Nomia pov
I lie down on the cot carefully, trying to nurse my wrist away from the hard base. Eventually, sleep takes me - I’m not sure how long I’m asleep for but the cell door clangs open suddenly and I jerk awake.Machteld stands, silhouetted in the doorway, with another bowl of soup and some more bread. She frowns down at me, holding my wrist. “Manfred coulda told me your wrist needed setting too. Men!” she scoffs, setting down the tray and walking out. I remain on my side, watching her.“Sit up!” she commands as she re-enters the cell, holding a small plank of wood and some bandages.I hurry to comply, though I don’t want to. Machteld takes my arm - not gently - ignoring my flinch. She runs her fingers up and down my arm - squeezing as she goes. “Well.” she sucks on her teeth “Nothing feels out of place; I’ll just stick a splint on it and bandage it up. Should be healed before sale.” With all the significance of discussing the weather, Machteld wraps my wrist tightly, turns and leaves me to eat.After my second meal, I am too full to move. I’m not used to this amount of food… I soon fall asleep, seeking the reassuring voice once more I am disappointed.I wake to my stomach churning. Blearily, I throw the blanket off me as I recognise the cramps and rush to the bucked in the corner. A steady stream of diarrhea later and I feel better… weak, but better. I’m not used to so much food, but at least my bed isn't’ soiled. The stench here is worse now, but I’m used to it. I crawl back to bed and fall asleep.I’m woken by the cell door clanging open. Machteld enters with a steaming bowl of porridge but her face is scrunched up in horror and she gags, just as my stomach rumbles with anticipation.“Goddess damn you girl! Whatever crawled up your ass and died clearly came out last night! I’m surprised the stench hasn’t finished you off! Now grab that bucket and follow me!”I comply quickly; following her to an open cesspool and emptying my bucket there. I rinse the bucket in the pail of water next to it and follow a silent Machteld back to my little cell. “Now don’t wolf this down!” she snaps as she hands me the porridge, I hide my smirk - I have no wolf “Eat it slowly!” she says “It’ll help keep your digestive tract calm.”Not long after I scrape the last of the porridge from the bowl, Machteld returns; looming behind her is another woman I’ve not seen before. She’s wearing the same dress as Machteld; her arms are thick and her hands look rough. Her face looks like a permanently wrinkled scowl and her eyes look through me with a piercing glare. Instinctively I know there will be nothing soft about her.“This one is supposed to be a virgin.” Machteld tells her. “Well no man wants a bag of bones.” this new woman scoffs “But bring her out and I’ll take a look.”“Come on!” Machteld gestures at me impatiently. I follow hesitantly, entering the same room as yesterday. The leather straps that held the eunuch down are hanging loose now. At one end of the table, metal poles have been set up. They have some sort of open boot on them. The new woman points to the table.“Get up there; lie down; legs in the rests.” There is no emotion whatsoever.I gingerly clamber onto the table and reluctantly place my lower legs on the rests, as instructed.“Shall I strap her in, Gertrude?” Machteld asks.Gertrude doesn’t answer; she simply straps the boots closed, rendering my legs motionless.Machteld sighs, and straps the belts over my waist and rib cage. Now I can only move my head and arms… until she proceeds to tie my arms above my head so that I am completely immobilised and helpless. Why did I climb up here?! Machteld castrated a warrior yesterday, but now she seems friendly in comparison to the woman between my legs.“Grab the speculum” Gertrude orders, and Machteld reaches for a metal device that reminds me of a beak on a board… it’s not until Gertrude opens it that I realise what it’s for. It will spread me open so they can look in me! Panic surges and I start trying to kick out of the straps holding me down.“NO! NOO! NOOO!” I scream “PLEASE! Don’t do it! Don’t hurt me! Leave me alone!” Both women remain unmoved.“Child, you don’t know what pain is!” Gertrude snaps rudely. “Now shut your mouth before I stick something in it!” I make no sound, but sobs still wrench my body. I feel Gertrude’s rough fingers spread my labia apart and she shoves the cold, metal speculum inside me. Without a word, she wrenches me open and the pain is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.“Stop clenching!” Machteld orders me from somewhere above my head “The more you resist, the worse it’ll be for you.”I thought I knew what humiliation was. But all the public whippings, the cock fights in my mouth, the soldiers cheering each other on whilst forcing me to swallow their cum… being slapped, scolded and thrown in the dirt - it all pales in comparison to Gertrude peering inside my pussy and jabbing me with her short, bony fingers.