Just like Kamrynn, I overthink everything.😅
Kamrynn "I’m not sure which hurts more—his hands or his words. Every time he touches me, it’s another reminder of how far I’ve fallen… and how much he despises me."The bedroom is cold, dark, and suffocating. Calvin’s room. No. The Alpha's bedroom. His territory. I’m on my back, staring at the ceiling, willing my mind to drift somewhere else—anywhere but here—while Calvin rams into me, his movements harsh and punishing. He doesn’t care about my pain. He never has. He’s lost in his hatred, every thrust a reminder that to him, I am nothing but a tool for his vengeance.His breath is hot on my neck, ragged and full of anger. My body lies limp beneath him, taking it, just like I always do. His hand tightens around my throat, and I know what’s coming before he even says it.“Look at me, you filthy slut.” His voice is ice cold, full of disgust. “Don’t you dare try to escape in your head. You’re not going anywhere.”He slaps me hard across the face. The sharp sting pulls me back to reality,
Kamrynn When I wake, the world is a blur of pain and darkness. My body feels as if it’s been shattered into a thousand pieces. But this pain is different. It isn’t just from the bruises or the beating. It’s deeper. Something sharp and unnatural twists inside me, tightening its grip on my stomach. I can feel something wet between my legs, sticky and warm.Blood.I gasp, panic flooding my chest. My arms are chained to the bed, and I’m too weak to even pull against the restraints. The metal bites into my skin as I shift, trying to move, trying to understand what’s happening. My stomach churns violently, and the pain intensifies, making me want to scream.Please, not again. Not another one.I close my eyes, willing the terror to go away. I know what this is. I know what it feels like when a child is lost, when your body rejects the life inside it. In the nine months that I’ve been Calvin’s slave, I’ve lost three children. Three tiny lives that I couldn’t protect, and each time, I’ve kept
Kamrynn The words hit me like a hammer to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I stare up at her, my heart pounding, the weight of her warning settling over me like a suffocating blanket. Never. Another. Child.I blink, trying to process what she’s just told me. My throat tightens, and a tear slips down my cheek. I’ve already lost three. I’ve already failed so many times.Lysaa squeezes my hand, her voice trembling. “Is there anything we can do?” she asks. “Anything at all?”Dr. Thorne sighs, her face softening slightly. “She needs rest. Complete rest. No more starving, no more beatings. No more... rough treatment. Her body is fragile right now. If the Alpha continues, it will be inevitable.”I close my eyes, fighting back the sob that threatens to escape. Rest? How can I rest when Calvin sees me as nothing more than an object for his rage? He’ll never let me rest. He’ll never let me protect this child.Dr. Thorne moves to the door, pushing it open slowly. Her brows furrow as
CalvinThere are no words to describe how much I hate her.Every time I look at her, it boils inside me, this burning rage that never dies. I thought I knew her once. I thought she was a good friend, someone I could trust. We grew up together—me, Sherelle, and her. We were inseparable, or so I thought. But all along, she was nothing but a manipulative, disgusting bitch who wanted to destroy my happiness.I can’t stand the sight of her. I hate everything about her. The way she looks at me with those wide, innocent blue eyes, like she’s done nothing wrong. Like she hasn’t ripped my life apart. The way she whimpers and shakes when I touch her, pretending she’s the victim when she’s the one who killed Sherelle. My Sherelle. My mate. My love.I don’t just hate her—I despise her. And I take pleasure in seeing her suffer. Every bruise, every scream, every tear—it’s justice. It’s what she deserves. I enjoy making her life a living hell, watching the light drain from her eyes as she realizes n
Kamrynn The anxiety twists deep in my stomach, an uncomfortable knot of dread that I can’t shake. My head throbs, the ache relentless. It’s almost time for Calvin to return, and the thought alone makes my entire body tense up. I’m so weak that even the weight of my bones feels unbearable. I’ve barely eaten in days—he only let me have food two days ago, leftovers I was forced to eat off the floor like some wild animal. My stomach growls, hollow and painful, but there’s nothing I can do. I run my tongue over my dry, cracked lips and look down at myself. Tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them. I’m nothing but skin and bones now, my body covered in bruises, scars, and sores. My ribs stick out sharply from beneath the rags I’ve been forced to wear. Every part of me hurts—my arms, my legs, my back. The chains bite into my wrists and ankles, and my hands and feet have gone numb from being restrained for so long.How did it come to this?I used to be strong. I used to be full of li
Kamrynn “Where are you going with this skank?” he demands, his voice sharp.Lysaa doesn’t miss a beat. She straightens up, her expression fierce. “The Alpha’s orders,” she snaps back. “He wants her moved to the lower quarters. Now get out of our way.”He hesitates, clearly unsure. Lysaa glares at him, her expression full of authority I’ve never seen from her before.“Move,” she growls.The man steps aside, and Lysaa pulls me past him, not even giving him a second glance. I can barely breathe, my heart hammering in my chest, but we make it through the doors and into the night.The cold air hits my face, a sharp contrast to the stuffy room I’ve been chained in for so long. The darkness surrounds us, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel a sliver of hope.Lysaa helps me down the path, the blanket pulled tight around me to protect me from the chill. The Pack house is behind us now, but we’re not safe yet. I can still hear the shouts and the chaos, but it’s distant. No
