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 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:“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
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
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
O N E . Dahlia. “Is this what you want?” I hear him growl before a large hand came down my ass cheek, causing me to gasp. My eyes went wide. He spanked me. He literally just spanked me. A low chuckle sounded in front of me. I look up and mutter a curse under my breath. He smirked. “You naughty little virgin,” he said, coming forward to capture my nipples in his mouth. He began to suck. “You’re fucking wet…” The man behind me growled into my ear while playing with my pussy. I sigh the moment he slipped a finger inside my soaking wet cunt, while the other sucked and licked my nipples. “We will punish you for what you did, Dahlia.” Suddenly, the strokes went faster and deeper, and I let out a whimper. His words played in my head. What did I do? I have no idea. But what I do know is that I want to be punished by them. “Yes, please.” I nod, wiggling my ass up against his hardness. He huffs and leans back, perhaps to unbuckle his belt. A shiver of exciteme
T W O . Dahlia. “Oh, leave her be. She must have been up all night using her phone.” I hear Mom sigh. Gee, thanks for the save Mom. And what does that have to do with my face being red? I swear, elders nowadays think cell phones are the culprit for everything. The question is, do I have a better excuse? Unfortunately, no. No, I don’t. “Yup, that’s it.” I nod and stretch my arms out with a yawn, to make it more believable. I closed my eyes, thankful I got to block out the two from my view. When I opened them, I didn’t expect what happened next. They all gave me weird looks. My brows furrowed, confused as to what they were looking at. My eyes moved to where Hades and Valerian stood, and their faces were the same. Their mouths slightly parted, and their gazes fell on… My jaw dropped and a gasp tore through me in an instant. “What the f—” “Dahlia!” Mom’s sharp voice cut me off before I could finish. I roll my eyes. I swear to the goddess, the woman could hear
T H R E E . Dahlia. “You two, knock it off. She’s off-limits.” Atlas growls. My brows twitch at his words. I try to push down the anger building inside me. He’s my brother AND the future alpha. Mom told me not to get on his bad side, but what the hell? Deep inside, I felt disappointed. They were all I had fantasized about in high school. Why does Atlas have to ruin it all for me? And since when did he get to decide who I could and couldn’t date? I seal my lips shut anyway for the entire drive. In the end, I regretted not bringing my jacket. I wasn’t feeling it anymore. Atlas tried getting me into their little conversation but I just plastered on a fake smile and laughed if necessary. He had me sit on the passenger seat while the guys jumped on the back. Then I realized… Isn’t this their car? Why the hell is Atlas driving it and not one of them? Unless… No. My brother couldn’t be that petty to ask them if he could drive just so… Damn it. He did, didn’t he?
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
Dahlia’s POV:“This way!” Scar points us to the direction of a tunnel, which I didn’t know was hidden under one area in the house that will lead us to the borders. We can’t use any transportation. Tatum already had that taken care of to ensure the women can’t escape, nor can the women shift into their wolves because they were bound by him. But Thalia was certain once they make it past the border, they’ll be able to shift and break free from Tatum’s wicked spell. That was right, he was too cruel to bound these women’s wolves, locking them away from their human counterpart. It is that which make us werewolves, that which we hold onto our identity and that makes us who we are. With their wolves gone, they will always live feeling something missing, like a hole shot straight into their hearts. I can’t even imagine how to live like that, without my wolf. Diana whimpers at the thought, she hates to be locked away just as much as I don’t want her to, which only strengthens her and my resolve