Xenia pulled away from Jane and walked through the door. Lucky for her, Fred and Bran were chatting with the group as she hid the knives behind her back. They hadn't noticed her yet, so the element of surprise was on her side. She could hear Rick speaking to them as they laughed. "Did you see what I did to shut her up?" Rick asked, holding his hand up to demonstrate. That's when the first knife sliced through it like it was butter. It took them a second to realize what had happened before Rick growled and turned towards her. Xenia didn't wait as she threw the second knife, and he blocked with his hand like a dummy. The knife went through like butter, lodging itself in his shoulder. Xenia heard a scream from behind her, and it sounded like Jane. She turned to head back to the kitchen when she felt someone's hands on her shoulder. "How dare you!" Lillian growled as her claws dug into Xenia's skin, causing Xenia to scream out in pain. Without a weapon, Xenia did the only thing she coul
She is perfect, Rodin thought when Xenia stabbed him. He could tell she was scared, but still, she fought him, and that was the biggest turn-on for him. He couldn't help but pull her into a kiss. She was a beast, and he wanted to tame her. Her eyes widened when his lips found hers, and that was precisely what he was going for. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of surprise and vulnerability washing over her. Confusion clouded her thoughts, and for a second, she felt her body wanting to give in, but she refused. She struggled to escape his embrace, but he held her even tighter. Her hands moved up his side, finding the wounds she had made, and she dug in with her nails. Rodin growled in her mouth, holding her closer and biting her lip just a little in the process. She gasped, and he took this opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Rodin breathed a sigh against her lips. It was wonderful. The feel of her in his arms, the taste of her lips. At last, he felt at eas
Xenia was in a daze when she returned to the kitchen. "Gurl," Frieda started as soon as they returned to the kitchen, "that was the hottest and craziest scene I've ever seen. A fight and a makeout sesh all in one moment. And did you see what the Alpha's packin'? Pure entertainment..." "I'll say," Lacey laughed. "I've never seen anyone stand up to Rick and Lillian like you did. You're like a little badass human." Xenia saw the girls moving and talking around her. Still, she was oblivious to what they were saying. She sat in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking herself back and forth. The motion gave her time to analyze the situation. I can't believe he kissed me, Xenia thought, dragging her hands down her face. There was a whirlwind of emotions coursing through her - surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of an internal struggle. A thousand thoughts flooded through her mind, and they all led to the moment his lips met hers. At first, he was rough and dominant, and a sudde
Xenia paced in the kitchen, waiting for Jane to finish cleaning the tables. She was too eager to share the little present she made for Jane earlier. Hopefully, bringing Jane some semblance of happiness. The moment Jane entered the room, Xenia embraced her. It startled Jane slightly as her body remained slacked in Xenia's embrace. "Is everything okay, Luna? You're squeezing a bit tight," Jane said. Xenia let go, and before anything else was said, she went inside the walk-in freezer. Confused, the girls looked at each other before Xenia came out holding a pie. "I know I can do nothing to make up for the other day. I made this for you," Xenia placed the pie o
Trigger: Sexual AssaultThe door had the exact mechanism as her room. Xenia touched the entire door, trying to figure out how to open it. "Only the Alpha and the top warriors have access. Like Lillian, Kane, and Rick," Jane said. "What about you?" Xenia asked. "You're bound to Rick, right? Maybe the power transfers through you too." "I guess I never thought of that," Jane said, walking to the door. She hesitantly placed her hand on the mechanism. It glowed around her hand for a few seconds, then went out. The door remained locked. "Dammit," Xenia yelle
Mason woke up with his face covered in something incredibly soft and a weight on his arm. At first, he thought it was Lillian since she had a habit of showing up and lying next to him when she was on a mission. Mason inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with a heavy winter blossom scent. He opened his eyes and noticed he was in his room, in his bed, with Xenia's back cuddled against him. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to stay still. Her sheer red nightgown didn't leave much to the imagination. How the hell did I get here, he wondered. "She is our mate, and she was in pain," Rodin answered him. "It's only natural I would want to be close to her, and seeing how cowardly you are, I
