What's this? Does Dylan have a soft side? What do you think of him now that we are seeing a little peek behind the stony facade?
Ace I carry Kaiya back upstairs to her dungeon and change her clothes myself. I’ll need her body healthy, even if her mind is not. She has an amazing figure, but that doesn’t make up for what she did to Rebecca. I might need to play with her more, though. Kaiya was always pretty and so fragile looking, yet she held up to our training sessions well. She never complained, at least not outwardly and often held a smile for me. I remember watching her through the windows one day as she cleaned the sitting room and admiring the shape of her slender form and how her curves were in all the right places. She was so pleasing to look at and so polite, so why are Rebecca’s accounts and memories so different. Rebecca told me of a time Kaiya sought her out in the school library telling her to stay away from us because she would find a way to make us her and wouldn’t have anyone get in her way, no matter what their rank. Maybe it’s because Kaiya wanted us to believe she was sweet and
Kaiya My eyes open to yet another day in the blasted attic and I am sure I can expect a visit or two from Ace, as usual. It grows tiresome, his taunting and constant edging between sexual play and angry outbursts of violence. He has yet to do more than caress and bite my flesh, but I fear he will not stop at that one of these days. Tears well in my eyes when I hear the creak of the floorboards beyond the door and the clicking of the locks being undone. Here comes another session with Ace! “Good morning, Little Mouse! I bring you scrambled eggs and toast. I have juice, but the coffee is for me. You don’t get coffee,” Ace hums in an almost sing-song tune. “If you are a good girl and eat up for me, I might reward you.” Ace adjusts the bed I am strapped to, so I am sitting, nearly upright as he usually does for feeding me. “I see you wet yourself during the night. Such a shame. That must be uncomfortable for you. I will need to give you a sponge bath, but for that, I need to give y
Rebecca I know Ace goes to his little pet every morning and feeds her. He needs her strength so she can bear his heir. I know he toys with her and his desires run almost as deep as his anger and hatred. That is why I encourage his trysts with the Omegas and even my best friend, Tiffany. I watch through the sheer curtains of the french doors dividing our living area from bedroom as Ace fucks Tiffany hard. I touch myself as I watch him toss her from her position on her hands and knees, quickly flipping her to her back and slamming into her with a vengeance. It turns me on not only watching their interaction, but knowing this little act of passion is causing that little red haired bitch unbearable pain! If I truly loved Ace, I would not stand for this, but he is a tool like any other. He is an ends to a means, like any man is. They are not worth the trouble of actually caring for them. But Ace does have a spectacular body and I know how to leverage mine to control him. Too bad, my wi
Dylan Meetings…lots of meetings! Our company is going down the toilets! Our CFO quit and now we need a new Chief Financing Officer. The previous one was embezzling for over four years. I fear we are sunk and if the business fails our pack finances fail. This is not how I wanted today to go! This afternoon, Ace is allowing me to spend some time with Kaiya in my suite before he moves her to a spot in the dungeons he had fixed up to accommodate her. He fears she will try to escape again, and wants to keep her safe, yet under his thumb. I leave one meeting to go to another. This one is with a newspaper contact who gives us discounts on running ads in the largest newspaper in our region. “Hi, Mr. Stevens!” I greet. “You know you can call me Joh, Dylan. I have known you since you were six years old,” My father’s old friend says. “I know, John. But I am here for business. We need to run another Ad for a Chief Financial Officer. Maybe we should add a new accountant, too. I am about
Kaiya What the fuck was that? I wonder to myself as I reel in the heat of what just passed between Dylan and I. I am uncertain what to think or feel. All reasoning has left me as the guards, Tanner, Ross and Jared all lead me to my new home in the dungeons, because I am a clever “Little Mouse”. Honestly, I think Ace lost the plot somewhere. He is not right in the head. Dylan, on the other hand…Dylan made my heart race and my body fill with a need I never imagined having. I need to feel his touch. I crave his hands all over my body, his kisses, his mouth. I want him to explore me and ravish me. I want to give into his most depraved desires. I have never felt this way before, not even when Ace touches me and my body responds to him, does this level of need strike me. ‘It is because Dylan was being kind and sensual,’ I think I hear the faintest, weakest voice mumble in my mind and then my headache takes over. “Is my headache caused by Lilly trying to re-awaken?” I mumble to myself t
Ace Yesterday evening’s interaction with Kaiya plays out in my mind as I sit between Rebecca and Dylan in the dining hall. Rebecca, feels ill and excuses herself, calling for her little Omega girl to help her to our suite, while I finish my meal next to the steel trap that is my brother. Dylan is as cold as a block of ice. How can Kaiya be turned on by that? Why don’t I make her as anxious to play as he does? I could see it in her eyes when I asked. She wants him in ways I want her to want me. I hate her and what she did to Rebecca, but I can not deny my desire to possess Kaiya and fill her with my seed. I am pondering this when one of the pack historian’s approaches. I listen carefully as he speaks to my brother. “Dylan, I found something important you need to hear. You and your brother both!” The Historian, Octavius I believe, says. “Yes, Octavius..then please tell us,” Dylan says with a hint of curiosity in his tone. “Hmmm…how do I put this lightly?” The historian muses. “Fra
Dylan I cannot just go up to the Lycan King’s Mate, his Luna, and ask her if she is this lost heir or if she has children. I mean, we know she has a son, everyone knows she has a son. He will be eighteen in the spring, but The Lycan King’s son is his heir, we would have to give our pack over to him. If we don’t fix things, we will have to anyway. I make my way to my father’s house and his home office. He moved to this townhouse after retiring. My father doesn’t run the pack or the business anymore, but he has been working on some side business venture idea he had. “Dad, I’m glad you are in,” I say as I walk into his home office and meet his cold stare. I never thought green was a cold color, but when my father’s green eyes meet mine, I get a chill. My father sits behind his enormous, showy, teak desk in his leather swivel chair with a casual but professional looking collared shirt and dark slacks. He never was good at unwinding, at least not after mom died. I vaguely remember a
Ace “What a crock of shit!” I snarl as I rage at no one, in my office. “We are the Alphas and everyone knows these ridiculous prophecies are things to entertain children and old ladies.” I pace and grumble. I feel a headache coming on, so I pop my headache medicine and pace once more around the room before plopping on to my tastefully modern black leather sofa. I prefer an uncluttered, clean, modern, professional look, unlike my brother who still has trophies from sports we played as kids and seems to prefer a more chaotic design style. Or can we call his style ‘design’? A tentative knock on my door makes me turn and respond, “Who is it?” “A-Alpha, sir? The-the hostages…ah..the rogues have been processed and made ready for questioning, sir,” A jittery young voice says. It must be that new guard, what was his name, Josiah? I open the door and look at the tawny skinned boy with the buzz cut and enormous brown eyes before reply, “ Lead the way, Josiah!” “It’s Jesus, sir!” The yo