on my chain pulling me downward as other soldiers took the remaining prisoners. Our chains echoed through the floor like a rail track. “Move it!” he commanded, pushing me fo
AegonI could sense that look from miles away. I could smell it too. It was different from the smell of sex and sweat that filled this dungeon. Kairel remained rooted in one spot, his eyes keen on sin and he uttered, in a gravelly voice. “Mate.”My brows furrowed in disgust and anger punched through me. Sin was his mate? More like my plaything. Time seemed to still for those too and Sin sat there, trembling from the cold. Her bare body is a work of art that, for some reason, moved me. She was untouched— I knew that much, but managed to have the body of a goddess. Perky breasts that rounded nicely and the cold had helped to erect her nipples.They stared at me, red and plum, begging for me to indulge. Maybe she wouldn't suffer this much if her father weren't Alpha Fennic. That bastard needed to die many more times.My dick throbbed in my trousers, trying to free itself from its restraints and I was just as shocked as the guards, too. I tried to stuff down the feeling— that rush in m
Annora “P-please!”The monster didn't leave my side, neither did he hear any of my pleas.My voice had gone hoarse from begging for his mercy. I felt his large hand dip into my hair, yanking my head up to gaze at him, my mouth hanging open.My breath was caught in my throat, and I winced in pain, tears flowing down from my eyes, uncontrolled. But the monster wouldn't let go of my hair, rather he grinned as he locked eyes with me. His orbs were as dark as his soul, but I didn't dare look away, not while my hair was tangled around his fist and he yanked it harder, with a devilish precision while his red lips still formed a satisfied smile.My expression morphed into a wince and the tears wouldn't stop flowing.“I want this one…” he announced, a smile snaking his red thin lips, an opening to the hell of his mouth. “I love what her mouth looks like wide open. Keep her in a separate carriage.”Disgust bit through me and my stomach sank. I spat in his face. “Go to hell, Demon! Go to hell!