Mason sat behind his desk, watching his mate scream and yell at two of his warriors. This was the fourth time she's been brought here in the past few days. It was starting to become routine. The warriors moved closer to the desk, carrying Xenia by her arms. She looked so small next to them, with the bottom of her red dress flowing at least a foot off the ground. He thought red was definitely her color while admiring how the dress fitted her and feeling a little deja vu. "I agree," Rodin said, remembering the red nightgown she had worn in their dream. Instantly Mason's cock twitched just at the sight of her. Rodin wasn't ma
Xenia held her hands in front of her as Mason moved towards her. She mirrored his movements, making sure to keep her distance. It's only been a few days since her fight in the dining hall, and she's becoming even more of a nuisance. "Did you find anything? Like more bombs, perhaps," Mason asked, noticing a slight crack in her facade before she looked away. "No. Though, it might save me some time if you just tell me where they are." "I think your antics have terrorized my people enough, Xenia. Don't you think?" Xenia laughed harshly. "Maybe I'll stop when they start acting like decent beings." She l
As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, Xenia slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying in her room. She quickly sat up in bed, looking around. Was she dreaming? She had to be. That was the only explanation. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. She was the same as she was before. She pinched herself thinking she was dreaming but she felt pain.What the hell?She absentmindedly touched her face, arms, and hair. Unable to believe where she was. She tried remembering where she was before. Melania. The fight. Nova. She had to get back and…“Xeni?”Xenia’s inner thoughts stopped and she froze. She looked towards the doorway, willing herself to move but her body was shaking with emotions.“Mother?”As if on cue, Delilah appeared in the doorway with a smile on her face. “There you are? What is taking you so long? Put on some clothes and come to breakfast.”Delilah turned to leave but Xenia grabbed her and pulled
Delilah caught Jane before she fell to the floor. Jane gazed over Rick’s lifeless body, her body trembling of what had just happened before. before letting out a heavy sigh.“I knew this was going to hurt, but damn,” Jane laughed. “You would think I would be used to pain.”“Jane, what’s going on?” Delilah asked.“Later,”Jane said with one last look at Rick before shaking her head. “We have to get to the others.”“Agreed,” Archie said, gripping the hilt of his sword. “No delays. Where are the others?”Jane pointed in the direction of the dungeon cells. “Cells are down that way, but we’re not the only ones down here.”On cue, a loud crash could be heard through the tunnels. The group raced forward, coming to a scene of pure chaos. Lacey, Friend, and Danny were in the middle of an all-out brawl against several guards. Lacey was throwing punches like a rabid beast, while Frieda and Danny–both laughing wildly–used each other to break through. Danny swung Frieda around like a rag doll while
The saturated color of the surrounding trees and landscape looked all too familiar when Xenia woke up in the spirit realm. Yet, something felt off. The hues were darker and the shadow loomed over the entire space. Mist swirled around her ankles, and the air carried an otherworldly hum that seemed to resonate in her chest. For a brief moment, the feeling frightened her.“You are finally awake,” a voice called out.Xenia turned to see Nova, moving towards her. Nova’s white fur shimmered like freshly fallen snow under the moonlight and darkness.“Nova,” Xenia breathed, relief washing over her. “I forgot how this felt. Though, it looks different.”“Dark forces are involved here, Xenia,” Nova said, lowering her head slightly, her ears twitching in agitation. “Melania’s presence is growing stronger.”Xenia’s stomach tightened. The name alone sent a chill through her body. Her hands curled into fists, looking around the area for a sign. “Where is she?”“Close,” Nova growled. “Be on guard.”“
The clash of metal against metal echoed through the kitchen as Jane ducked, barely dodging the swing of the spiked chain now wielded by Rick.Rick grinned as he twirled the chain like a predator with a toy. “You thought you were clever. Wielding this chain like you had a chance against me. Haven’t you had enough today?”Jane was breathing hard, her muscles aching from the fight, but still she laughed, shaking her head. “Obviously not, if I’m defying you again, but you know what Rick. I don't care what you do to me anymore. I will be free from you whether you like it or not.”“Don’t test me, Jane.”He swung the chain and Jane ducked as it hit the plates just above her. The glass sprayed everywhere causing a few cuts on her arms. She moved back against the counter, and her hand grazed the surface, feeling for anything useful. Her fingers brushed against something cold and metal–a pie tin. Her heart leaped as she remembered its contents. The silver and wolfsbane pie she’d baked earlier,
