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Caelen F FaeIt is going to seem strange, but I loved writing this chapter! It is always interesting to be in the mind of someone who is so delusional and depraved they can not understand nor do they care how their behavior impacts others. What do you think of Rebecca?
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Kaiya***Trigger warning-many chapters contain fragments of sexual violence, but this chapter contains a fairly graphic depiction of rape, if this triggers you, you may want to skip reading this chapter. Your mental health means a lot to me, only read this chapter under caution.*** Of course, he shows up more. One of the days, I hoped for just one or two visits from Ace and he is here early in the afternoon. Usually he comes at around am and again around seven or eight at night. I look at him as he lowers the hook, oh! He wants to make me his pinata again. He enjoys this little game of his. He strives to see how long before I cry out and how long before I let the pain claim my thoughts and consume me. Ace steps into my cell and hooks my wrist shackles to the hook, before taking a step back out to raise it up enough so I barely grace the floor with my feet. This is one of his favorites. He hasn’t realized, yet that the more he does this the more used to it I get and the more contro
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Ace I didn’t mean to mark Kaiya, but something came over me right before my headache struck me. I pulled out of her and admired her delicious form before leaving her cell and coming back here to wash myself off. I had intended to tighten the belt around her throat if she tried to fight me off, but her body never did, only her words even sounded like an objection, but I know she enjoyed it. I shouldn't be so surprised she was still a virgin, but with her looks and perfect body, I am surprised others haven’t tried making her theirs. However she always was a good girl…what am I thinking? I need my medications! This headache is driving me to weird thoughts. I’m toweling myself off and searching for my medicine when Dylan mindlinks me. ‘Brother, meet me in your office! Now!’ ‘Let me get dressed! I just showered,’ I reply, suspicious of his timing. He couldn’t know about what I’ve done already, could he? I quickly dry off and get dressed, opting for a styling product to tame my hair
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Dylan I stare at Ace before answering my phone and walking out of his office as flustered as I have been in a while. How come he never told me about mom’s journals before? “Yeah, Dad. What is it?” I ask. “Can you come over? You wanted to talk and I don’t know how much I feel like revealing, but I can tell you a few things you might want to know,” my father sighs into the phone. “I’ll be right there,” I reply as I unlock my office and place the journals into my desk drawer along with their keys. ‘I really hope whatever he has to tell me is helpful,’ I say to Tam, who has stepped forward in my mind space but remains quiet.I pull up in front of my father’s townhouse before long and rush up the front steps to his door. I knock twice and open the door, as is our usual ritual. “I’m in my office,” my father calls out and I head into the room I already suspected he would be in.His back is to me and he is looking out the window, but he speaks to me as I enter and take a seat.“There ar
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