Kamrynn's POVMy heart races in my chest as the reality of my situation sinks in. I’m about to be sold at an auction like some piece of livestock. My skin prickles with humiliation, but the fear is stronger. I can’t let them take me. I can’t let this be my end—not after everything I’ve endured to get this far. I tug at the ropes binding my wrists, my movements desperate and futile. The rough fibers dig into my skin, biting harder with every struggle, but the knots hold tight.Think, Kamrynn. You need a plan. You have to get out of here.But my mind feels like it’s covered in a thick fog. I can’t think clearly, can’t focus. The noise of the auction, the lewd murmurs from the men, the cries from the other girls—it all swirls around me like a storm. I clench my jaw, fighting back the panic threatening to swallow me whole. I don’t have my wolf to help me, but I’m not giving up. I’ve come too far to let it end like this.I glance around, scanning the crowd and the platform for anything—any
Kamrynn's POVThe word hits me like a blow to the chest, stealing the breath from my lungs. A rogue. They think I’m a rogue. It shouldn’t surprise me, not after I cut all ties with the Obsidian Pack, but hearing it said aloud feels like a final blow. Rogues are infamous for a reason—lone wolves cast out from their Packs, known to wreak havoc and bring chaos wherever they go. They’re dangerous, unpredictable… and they’re usually killed on sight.The first warrior frowns, his gaze hardening. “Is that true?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion. “Are you a rogue?”I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. I can feel the sting of the word—rogue—like it’s branding itself onto my skin, marking me with a fate I never wanted. Panic surges through me as the other warriors exchange a look, their postures growing tense and threatening.“She has no identification,” the second warrior snaps, his hand drifting toward the knife at his belt. “We should deal with her here and now. Can’t ha
Kamrynn's POV “Bait him?” Rmonica echoed, her brow furrowing. “How?”“We need to draw him out, force him to slip up. If he’s as calculated as we think, he won’t make a move unless he feels cornered. We need a public setting, something where he’ll feel pressured.”Rmonica considered this for a moment before nodding. “A gathering. A party,” she said. “A pre-wedding celebration for Kyven and Thalia. Draven will have no choice but to attend.”Relief flooded through me, and I managed a small smile. “You’d do that?”“For you? Always,” Rmonica said, returning the smile. “Leave the arrangements to me. You focus on resting and keeping yourself safe.”I swallowed the lump in my throat, overwhelmed by her unwavering support. “Thank you, Rmonica.”She placed a hand on my shoulder, her gaze steady. “Never stop believing in yourself, Kamrynn. And if you ever feel like the weight is too much, promise me you’ll come to me.”“I promise,” I said softly.Satisfied, Rmonica stood and gave me a reassurin
Kamrynn's POV That night, I stayed on edge, pacing my room as though the act alone could shake off the ominous sense of foreboding hanging over me. Every sound made me jump—the soft creak of the wooden floor beneath my feet, even the ticking of the clock felt too loud. Sleep seemed impossible.But exhaustion eventually won. I sank into bed, my body heavy with fatigue. My eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, I felt the beginnings of peace. Then the nightmare came.It started the same way the others always did—with nothingness. The darkness was suffocating, the kind of abyss that pulled you deeper and deeper, until the pressure in your chest made you think your lungs would burst. I floated in it, weightless, lost, and completely at its mercy.But then, just as I thought I might sink forever, the darkness shifted. Images began to form, sharp and vivid. I was standing in the middle of a field cloaked in darkness. The grass was tall and brittle, crunching beneath my bare feet.Blood spl
Kamrynn's POV I lay sprawled on my bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts churned like a raging storm. The encounter with Kyven and Thalia had left me raw, both physically and emotionally. My cheek ached, my split lip throbbed, and my pride—well, that was shattered beyond repair. My body begged for rest, but my mind wouldn’t relent.The soft click of the door opening pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. I turned my head just as Rmonica stepped inside, her ever-watchful eyes scanning the room.“There you are,” she said, her voice light but tinged with concern. “I’ve been looking for you. How are you feeling? You looked like you needed some air earlier.”I forced a weak smile, pushing myself up to sit. “I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.”Her brow furrowed slightly, and she stepped closer, her gaze locking onto my face. She froze mid-step, her eyes widening as she took in the bruise on my cheek and the dried blood on my split lip.“Kamrynn,” she said sharply, closing the distance
