Dahlia’s POV:“I am sorry, I didn’t know,” he whispers, kissing my forehead before he cups my face. He tilts my chin to look into his piercing forest green eyes. I felt drawn to them, mesmerized in the way they seem to suck me into their depth. Then he pulled back and tucked some hair behind my ear. I looked away, but his fingers pressed on my chin tilted my head back.“I will have someone collect your luggage and bring it back to you,” he said, for which I was grateful.“In the meantime, the manager called me and said your new clothes will be arriving first thing tomorrow morning because of some delays. So you would have to make do with the clothes given to you for a while,” he said.“Okay,”He nodded to me with a smile. When he moves to leave, I tugged on his sleeve.“When will you be back?” I asked, not wanting to be left alone. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can, Dahlia, then we’ll talk.”I am not sure what he wanted to talk about, but I nodded my head and watched him leave.
Dahlia's POV:It struck suddenly, a searing pain that radiated through my chest and brought me to my knees. I gasped, clutching at my ribs as my wolf whimpered in my mind.“What is this?” she growled, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion.I didn’t have an answer. All I knew was that the pain wasn’t mine. It was his. Tatum’s. Or rather, it was his pleasure, twisted into agony by the bond. My stomach churned as bile rose in my throat.“Why does it hurt so much?” I whispered, though no one was there to answer.My wolf growled again, louder this time. “Follow it.”I didn’t want to. Everything in me screamed to stay put, to ignore the bond’s pull and pretend it wasn’t happening. But the pain was relentless, forcing me to move. My legs carried me through the halls like they had a mind of their own, each step echoing the dreadful pounding in my chest.The sounds hit me before I even reached the door.Moans, loud and unapologetic, rang through the quiet hallway. Skin slapping
Dahlia’s POV:He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed casually, his expression unreadable. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe, and a smirk crawled to his lips before he walks to me.“What are you doing?” he asked.“Getting away from your cheating ass,” I spat, my teeth clenching.He looked at me with the same smug smirk plastered on his face. He didn’t even look surprised, or guilty for what he had done. Just that same arrogance that always seemed to hang around him.“You’re leaving?” he asked, his voice dripping with smugness rather than concern.I didn’t respond. I just grabbed the handle of my bag and tried to walk past him, but he blocked my way effortlessly, stepping into the room. His hand shot out, grabbing my bag from me before I tried to snatch it back from him, but he was too fast.“Don’t,” he said, his voice low but forceful.I stopped, feeling the tug of the mate bond deep in my chest. It was like a string pulling me back toward him, the scent of
Dahlia’s POV:“Ah!” I cried out, my fingers digging into his back as I fought for control. Yet the bond flaring up to life inside me was strong. ‘You can’t resist the bond,’ His words echoed within me, going on replay before he thrusts forward again, sinking what’s left of his length deep into me. I moaned out loudly, my free hand slipping into his hair as I tugged. The feeling of his touch, his lips, and most importantly his cock buried deep into me all come together to form a delicious, irresistible sensation running through me, and I can’t think straight.He grunts letting go of my bound hand to squeeze my ass before spreading them apart and subsequently slammed into me. A deep, lewd moan escaped my lips as I took each and every one of his brutal thrusts, while he smashed his lips back against me and kissed me, hard and deep. I could feel his possessiveness through his thrusts, and the way he kissed me like he wanted to devour me whole made my entire body shudder in both pleasure
Dahlia’s POV:The sound of his fingers slipping in and out of my slick, dripping wet folds reverberated through the walls, before he shoved me towards the bed and I plop down face first. Suddenly my dress was ripped out of me, and he didn’t seem to care as the fabric tore on my skin, burning my flesh with the abrupt ripping and I hiss.“Tatum!”His body lowers against me, and I was about to give him a piece of my mind when his tongue laps on the surface of my skin. I resist the urge to moan, as what he is doing feels so damn good I could fall asleep with him doing it. Suddenly, he flips me on my back, making me look up into forest green eyes staring right down at me. A smile curved on his lips, before he plunges into me with his impressive length, and I had no choice but take it all in. I moan, my hands gripping the sheets. I have never felt so filled up in my stomach, he was too big, the more he moves inside me makes me realize how my body can betray me for the sake of pleasure.