“I feel a hymen in here” she says, as she closes and pulls out the speculum.“Good. What about her ass?” Machteld responds and I am left with no option other than prayer. I pray to every deity I’ve ever vaguely heard of that I can make it through this. That hole is still raw from the diarrhoea last night.“Hmf” Gertrude scoffs “Fetch me the cheek spreader” and Machteld hands something over almost immediately. They look like strange hooks… Gertrude places the cold metal between my butt cheeks and turns something… I can feel my cheeks spread open and my butthole being exposed. “This is red raw” Gertrude exclaims“Diarrhoea last night” Machteld answers, bored.“Hand me some ox-fat”Machteld moves between my legs holding a tub, she dips her fingers in and lathers it between my cheeks, and moves away.A strange sensation runs up my spine and then I feel a finger enter my hole. I immediately clench, trying to push her finger back out, but the only effect is to cause the hooks to dig deeper into my cheeks.Gertrude slaps my pussy and utters an irritated “Don’t move” I’m forced to lie still and let it happen. Tears roll down my cheeks.“You’re only being checked” Machteld scoffs “The warriors actually lose something - they have a reason to cry.” she hisses “Now stop the dramatics - it’s almost done and no blood has been spilled!”“Based on her reaction, this one was exit only up until now. Still nice and tight.” Gertrude proves her assessment of my ass.“Let me feel.” Machteld says “The last girls we had weren’t anal virgins - let me feel the difference.”Gertrude moves out of the way and Machteld takes her place. I feel the now familiar intrusion of her finger and steel myself ‘don’t let them see you cry, don’t let them see you cry’ reverberates around my head.Machteld attempts a second finger and I clench further. “I can hardly get it in” Machteld sounds surprised.Gertrude simply steps back up and gives me a hefty whack on my pussy; Machteld’s second finger slips right in.“Slap them on the pussy and they relax a bit so you can enter.” Gertrude grunts, as Machteld merrily wiggles her fingers around inside me.She pulls her fingers out “She’s up for sale in six weeks. We’ve got about enough time to fatten her up and get some curves on her.”I’m released from my bonds and I flee back to the cell like a frightened cat. Back on the cot, I allow myself to wallow in humiliation for a while. At least until the next meal is brought in. I find it hard to pity myself for too long with a full stomach, warm bed and no chores.I tell myself it could be worse…Six weeks seemed like an age when I got here. But the auction is any day now. Soon I’ll have a new owner; a new life. I try to think positively but this unknown is killing me. I went from being fed, to overfed - forced to eat when I really didn’t want to. I’ve gained so much weight - there’s swelling on my chest which I think might end up as breasts. I’ve even got a little bit of a butt now!Lying on my back on my cot, I daydream about the future. Will my new owner be kind? Will I be bought for my virginity and passed on when that’s been stripped from me? Will I find someone who will love and protect me - like Brian did? Will Alpha Ahriman come to take me as a second mate; alongside his chosen one? Fated mates are stronger than those in a chosen pair. I sigh; the Moon Goddess must have plans for me or she wouldn’t have mated me to such a strong alpha… even if he is the ultimate dickhead.I’m pulled from my thoughts as The cell door clanks open. Machteld and Gertrude assess me from the doorway.“Auction day is today, you will wear this,” she says while she throws a flimsy piece of cloth at me. Once I’ve changed into it I’m sat on a stool and they fuss over me. Trying to make me look attractive to potential buyers.“Her nose is… acceptable. Her wrist has healed and she has the potential for curves” Machteld lists.“Yes.” Gertrude doesn’t sound impressed “Now shove her in that auction dress and get her sold off. Manfred is convinced she’ll fetch a pretty penny as a double virgin.” She throws a thin piece of cloth at me and I take the hint; stripping off my nice warm woollen dress I pull on the… transparent cloth. There’s no way this can be called a dress!