Cynthia Dion: "What hap---," he began to say, but then he closed his eyes and froze, as if someone had switched off his power. My heart skipped a beat at his eerie reaction. Maybe he was confused because he saw me just in my bra?It must be so concerning to him.I felt terrible for making things so awkward, but the blood from the scratch was concerning. I had my hand pressed against it, and it was stinging. I was still wearing my bra, but my chest was mostly exposed since I couldn't afford a new bra in my current size."Ow!" I groaned again, wondering what to do next. Should I just put the shirt over the wound or ask Mr. Holt to fetch help?After he calmed himself down and snapped out of the awkward moment, he opened his eyes, and I turned my face to the side. I knew I had to ask for his assistance. It wasn't like I was completely naked, but I felt a bit shy around him because he was much older, my father's friend, and, well, a very attractive man.I've never been drawn to older men,
Cynthia Dion: "W-- I don't understand. I already have mates, how... am I really a fey?" Panic surged through me, and it was entirely justified. He had mentioned something about me becoming a fey if I had too many mates."You're not my first mate. You're my second-chance mate," he clarified, appearing somewhat displeased by the situation.I felt extremely uncomfortable hearing this from him. After all, he was my father's friend and older than me. The idea of being mates with him was just inconceivable."Is that why you offered to help me? So that you could spend time with me and try to convince me that the only way I can have a wolf is by taking a second mate?" I found myself ranting in anger. I wasn't sure what had come over me, but I felt triggered. The fact that he had known about this connection between us and kept it from me, all in an attempt to manipulate me into the whole training scenario and persuade me to accept a second-chance mate, was mind-boggling."You're accusing me n
Cynthia Dion: I spotted him seated by the window, gazing out at the street. I couldn't even blink; I was too afraid of what might happen if I closed my eyes for even a moment. My breathing came in heavy gasps. It seemed like he didn't care about the situation, even though he was the one who had orchestrated it.Eventually, I gave in and remained quiet, realizing that struggling wouldn't free me from these restraints.While I was preoccupied with watching Atticus, I noticed that one of the guards had injected me with something. That's when I began to feel strangely disoriented."Atticus!" I whispered as I started to drift off.It wasn't wolfbane; it was some sort of sedative. When I woke up, my lips were no longer covered, and I found myself lying in a bed without any restraints.I quickly sat up in bed and began to examine the room. The only items in this stark white space were the bed and a large mirror. It didn't seem like a place where anyone was currently living; it appeared to h
Cynthia Dion: He looked angry when he held my hand and registered what I was going to do."Not this time, Cynthia!" he grunted under his clenched jaw, "you wanted to be a whore of the Rogues? I’m going to make you that right now," he mumbled with determination, making me worried about his plans."What---ouch!" I tried to speak, but his grasp against my wrist silenced me before I mustered the strength to speak again."Atticus! Set me free," I cried, but he didn’t budge. He let go of my arm and grabbed my shoulders, pressing them firmly before ripping my shirt off my shoulder.I was so shocked that I couldn’t gulp for a second."What are you doing?" I gasped anyway."Don’t you fucking touch me," I warned him, but he wasn’t afraid of an omega like me. His hand coming into contact with my skin gave me an icy shiver that ran down my spine."I will make sure everybody sees you for who you are," he grunted, "I gave you enough chances to stop, but you have crossed your boundary many times, a
Cynthia Dion:I drifted into sleep as soon as they placed me in the bed. Time became a blur, and it felt like I'd been here for ages. They only allowed me out for short bathroom breaks and a quick clean-up before another injection. There was no extra food or drink, leaving my body weak.The thought of leaving the bed seemed like an impossible task. It must have been countless days later when Atticus finally came to my room one evening. I was barely awake, as they hadn't injected me for a few hours. Atticus paced around nervously, while I struggled to stay conscious."You know," he began speaking when he realized I might not fully comprehend him, "I lost my parents when I was just a child. I faced people who wanted to exploit me for money from my pack. Some even tried to rob my pack by manipulating me into giving them the keys to the security office, but those were random events. Even when I encountered the worst people, none were as heartless as you. You came into my life, and from th
Cynthia Dion: My lungs felt as if they were filled with fresh air once I reached my neighborhood. Before sharing what had happened with my dad, I needed to get inside my home and rest.Despite some background noises, I focused solely on the path ahead at that moment.My door was shut, a clear sign that my dad was now guarding Flora, suspecting that I had run away.My hands were trembling as I started to knock on the door. I was avoiding eye contact with anyone who might be watching me."Oh, she's returned!" I heard a woman's whisper, causing me to inch closer to the door. I didn't turn to see how many people had gathered behind me.My father swung the door open, almost causing me to stumble as the support I was leaning on gave way."D---ad!" I murmured, my voice heavy with drowsiness."How dare you turn up at my door again like th--," His words faded as his forceful slap sent me reeling to the side.After enduring Atticus's captivity for who knows how many days, I was too weak to wit
Cynthia Dion: "When he discovers that I don't even have a wolf, do you think he'll spare me? After being reminded of the scars on my wrist, do you think he'll still let me live?" I continued to cry and plead with the Moon Goddess."Please, save me," I sobbed, fearing the moment when this door would open, and Mr. Beret would come to claim me."How can I survive this?" I asked myself in a panic. I was going crazy with the fear of getting taken away by that old man. The fact that he knew I wasn’t ready for this mating ceremony yet he was happily awaiting our wedding just made me even more scared of him. "But--I do have a second mate," my sobs ceased as a name surfaced in my memory. It wasn't Enzo's name because he was just as terrible as Atticus."Mr. Holt,"I sat down on the mattress, my thoughts consumed by Mr. Holt. I knew it would be incredibly awkward to approach him after the scene I had made, but I was of legal age, and he could provide me with protection in this nightmare of a
Cynthia Dion: "No, of course not; she'll be dressed in a suitable bridal gown," my dad quickly interjected to prevent Mr. Beret from becoming agitated. He then took hold of my elbow and assisted me in standing.He forcibly ushered me out of the room, where I was met by an elderly lady who regarded me with disdain. She sneered, "If only you hadn't been so promiscuous, you wouldn't be marrying someone so much older than you.""Just hand over the dress," I grumbled, catching her off guard with my response."Now I understand why the Moon Goddess is punishing you," she muttered, shoving a white dress into my face."Let's get you ready for the wedding," she grumbled, her irritation apparent. A Rogue wedding wouldn't take place in a formal setting, as is customary. After I donned this attire, they would transport me to a lawyer's office for the wedding ceremony.I took a shower reluctantly, having been ushered into the restroom. The only reason I refrained from protesting was for Flora's sa