Prologue

Alecia stared at the mirror in the bathroom, into her lifeless blue eyes. She had been broken, and this time, broken beyond repair.

    Ryder had no soul. Every promise, every word spoken in love was nothing but a means to get what he wanted. 

     She walked into the large room filled with the lemon and lime scent of his aftershave and closed the door behind her. and grabbed a small leather bag resting on top of the sink. She opened it and found a pair of scissors he had once used to turture another werewolf. Turning, she leaned her back against the sink, and closed her eyes. This was the only way to be free. She could not bare to wake up one more day knowing she belonged to Ryder. To crave his touch when she knew she should hate him. He had successfully made her his plaything. An object to be toyed with, but never to be taken seriously.

    She pressed the scissors to her wrist right above the vein and drew it across her skin. The blade sliced deep into her skin, sending searing pain through her.

    She screamed, losing her balance and slipping onto the floor;The large jacuzzi before her blurred in and out - darkness nipped around her mind.       A pounding sound attacked the door, while wood fell to the floor. Her head was lifted until she could see nothing but Ryder’s pale gray eyes full of tears.

“Alecia.” 

His eyes faded from her vision, but she could still feel him clenching her too tight, like he always did. But luckily death was beyond his control.

    In the midst of the sickening pain she felt, Alecia smiled. She would not stay Ryder's slave for ever.