“Out” Machteld demands. “Sit” she points at a stool.Gertrude comes up behind me and starts dragging a brush through what hair I have on my head. It’s not as bad as it used to be, but it’s still dull, thin and… sparse.Machteld slaps me on both cheeks, then pinches the “Got to make your cheeks nice and rosy… so you don’t look quite as dead” she tells me. I think she just wanted an excuse to slap me.I am not impressed at what I see in the mirror.Machteld adds some red fat to my lips to ‘make them look plush’ I think I look ridiculous. Especially as Gertrude has pinned my hair up over a piece of wool so that it looks ‘voluminous’.I’m too scared about what comes next to laugh though.Once satisfied, the two old women take me from the room and escort me to the auction waiting room. Instead of standing with me, they shackle me to the wall by both ankles and bind my wrists in front of me. Then, they leave.I look around; seven other girls are waiting, bound to the wall, like me. Some look beautiful. Others are rake-thin, like me. Most of them have tear tracks down their cheeks. Four men stand, chained, to the opposite wall. I think I recognise the eunuch from my first day. The stench of fear is almost as thick as the silence.Sold to the highest bidderNomia pov “Eunuchs first” Manfred announces as he enters the room, a new happy skip to his step. He looks up and down the rows of people like so much spoiled goods. “Then anal virgins, then vaginal virgins. Nomia last. She’s the only double.” Two men with sticks enter the room, unchain the first eunuch they come to and lead him beyond the doors, into what I can only assume is the main auction hall. One by one, the eunuchs disappear. Then Machteld and Gertrude enter and take the first girl through those doors - the number of girls diminishes quickly and it’s my turn before I know it. Machteld reaches out and pinches my nipples. I flinch “Need them perky so they pay what you’re worth” Gertrude tells me, before pinching my cheeks. As we enter the room, I see a platform in the middle - like a gallows stage. Around the stage in a semi-circle are a load of chairs; mainly empty. I count about twenty men; all of them exuding power. I can’t help my cringe away, b
Nomia povI startle awake when the door bangs loudly against the wall. Beta Jared’s loud rough voice slurs when he tries to speak to someone. My nose scrunches of its own accord as it's assaulted by the stench of alcohol. I can barely suppress a painful groan, my back is killing me, my muscles slightly spasming and almost shooting into cramps. My hands and feet are no longer painful but now cold and numb. I bet if I could move to see them, the lack of blood flow would have left them tinged with blue.I hear Beta Jared stumbling around, he’s drunk alright. I hear second footsteps, they are lighter and steadier. I wonder who was so unlucky or unwise to join Beta Jared to his room. You don’t have to be a mind reader to see that he is no good. Suddenly I feel his dirty breath over my face and his laboured breathing in my ear, “Sorry puppy, it got later than expected. But you’re well trained aren’t you? You don’t need much.” And he pulls off the blindfold, taking a few of my hairs, caught i
Zared POV /Jared!/ I mindlink my beta, looking at the invite in my hand. ‘Exclusive auction of rare slaves at Manfred’s auction house. First Saturday after the full moon.’ I've already lost two concubines. I huff, I really need to do something about that. But it would only leave the twins and my appetites. require more than that. Maybe the auction will have some pretty virgins for me to acquire so I can up the numbers a bit. /Jared, we’re leaving for Manfred’s tomorrow./ Jared, my brother from another mother. Literally. My father would fuck any pussy going. I’m his only legitimate child. Hell maybe he even fucked his way through other packs, I don’t know. I’ve never known if my mother had fertility problems or if she just withheld sex from my father as a punishment for being a cheating bastard. “You never get tired of bitching about your parents do you?” My wolf Gunther interrupts my train of thought, sounding bored. “You're such a bitch - you shoulda been born a girl” “Shut up
Nomia POVThe Innkeeper was right. The moment Beta Jared returns from breakfast he grabs the chest and then grumbles something which sounds suspiciously like ‘Come!’Coupled with his glare, I don’t take too long to comply. The carriage from yesterday is waiting for us outside the Inn. Alpha Zared is already there. He looks annoyed. Alpha Zared and Beta Jared discuss pack business and travelling to other realms. I find it difficult to follow as I don’t really understand. I do learn that Alpha Zared’s pack is called Golden Claw. Only the strongest, cruellest alphas name their packs after weapons. Most name their packs after the moon goddess or her celestial bodies and hope she will provide them strength and protection. I tune back in and try to commit to memory as much information as I can. Knowledge is power, that's what the Red Star slaves always used to say. It didn’t help them much, but I can only hope. Maybe one day I’ll be free to travel to other realms? I’ll be happy and safe.