Dahlia’s POV:I blink staring after his back before the whimpering sound from Ayesha’s lips made me whip my gaze back to her.“Please…” she whispers and whimpers, my jaw dropping lower when she places her hands on the ground and starts to crawl to me, like an animal.I gasp as my eyes scour every inch of her body, her dress torn apart forcefully exposing half of her. My eyes stopped at her ribs, before flicking to her back, which I haven’t noticed displayed a bunch of deep scars from what looked like thorned whips and countless bruises. I don’t understand. She looked perfectly well and healthy before. But, the intensity of her wounds, her scars tell me she’d suffered a pain I can’t even imagine. Some of her wounds were fresh, which meant they had only been inflicted upon her this morning. Then I looked back at her face and watched tears roll down her cheeks, her eyes blinking. Her hand reaches for my shirt, tugging it, and I drop on the ground beside her. “Ayesha…” my voice barely
Dahlia’s POV: “Doctor?” I stare at her while she continues tending on Ayesha. She mumbles something incoherent under her breath, I had to lean in to be able to hear her clearer. “Water…” I finally make out her words, and I quickly stand up when Scar stops me, handing over a glass of water to me. I nod and take it, putting the glass to her lips, and she sips a little before managing to drink it all. Hours passed before Ayesha slowly came to her senses, blinking her eyes she jolted awake, snatching the railing across the makeshift bed. Her brows crease as her eyes squint, when she turns her head and locks gazes with me. “You…” she trails off. Her brows knit. “What…How… What am I doing here?” She mumbles, looking down at her fairly healed wounds. “My wounds…” She stared at her brand-new body as if she’d just stepped out of a dream. I hear the door creak, making me whip my head and see Scar coming in from the door. “You passed out,” was the first thing she said. Ayesha look
WARNING: The following chapters may be triggering to some readers, everything that happens from this point may be perceived dark and even disturbing. If you wish to continue, do so at your own discretion. Dahlia’s POV:He tilts his head, reading my face.“If you won’t punish her, then I’ll just have to show you how it’s done,” Then with a speed so shocking, he appears in front of Ayesha behind me, his hand grabbing her neck and squeezing it.Ayesha is lifted off the ground, and I find myself dashing towards them, clawing at his arm.“Stop this,” I hiss. The way he handles his maids are beginning to look atrocious. Who treats maids this way? Especially since knowing he’d become somewhat of a god to them after saving them from the authorities. They’re all rogues, but that is no reason for him to be treating them like this. Looking at Ayesha, I see the crystal clear fear flashing across her eyes as he looks wide-eyed at Tatum. That is not normal for someone who’s become his mistress,
Hades’ POV“You have some fucking nerve, don’t you!” He snarls menacingly as he stomps over to me. I throw my hands in the air, a sign of my submission towards him while I step back slowly.His eyes bleed black as he glares daggers at me.“Get the fuck out of my sight before I have you killed! After that, I’ll have your pack killed as well,”My jaw clenches. No alpha should let anyone threaten his pack before him and let him get away with it, but this situation falls different. My pack literally lives off of his supplies and provision. Our father, before handing the title over to me and Valerian, filed for the pack’s bankruptcy, only we managed to save it thanks to the Alpha King’s tremendous help. Until I can pay him back and get the pack running on its own funds and thriving businesses, I am forever indebted to him.“Please, hear me out. It’s about Dahlia,” He growls ferociously, looking like he was about ready to lunge at me when Cathy jumps out of nowhere. Her small bump is on di
Hades’ POV:“Any news?” Lola asks, looking at me. Her brows were creased with worry. Atlas was right behind her, and I see him lift both his hands in an attempt to caress Lola’s arms, but stopped in mid-air before taking a step back. I can feel my wolf roll his eyes, now that we know he actually has a thing for Lola, and for god knows how long, it is starting to feel really uncomfortable with Valerian glaring daggers at him, and his mate. Yet he doesn’t say anything or do shit about it either because with all our dirty laundry piled out in the fucking open, no one has got the say on anything. I shake my head, trying to get it together before I fucking explode from the lava of anger deep inside me. On second thought, I may just have to shift and hunt her down myself. It’s been nearly three weeks and we got no fucking lead!I have been driving back and forth to the mansion, but each time I turn the car around and drive away. How the fuck am I supposed to face him when my pack’s safe
Chapter 99Dahlia’s POV:‘This is good, right? The Alpha King is coming,’ My wolf says to me, making my brows pinch.‘Maybe he can help us?’ she whispers. I shake my head at her, looking into my reflection in the mirror. I have just finished my make-up, and now I am ready to put on the dress.‘You heard him, Diana, we’re not getting out of here.’ I tell her, feeling her whimper at the loss of hope in my words. I wasn’t going to give her false hope or some play-pretend fantasy that we could even step out of this room without him watching us. We know what he is capable of, he has shown us, and with him repairing the bond, I doubt there was escaping him now.‘We’ve already gotten Ayesha and Felicia killed. They’re dead because of us. I don’t want us making it any worse.’ I say as I move to the edge of the bed, my legs cramping for a second and I wince. My body freezes as pain shoots up from my leg. I grit my teeth, not wanting to make a sound knowing Tatum might barge through those do
