~Alex~ As I gazed at the moon high in the sky, the beast lurking within me begged to be free. But I refused it, guilt a strong deterrent. I'd told Elysia early on about my BDSM lifestyle, thinking that was the extent of the secrets she could handle. But there was so much more I hadn't told her. Being a Lycan was a curse and a gift, a part of me I'd buried long ago. It was a secret that could get us both killed if Hartwell learned of it. The full moon was approaching, and with it, the inevitable transformation that I feared... ~~ Elysia Crinshaw, a cunning and resourceful young woman, is caught in a daring heist at the opulent Landry estate. To avoid incarceration, she strikes a deal with the enigmatic billionaire Alex Landry: in exchange for her freedom, she must become an integral part of his underground BDSM club, "The Golden Chains Palace." Initially uncertain of the lifestyle, Elysia soon finds herself drawn into the seductive world of power play, and the darkest desires of the elite. As she navigates the club's intricate social dynamics and learns the art of submission, she discovers that Alex is not just a dominant, but a man with secrets and a vendetta against the city's corrupt officials. As Elysia's knowledge grows, so does her attraction to Alex, leading her down a path of self-discovery, passion, and betrayal.
View MoreChapter 51My words hung in the air as Lila stared at me, her eyes wide. "Voodoo?" she whispered.I nodded. "He said it isn't like what you see in the movies. He assured me she's the real deal. And if anyone can help me, it'll be her."The thought of delving into such a mystical world was terrifying, but where I was heading was more so. I had to break free of this—connection—with Alex. I had to take back control of my own destiny.Slowly, Lila nodded. "Okay," she said hesitantly. "If we're gonna do this thing, then let's do it!""Are you sure?" I asked. "You don't have to come with me, Lila. Remy said he would.""I'm sure," she replied, but I knew she wasn't. Not really.~~Minutes later, we left the apartment, the connection between me and Alex tugged at me with every step. The city streets were still busy, people milling about, talking, laughing. I wanted to feel the same emotions, to feel something other than this awful caged in sensation. The smell of spice floated in the air, bu
I found myself agitated as my work day unfolded. The bond was still there, a constant, irritating reminder that my life was anything but normal. I felt it tugging at me, a persistent pull that was growing stronger by the minute.I knew I had to figure out what to do next. I couldn't stay away from Alex forever. The bond would drive me crazy if I did. And yet, the thought of going back to him, of being near him, filled me with dread and anticipation in equal measure.After work I headed back to my apartment. I had to decide if I was going to fight this bond or if I was going to give in. And if I was going to fight, I needed a plan.As I stepped into my small living room, the floorboards creaked under my weight as I paced, my mind racing with the implications of what I had learned. I had to find a way to break this bond, or at least to understand it better. I couldn't let it control me, couldn't let Alex dictate my life."What do you think, Mac?" I murmured, glancing over at the cage in
The next morning, I heard a squeaking coming from under my bed, and bending at the waist, I peered beneath it at Mac (my pet mouse)."Hey, little guy," I whispered, smiling as he scurried around. Pausing, Mac peered at me, his little nose and whiskers twitching.For a brief moment, his tiny eyes met mine, his presence comforting. It was a reminder of the life I had known before coming to New Orleans, the life I missed. The life where I wasn't the center of a love triangle and a rival werewolf playing a deadly game.My smile faded as my situation crashed back down on me. I had no idea how to break this bond between Alex and or if it was even possible. But as long as it existed, Hartwell was a threat. If circumstances were different. If there was not another woman involved, no Hartwell, and if Alex and I could have a real, human to human relationship, things might have turned out different between us. But as it stood, that could never be.With a small shake of my head, I threw back my c
**~MARLOWE~**As I stalked towards the gates, I pounded the ground with my feet. Each step was painful, but I somehow found it soothing. The rage inside me was pure and true, and the rocks bruising the bottom of my feet were a distraction I needed. Otherwise the coiled rage within me would have blown the top of my head off. "Bastard!" I growled to myself. How dare he. How dare he think I would just bow over and let him stick his wants up my ass and say thank you afterward.With a glance over my shoulder, I peered down the drive behind me, suddenly finding myself irrationally pissed off that he hadn't followed me. My thoughts grew erratic and found my resolve not to give into him weakening. I reminded myself of the way he looked at me, the way he talked to me. He was acting like I was some sort of prize to be won, a trophy to be claimed.As I shored up my big-girl