Nomia POVI'm all dolled up. I've never seen myself like this before - I don't recognise myself and I don't like it. First my name is taken, now my appearance. Exactly how much will Zared take from me? First I find I was born to be Luna of Red Star, then I was a rejected servant and now I'm a life sized doll with no name and no appearance to call my own. Beta Jared has shown me exactly where I stand in this world but I'm not sure I can accept it. I'm angry and I don't think I've been this angry before. All these men do is take - even Gertrude and Machteld violated me - playing their part in a system that's designed to break me. Alpha Zared wants my pussy and ass. That's all he's going to get. Ahriman may have rejected me but it seems I'm set to be pampered like a Luna anyway. These girls don't have to work - just look pretty and be available at a moment's notice. So Alpha Zared will take my name, my appearance, my time and my virginity. Perhaps I should be pleased that my hardshi
Zared POV My half sisters Emerald and Amethyst will take care of Aurum. As the three of them walk away, I watch. Malachite, Garnet and Ruby stand waiting and smiling. I have work to do first, since I’ve been gone for a few days with Jared. I trust Janus to run things, but there’s always something that requires my signature or decision. I smile at the girls in greeting, but walk past them and make my way to my office. There is a stack of papers waiting for me on my desk and I don’t bother holding in my sigh. People always think being an Alpha is glitz and glam. But it’s mainly paperwork. Listening to petty disputes. Mediating the less petty disputes. Occasionally fighting a war and,if you’re me, winning them. We’re all animals. And because us werewolves accept that, we choose not to weaponise our wars. Instead we largely agree to meet at a designated place; intimidate the hell out of the enemy, fight a bit, kill a few, catch even more and then sell them to slave markets to cover the
Nomia POVI stir as a soft knocking rouses me from sleep. The door cracks open without me responding and a smiling Amethyst enters the room. “Good morning Aurum! I hope you’re ready for a brand new day. I think you could call this the first day of the rest of your life.” Amethyst chirrups as she flings open the curtains. “Now, let's choose a dress.” “I’m ready” I lie. “Tsk” Amethyst tuts. “You don’t have to lie dear.” She shakes her head sadly. “I don’t know anything about your past. I won’t ask!” she interrupts her own sentence. “But you left that past behind when Alpha Zared brought you here. Your body tells me all I need to know about your previous life. Change is coming - a big change. Now get out of bed, we’ll start with your morning routine.” Surprisingly, I am somewhat reassured. So I get out of bed and follow Amethyst to my en suite bathroom. The bathtub is filled with hot water and a luscious amount of floral smelling oils. “The oils keep your skin soft, supple and fragr
Nomia povDays slowly turn into weeks. With the passing of each one, I grow more accustomed to my skincare routine, more comfortable in the dresses, more confident in heels. I learn how to play instruments, how to craft and to read. Now I no longer spend every waking minute in fear of a beating because I am not working hard enough. I have time to observe my surroundings and I start recognising patterns. I notice that when Gamma Janus comes to take Malachite to Alpha Zared she psyches herself up; dressing skimpily and putting on more makeup. The day after she has bags under her eyes and she’s even more vile. Everyone gets sneered at; she doesn't pass up any opportunity to bring someone down or say something unnecessarily mean. Her temper flares and she picks a fight with whoever will rise to the occasion. Mostly it’s Garnet.The twins react differently when Gamma Janus comes to collect them. He almost always collects both of them. Rarely just one. If he does it is mostly Garnet. Alon