Dahlia’s POV:“What are you waiting for?”I step back, staring at him as he leans against the wall by the door.He waits, raising a brow at me before glancing down at his watch.“Clock is ticking, Dahlia. You have ten minutes,” he snaps at me.I quickly jump to my feet and hop under the shower, not wondering anymore about his kinks and why he loves watching me use the bathroom. He has seen every inch of my body by force, what more does he want? Turning the hot shower on, I go to pull the curtains but Tatum’s growl stop me.“Leave it on,” he snaps, my hand freezes in the air before I retreat back under the hot shower. Trying to ignore his presence, I grab the soap and lather my body with it. I shower as quickly as I could seeing as I only got ten minutes, and this is the first shower he allowed me in days. Lifting my head, I revel in the feeling of the water dripping down my face and silently pray he lets me shower again. I stink, that much I figured after seeing the color the water t
Dahlia’s POV:Tears prick the back of my eyes, and when I start blinking, I gasp as Tatum growls and snatches my throat, shoving me back against the giant bed he has imprisoned me in. Pain instantly rushes to the back of my head from the impact, and I winced.“I knew it,” he spits at me, while I stare back wide-eyed.“Tatum—” I choke.“You still like him, huh?” he snarls, and slowly I could feel him tightening his grasp, almost as if he was planning on squeezing the life out of me.Yet I wanted to scoff at the remark. Like is more of a weak word. Love, I love Hades, more than anything. Him and Valerian before he chose another path. And all that’s left was Hades. Despite his tricks and playfulness, I knew he would always fight for me.I choke, and close my eyes. Slowly, I could feel my breath leaving me little by little, feel his anger rushing out of him and rolling over me in waves when two knocks comes to the door.Then he grows and shoves me back again. I hear a thud and a crack onc
Dahlia’s POV:One week later.Hours passed, yet I wasn’t sure what time it is, though I could see it’s already late into the evening. It is dark outside, and pouring with rain. I am sitting upright, naked on the bed Tatum and I used to share, until now. This bed means nothing to me any more than a fucking prison bed, as he had me cuffed to one posts. My arms are outstretched, and I bet my hands are already turning purple from how tightly he had it cuffed. Tatum has never let me out of his sight after we attempted the escape, not once had he let me out of the room to speak to the women, which worried me since I heard nothing, not a sign that would tell me they were outside my door or anything. Although I settled it was a good thing, since it means he hasn’t hurt them. It was the only thing that kept my sanity intact inside the confines of these four ugly walls, which seemed to be caving in around me each passing day.The only time he has let me out of these painful handcuffs was when
Dahlia’s POVEverything stills, and we all turn to Thalia who shakily stood up from kneeling.“Please, punish me instead,”I look at Tatum horrified, who tilted his head as he raised an eyebrow at her.“Oh? Playing the good mother now are we?” he chuckles, before turning to Ayesha and dragging his hard nail further along her neck. Ayesha now lets out a scream which makes Scar let out a roar before plunging forward, but was stopped by all the women surrounding her. Her eyes flickered to her wolf’s, and I know it is not her in control now but her wolf, her need to protect her mate dominating her own.Tatum glares at Scar, shaking his head, and I growl, slowly taking a step toward him.“You never learn, do you Scar?” he chuckles, while Scar all but growls, bloodlust raging through her eyes before she was ripped back by the women forcing her down.Ayesha whimpers for her, and lets out a gasp when Tatum pulls her a little closer back against him. I growl.“And Thalia, allow me to think abo
Dahlia’s POV:Just when I thought he would never let me go, he releases me making me drop to the ground with a loud thud. My hands immediately go to my neck, tracing his fingerprints I am sure are now embedded into my skin with how tight he had me in his grip. And for the first time, I suck in air so deep than I ever needed to in my life, as I chased my breath.I hear Diana growl in my head, outraged our mate would hurt us, but he was mate to us no more. I felt the bond sever, meaning I would no longer have a connection whatsoever with him anymore. Tatum cemented my decision when he brought his knee up and kicked me, throwing me back a couple meters away while I was still catching my breath. Clearly, the man doesn’t play fair.I try to get up, but Tatum’s foot suddenly smashes into the back of my head as he stomps on my head like people normally do with the butt of their cigarettes. Diana snarls and all but spits curses at him.“Fucking b*tch, think you could reject me and get away
Dahlia’s POV:“Think you can run away from me,” he growls, and the women all took a step back yet when they touch the border, their bodies freeze yet again. Tatum laughs.I turn my gaze to him when he snatches the amulet so easily off his neck and threw it to the ground. We all watched as he stomped over it, twice, thrice, and retreats to reveal he had now broken the amulet in tiny little pieces.He growls at the last stomp, and huffs, running a rugged hand through his hair before shooting me a pointed look.“Fucking bitch, you dare run away from me,” he snaps, and my wolf winces when he curses us the way he did.I choose to ignore him and instead quickly glance at the women shaking from head to toe.“Come on, you can still make it,” I tell them, but not one of them moves even an inch from their spot. I am the only one standing past the border, which means I can shift anytime and run, only without the women I came all the way here to save. “Dahlia, you don’t understand,” Felicia whim