Kamrynn's POV “Let go of me! Kamrynn, stop! You’re hurting me!” She cried, clawing at my hand.“Then talk!” I growled, pulling harder. “What is your father planning?”“I don’t know anything! Please, Kamrynn, let me go!” Her voice cracked with desperation, but I wasn’t convinced. “You’re lying!” I hissed, yanking her head back. “Confess!”“I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she sobbed, her tears flowing freely now.The sound of a door slamming open made us both jump. I released her, turning just in time to see Kyven storming out of Thalia’s bathroom. His hair was damp, and a towel was slung low around his waist.“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, his eyes blazing as he took in the scene.I froze, my brain struggling to process the implications of his presence. Then my eyes darted to the corner of the bed, where his shirt lay in a crumpled heap. Realization hit me like a punch to the gut.They just had sex. It's why Thalia was so fidgety when I came into the
Kamrynn's POV The door to my room creaked open, and Tiona walked in carrying a tray of food, the smell wafting in before her. Amara followed close behind, her worried eyes scanning me as if expecting to find me on the brink of collapse.“Kamrynn,” Tiona said, her voice soft but strained. “How are you feeling? You gave us all such a scare.”I sat up slowly, managing a small smile. “I’m fine, really. There’s no need to worry.”“No need to worry?” Amara repeated, dropping onto the edge of my bed with a huff. “You were out cold for two days, Kamrynn. Two days! We thought…” She trailed off, shaking her head as if banishing the thought.Tiona set the tray on the bedside table and crossed her arms, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Luna Rmonica called everything off after we found you. The final day and night of the festival didn’t happen. She didn’t want anyone celebrating while you were like that.”My eyes widened. “She stopped the festival?”“Completely,” Tiona confirmed. “The Pack und
Kamrynn's POV I floated in a vast expanse of black water, the abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. There was no light, no sound, no sense of up or down. The oppressive silence pressed against me, thick and suffocating, as if the darkness itself was alive. I struggled to move, but the water clung to me, pulling me deeper into the void.“Help,” I tried to cry out, but no sound left my lips. My lungs burned as the dark liquid filled them, choking me. The pressure in my chest grew unbearable, and my limbs felt like lead.Panic clawed at me as the abyss tightened its grip, the currents dragging me down with merciless force. My vision blurred, my mind screamed, and just as I was about to surrender to the darkness, I jolted awake.I gasped, clutching my chest as I shot upright in bed. My breath came in ragged gulps, my heart pounding like a drum in my ears. The nightmare clung to me, its cold, clammy fingers refusing to let go.“Kamrynn!” Rmonica’s voice broke through the fog of fe
Kamrynn's POV The hallway was still and quiet, but the pounding of my heart felt deafening as I leaned against Alpha Draven’s door, straining to hear his conversation inside. My super hearing amplified every word, and what I caught made my stomach churn.“Don’t worry,” Alpha Draven’s voice was low but filled with malice. “It’ll happen soon. Just six days from now, a lot of things will change. The mating ceremony will be the mark of a new beginning for us and Orion’s family. They’ll never see it coming.”The venom in his tone froze me in place. This wasn’t just a boast or a vague threat. He was planning something terrible, and the certainty in his words sent a chill down my spine. My breath hitched, and my hands trembled as I tried to process what I’d just heard.What does he mean by "new beginning"? What does he plan to do to Orion and Rmonica?The room fell silent after his last words, but my instincts screamed at me to move. I had to get out of there. Before I could act, the door f
Kamrynn's POV“It didn’t stop there,” Tiona said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The Black Stalker didn’t just take their souls—it used them to spread its poison. The affected villagers would stand in the doorways of their homes at night, calling to others with those dead, hollow voices. And those who answered... well, they joined the ranks of the soulless by morning.”Her words hung in the air, heavy with dread.“It spread like wildfire,” Tiona said, her voice trembling for effect. “By the time the remaining villagers realized what was happening, it was too late. The Stalker had seeped into the very foundation of their lives. And then, one night, it disappeared.”“Disappeared?” another voice asked, trembling. “Just like that?”Tiona nodded slowly, her eyes glinting in the fireligh
Kamrynn's POVThe palace came alive one person at a time, their voices gradually filling the halls with laughter and chatter. Everyone had woken up and slipped back into their routines, but I couldn’t seem to keep up. My thoughts were weighed down by the nightmare and the dread it had left in its wake.Hours melted away like snow on a summer morning, and before I knew it, the sun was sinking below the horizon. Tonight’s agenda was packed—storytelling, singing, a drama performance, a talent show, and even a friendly competition between the Alphas to demonstrate their skills to everyone. The grand finale? A couple’s dance.I cringed at the thought of the last event. If it were up to me, I’d have spent the night in my room, warm under a blanket, away from prying eyes and uncomfortable encounters. But I knew Rmonica wouldn’t let me off the hook.“Company wi