The path they took wasn’t going to the dungeons but through the Alpha’s secret hideaway in his office. The sudden change as they entered the small cave made Xenia’s stomach tighten. “Where are we going?” Xenia asked, her voice more high-pitched than she liked. The warriors remained silent, their faces unreadable as they waded through the icy water to reach the other side. Xenia’s heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. The dim, suffocating tunnel brought back the memories of her escape with her mother. Her breath hitched, and her legs faltered as the faint echoes of her mother’s screams mingled with the falling of debris.“Xenia,” Nova’s voice rumbled in the back of her mind, firm but soothing. “They did this on purpose. Fight through it. Breathe.”Xenia gritted her teeth, drawing strength from Nova’s presence as she struggled to keep moving. The warriors exchanged glances but said nothing, their grip tightening to keep her moving. Nova’s presence swirled protectively around he
Jane waited until all the warriors had left for the ritual before making her way through the halls of the packhouse. Her fist tightened around the key wrapped in a note she received from one of the guards–a man with a creepy obsession with Frieda. Jane thought it was a trap set by Lillian, but at the moment, she didn’t have any other option. “They locked Lacey and Frieda in the west wing, the room with the black doors. After the feast.”Jane cursed under her breath again. The west wing was desolate, but she knew there would be a guard or two stationed there. As she approached the main staircase, she slowed her pace, her ears catching the faint murmurs of voices below. She peeked over the railing and spotted two warriors stationed at the bottom of the steps. Sneaking past them was impossible. She needed a distraction. She looked around and noticed a small statue perched on a pedestal. Quietly, she slipped toward it, her heart pounding. With much more effort than she anticipated, she
This worked way better than expected. Lillian thought as she strode into the room where Mason lay, his muscular arms wrapped protectively around a trembling Xenia. She twirled the little pouch to break the spell, seeing the control Melania had over him was still in effect. Though if it was up to her, Lillian would let the effect last as long as she could. She approached the side of the bed where Xenia was looking straight ahead, her eyes wide with unshed tears. Lillian crouched down, her face level with Xenia’s. When Lillian’s hand reached out to brush a strand of Xenia’s hair back, Xenia flinched, but Mason’s grip kept her in place.“You brought this on yourself, you know,” Lillian mused. “All you had to do was cooperate.”“Fuck… you,” Xenia stuttered.Lillian laughed. “I think we both know who just got fuck. What? You can’t handle a bit of rough play?”Xenia wanted to reach out and claw Lillian’s face but Mason had her locked down. Lillian crouched, meeting Xenia’s angry gaze with
**TRIGGER: ASSAULT**Xenia’s fingers brushed the cold windowpane as she gazed out into the night, the Red Moon hung ominously in the sky. Its crimson glow bathed the landscape in an unsettling light, a reminder of the ritual to come. Tonight, everything will change. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her. No matter how much Nova tried to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.“Do you feel that?” Nova asked. Xenia knew what she was talking about. There was power in the air. Something that seemed to call to the both of them. Or more like someone.“Mason?” Xenia asked.“No. Micah.”Xenia closed her eyes, searching in the darkness for something to hold on to. Was he really here? Was she really saved? A hand on her shoulder shook her from her thoughts as Tammy stood behind her with her dress.“Everything is safely tucked in, Luna,” Tammy said, laying the dress on the nook bench. Xenia exhaled slowly, gripping the towel wrapped around her as if she was cold, but
Mason stood in the dimly lit chamber, the flickering light from the torches casting shadows on the stone walls. In front of him, chained to opposite walls, were Micah, with bruises all over his body, and Cristobal, bound and barely conscious, yet still seething with defiance.Rick stood silently by the door, arms crossed, his eyes flicking between the three of them, awaiting orders.Mason tapped his fingers on the hilt of the knife he held, lazily spinning it in his grip as if it were a mere toy. He paced back and forth in front of his captives, stopping occasionally to inspect them with a twisted sense of amusement. "So, plans, dear brother. Let's discuss those. I’m sure you didn’t crash my little party just for a scenic tour of the dungeon." He stopped abruptly, crouching in front of Micah, his smirk twisting into something crueler. “Or are you going to let our brave soldier boy here spill his guts for you?”Micah didn’t respond. His breathing was labored, but his eyes—those damn e