panties, and continued marching forward, the gravel of the driveway turned to asphalt. With one foot following the other, I
I led her to the back of the club, to a private room that was my domain. The walls were lined with various toys and instruments of pleasure and pain. I knew each one intimately, knew how to use them to coax out the sweetest of sounds from those who served me.In the center of the room was a large, four-poster bed, draped in velvet. It was the stage for our dance, the place where I would show her what it truly meant to submit."Strip," I said, my voice firm. She complied, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes. Her body was a canvas, waiting for me to paint my desires upon it.Once she was bare, I approached her, running my hands over her soft, trembling flesh. She was beautiful, a work of art waiting to be sculpted by a master's hand."On the bed," I instructed, pointing to the center.Sherry obeyed, her legs spreading automatically as she lay back, exposing herself to me.I climbed onto the bed, straddling her, my hands pinning her wrists to the mattress above her head. "You're
Alex's grip on me tightened, his body vibrating with anger. "Then go," he shouted, his voice echoing through the cavernous hallway. "If you want to leave so badly, then leave."The challenge in his voice was like a slap in the face, jolting me out of my despair. "Fine," I spat, yanking myself out of his arms. "I will."I turned and ran, my bare feet pounding down the hallway, the chilly air of the mansion stinging my skin. The door to the outside world was just a few steps away, but the bond felt like a bungee cord, snapping me back to him. I could hear his footsteps behind me, the sound of his heavy boots like thunder in my ears.As I reached the door, I threw it open and stumbled into the night, the cool air slapping me in the face like a cold, hard reality. The moon bathed the grounds in a silvery glow, illuminating the path that led to freedom.Alex caught up to me, his hand grabbing my arm, spinning me around to face him. "You can't escape this," he growled, his eyes burning with
The day passed in a blur of fear and anger. I tried to ignore the ache in my chest, the inexplicable pull towards him that grew stronger with each passing hour. The room felt like it was closing in on me, the walls suffocating.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm orange glow, the door opened again. Alex walked in, his eyes glowing faintly in the dusk. He looked at me with a mix of hunger and frustration, and something else I couldn't quite place. "You can't keep running from this," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.I stood, my fists clenched at my sides. "I'm not running," I said, my voice stronger than I felt. "I'm fighting for my life."He took a step closer, his gaze intense. "Our life," he corrected, his voice a caress that sent heat pooling in my belly despite my anger.The air crackled with tension, and I could feel the bond pulsing between us. It was like a living entity, demanding to be acknowledged, demanding I give
I threw myself off the bed, pacing the room. The need to be with him was overwhelming, a physical ache that I couldn't ignore. But I had to find a way out of this, to break free from the fate that had been forced upon me.As I moved to the window, the full moon cast a silvery glow over the grounds, illuminating the path that led to the mansion's gates. The bars of the window were thick and solid, but I had to try. I had to escape.With trembling hands, I searched the room for anything that could help me. But the space was bare. The bond was like a cage, a prison that I hadn't signed up for.The sound of the lock turning had me spinning around, my heart racing. Alex entered the room, his eyes glowing with the light of the moon. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice a low growl."Why are you doing this?" I demanded, trying to keep the tremor from my voice.He stalked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because you're mine," he said, his voice a mix of anger and desperati
Alex's words echoing around us, I glared at him. "You can't do this," I protested, trying to pull away from him. But his strength was unyielding."Watch me," he growled, as picking me up in his arms, he carried me through the mansion's grand halls, each step echoing through the cavernous space. The chandeliers cast flickering shadows on the walls, and I felt like a ragdoll in the grip of a furious giant.The room he brought me to was unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the opulence of the rest of the mansion. It was sparse, with only a single bed and a small table with two chairs. "This is where you'll stay," he said, his voice a mix of anger and determination. "Until you come to your senses."Panic rose within me, my heart hammering in my chest. "You can't keep me here," I protested, trying to pull away.Alex's eyes were like twin pools of molten lava, his jaw clenched. "You're my mate, Elysia," he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I will do whatever it takes to protect you, even from y
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