Zared pov In my wildest dreams I hadn’t imagined how much and how hard work it would be to be Alpha King and father. Dysnomia demanded I also played a very active part in raising Derora and Arathorn. I was clueless how to be a ‘good father’. I only saw my father at dinner and then I was supposed to be quiet. Only when I turned 15 and my wolf was less than a year away did he start spending time with me. Grooming me to be his perfect successor. His lessons in fighting were brutal. He didn’t hold in his punches because if I found myself in a situation the opponent wouldn’t hold back either. I learned to duck and evade first. Once I had Gunther I gained strength. When I learned I could trust on Gunther's speed and experience I started throwing punches at him. So when Dysnomia handed me a very stinky Derora with an overflowing poop diaper with the words “I already had two of these today, this one is yours,” I was beyond clueless. “Goddess please help me with strength and wisdom. It’s
Dysnomia “Neptunes nipples,” I mutter to myself. I really want to finish this blanket before Derora gives birth. But the light is too dim for my poor eyesight. “Getting older is a curse. I can’t crochet for hours, my back hurts and my fingers are more crooked than the twigs of a serpentine hazel.” “Talking to yourself again?” Zared rhetorically asks as he enters the room, “I think it’s cute that you do that nowadays. Talking, or more accurately muttering, to myself is one of the most irritating things of being older. I often do it without realising. It frequently leads to over sharing of information. Even though Zared is older than me he is in a far better shape. I continue muttering under my breath ignoring Zared. He walks over and switches on a special reading lamp lamp with a magnifying glass attached we got in the human realm a few months earlier. Before we came to this era of relative peace people didn’t get this old. When I shift, which is rare nowadays, Aminta no longer
Dysnomia pov The sun peeps in through a crack in the curtains. I turn my back to the window and pull the blanket over my head. Of course I knew that having sex on a very regular basis with Zared could get me pregnant again but I’d foolishly hoped that it would take years not months. A soft knock on the door that I can but don’t want to ignore announces Austra with Derora. I sit up and plaster a smile on my face. I know the smile will be genuine in a few seconds when she hands me my little girl. Austra walks in holding my squirming little cherub. Her brown eyes have tiny golden specks showing that she too has some dragon magic. “Mwa!” Derora happily shouts out. I’m still not sure if she is trying to say ‘Mine’ or ‘Mama’. The one perk of being pregnant is that I can stay in bed and cuddle with her whilst the rest of the world is already going through the motions. I get ready with Derora playing and babbling on the bed. Once downstairs I go to my office. Zared is out hunting rebel
Dysnomia povToday Zared and I will be crowned Alpha King and Alpha Queen of ‘Regnum Lunae Lupi’. Over the past weeks we have planned this day and the future of our kingdom together. The planning has given us a common goal to work on and has significantly improved our relationship. There are still trust issues on both sides. Encouraged by Gunther and Aminta we spend time with just the three of us. Breanna, Bridget and Zared haven’t spoken since that fateful full moon. They don’t want to apologise to Zared and Zared doesn’t want to listen to their grievances. It is quite inconvenient to have the beta’s and the Alpha not communicating. That is the root cause of guilt issues on my side. I’m stuck between my mate and my best friends. They understand me and feel bad that they hurt Zared in such a way that it puts me in a difficult position with both Aminta and with Zared. But they don’t feel bad for Zared about it or the act itself. Zared on the other hand won’t admit that he deserved
Zared povI didn’t expect to sleep peacefully, I expected to lay awake, tossing and turning. My sack hurt too much, my head was a turmoil. Gunther tried his best to take away the pain but the incision was made with a silver knife. Thank the Goddess Breanna stitched it fairly neatly with a hot needle. It hurt just like the alcohol hurt. But Gunther said it will make the difference between losing my remaining testicle and maybe my life to an infection or being to live on. It will scar, silver almost always does. Even if the scars are invisible you feel them when the temperature changes or when the skin stretches. In my case I will be painfully reminded of this ordeal every time I get an erection as it will put tension on my sack. Which is at least once a day when I wake up with morning wood. The anger was indescribable. The betrayal Janus and Dysnomia committed still burns. I felt love and pride looking at the pup in Dysnimia’s arms. Gunther presented me visions of us being a happy fa
