Olive's POVNinety-nine percent of the time, I was half myself. Turning towards Orvyn, I hunched down beside him, paying deafness to the gushes of the Ulfrics, and the regretful cries from their stubborn Alpha.Serves him right.I palmed his chest, and immediately, I was transported to a different dimension. The sky was gloomy and bloody red. Everything was at a standstill, including the sea on which I stood. It's a wonder I stood afloat. "Orvyn, where are you?" I muttered, spinning about to catch a glimpse of Orvyn, or anything that looked like him.I saw him. Miles away, knees deep into the sea, The Mutes, conjoined as one, tormented him with their hand clasped around his jugular. He tried to fight his way out of their grip, but like before, he was no match for them."If he dies here, he dies in real life," a voice in my head noted aloud. "Hurry."Not again. Clenching my fist, the energy saturated me. I felt the presence of my predecessors, promising me aid, but for a limited time
Olive's POVI grunted awake on a soft bed with a splitting migraine. Using my powers against The Mutes drained me to the bottom, leaving a debilitating effect on my body. Damn! I can't feel my hands and feet. A hand looped through mine, which made me crack my lids open. The image of the person blurred at first sight, but I knew who the silhouette belonged to. Orvyn.I squeezed his hands, blinking rapidly. Several blinks more, and his profile came into focus. My lips curled into a weak smile. "You got up before me," I croaked. I dragged the words out of my voice box. "How long have I been out.""Just a day longer than mine." He got up from the chair beside the bed and took a spot on the bed beside me, brushing his knuckles on my cheek. I closed my eyes, daring myself to get used to him again. I held his hand and printed a kiss on it. "Thank the gods you're alive."He pinned a couple of strands behind my ear, caressing my small face with his large hand. "Your mother asked us to let y
Cassian's POV"Fetch me more wine,'' I commanded. The young servant waiting on me scurried out of the room, as I drove my cock into a whore's cunt. Her fat butt bounced sassily on my cock, taking my length without hassles. I licked my lips, brows drawn together.What a fucking view!Standing across the bed, Alphonso nailed a whore to her knees, fucking the shit out of her throat. I give it to him, he's a damn good fucker.Today was all I had left to stake my claim on my merchandise; using Trisha's words. Her description of Rhoda was downright derogatory, but soon, she'd assume a new role. The men I sent to Storstrand were yet to arrive. Something was not right. They should have returned with the gold three days before now. Two days max, they should have arrived from Storstrand.Waiting drove me to the brink of insanity. I had to indulge myself in what I knew how to do best. Fucking and drinking, and more of the former.While fucking the whore, I engaged Alphonso in a discussion to d
Cassian's POV"That fucking slug!" I yelled, "He's no friend of mine!" I smashed the table in half, and hauled one of the chairs into the wall. The room fell into a thumping silence, pulses racing. The whores hugged each other on the bed, dripping with fear."Out, ladies." Alphonso ordered them.They hastily picked their clothes scattered around the bed, clutching them to their chest, scurring out of the room. Alphonso and I were dressed in matter of moments. He passed me my sword, awaiting my command."Lead the way!" I growled.The soldier bundled out of door, as I followed behind, sheathing my sword. Alphonso toed in my steps, on guard. Heads would roll...definitely not from my end."Lord Logan." I gritted inwardly. The sleazy old geezer had his pervy eyes on my Rhoda. Memories of the wager flashed into my head. He was red in the face, spitting raw venom coated in a promised comeback. Who would have thought he'd strike so fucking soon. And that, precisely. He knew I didn't have su
Cassian's POVThe splash of cold water on my body forced me awake. I drew in quick and short quivering breaths, shaking my head. My body was suspended with chains fastened to the stone walls of a dark dungeon, butt naked. Whether it was day or night, I couldn't fucking tell- except for the biting cold freezing me to death.My eyes were swollen and inflamed, credited to Lord Logan's men. They tortured me relentlessly, tearing flesh from my body, breaking bones and dislocating joints. I lost a lot of blood and fucking fainted.In my unconscious state, I had a nightmare. Calling it a nightmare was making light of what I fucking saw. I saw Alpha Kazamir slash my father's throat and raped my mother in my presence. I tried to save them from him, pounding the back of my fists against an invisible and unbreakable wall.I couldn't penetrate the wall. His powerful aura glued my feet to the ground. Through teary eyes, I watched him exert his will over my House, sitting on my throne, and command
Kazamir's POVAlpha Cassian said nothing at first. A life-changing silence enveloped the dungeon. Then he burst out laughing. He bowed his head, laughing so hard that the chains rattled."What the fuck are you asking of me?" he said, regaining composure. I shrugged, raising my brows. "I just said you should forfeit your claim over Storstrand, and proclaim me as Alpha. That's not a hard thing to ask now, my friend. Is it?"He chuckled, "Is this some sort of joke to you?" the amusement cleared out of his face. "How do you expect me to give up my House for you? Aren't you supposed to fucking help me out of here, and tender a fucking apology, not the bullshit you're spiting!"I strode to the rock where the torture tools were displayed. They were stained with Alpha Cassian's blood. His body had endured three days of torture, violated by Lord Logan's mercenaries.For years, I'd conceived the idea of ruling the realm as the supreme Alpha. There is an agile plague in the realm only me could
Kazamir's POVAll of a sudden, Alpha Cassian pulled hard at one of the chains binding his right hand. The chain broke off its hinge, and dropped to the floor."Hold him down!" Lord Logan screamed at the men. "He must not escape."The men lunged forward, drawing their swords. Drustian advanced, but I stopped him. I wanted to see how much he loved her. Hope lit up Rhoda's teary face, as she watched, her heart thudding loudly. Lord Logan maintained his grip on her, his eyes glinting off a mixture of anger and subjective fear.Alpha Cassian's aura blazed through the dungeon. He wounded the chain around his arm and hauled a punch into the jaw of the first. His lower jaw snapped, bringing the man to his knees. His companion plunged his sword into Alpha Cassian's side, thinking he got him where he wanted. His victory was sadly short-lived when Alpha Cassian wrapped the loose ends of the chains around his neck, stifling his airw, paying no attention to his bleeding side. The guard slapped
Cassian's POVI swear by my first orgasm, Lord Logan fucked me up real bad. I thought I was going to die, my body and wolf suffered grievously in his hands.Three days without food and water, pumped full with fucking Asenath, bashed and manhandled by maniacs, I tasted my own death. Alpha Kazamir, the fucking snake, was undoubtedly behind the whole saga. Lord Logan was only a piece in the game.A disposable piss in the fucking game- pun intended.My left arm barely hung on my shoulder, almost ripped off by the fucker's strong jaws. Let's not even come down to my right leg. I can't feel it anymore. I owe my life to Rhoda. Seeing her hopeless stirred my wolf to life. I tapped richly into it and used it to my fucking advantage. Thank the fucking gods I'm not dead.On my knees, I freed my hands from the manacles and scooped Rhoda into my arms, stroking her hair. Her citrusy scent flew into my nose, together with the tangy scent of fear coming from her; an assurance of life in my grasp.