Dysnomia povMy arm hurts. After giving birth Aminta didn’t have enough in her to heal it. It was bone deep. I shudder at the idea that it wasn't my arm but Derora that received the full blow. Breanna and Bridget informed me they had dragged a barely resisting Zared to the dungeon. He is in the same cell that Ahriman occupied. When Breanna and Bridget mind link me again with the question if they can torture him I hesitate. He is my mate after all. Part of me can’t blame him for what he did. He has been trying so hard the last months to get in my good books to earn my forgiveness. There were even times when I thought I could leave the past behind me and find happiness with Zared. It would never be the all consuming love that I felt, no feel, for Janus but it could have been a good life for both of us. /No don’t torture him just yet. Let me think. I’m a mess right now,/ I answer them. Should I kill Zared for the attempted murder of the heir of our yet to be named Kingdom? “You thoug
Zared povI knew most of the Alpha’s would use the time between signing the treaty and Dysnomia and I coming to their packs to merge them to strengthen their defences. Luckily for us they had no allies to fall back on. The vampires and Fae kept to themselves luckily for us. Fighting them isn’t impossible but it comes at a price. The price being the lives of warriors. “It was good to kill those four Alpha’s though. I was like the good old times when we were young and wild,” Gunther tries to sound like he’s reminiscing about old times. Instead he sounds a little too sarky. “We’re still young and wild as we’re out here in the pouring rain rounding up rogues to see if they want to become law abiding citizens of our new, yet to be named Kingdom.” “True and most don’t so we get to kill them,” Gunther doesn’t even try to hide his enthusiasm over the number of rogues we killed in the past days. Those who did want to join were mostly young, having escaped slavery and a few mates that couldn’
Dysnomia povZared and I are nearing the borders of Alpha Williams’ Silver Blood pack to induct the pack member in what is now still Golden Claw. We have brought a considerable number of warriors with us as Aminta, Zared and Gunther are convinced Alpha William will have barricaded himself in and fight instead of honouring the treaty.I had hoped to manage a peaceful assimilation and even offered them to become our advisors and let them keep their sex slaves to manage that. The moment we are at the borders we are denied access by the guards. Zared and I have agreed that there will be no second chances for any of the alpha’s should they try to back. I know Zared was hoping that at least one would back out so he could show them that he is still the strongest Alpha. The hunt to find Alpha William is on. /Team Gold! Join me into the heart of the territory. We are hunting down William, when you find him you will incapacitate him and notify me. We are going for a public execution of a tr
Zared pov It was an eye opener to hear that Dysnomia wants me to experience the same things she did. But what she isn’t taking into account is that I have the mate bond pushing me towards her. Maybe, more importantly, I’m not her. I can endure to achieve a goal. My goal is and always has been to be the most powerful alpha. I needed her to be able to kill Ahriman and I didn’t even know it at the time. I assumed I would need her power. But I needed her to get Ahriman into Golden Claw where I could capture and then kill him. Another difference is that I, unlike women, don’t think too much about things. I enjoy the sensation of her massaging my prostate. Yes, it’s slightly awkward especially with Celeste watching and coaching Dysnomia but I park those thoughts. “That doesn’t make it easier to earn her forgiveness,” Gunther dryly remarks. “We need her to achieve our goals.” “With Ahriman gone, we no longer need her. The few remaining Alpha’s we can handle by ourselves..”“Getting rid