BRIELLE’S POV "I'm sorry, but we can't accept you here without payment. This place is only for..."Brielle lost track of the receptionist's statement as she retreated, saying a thank you she didn't intend and stepping out of the modest motel she'd seen.It had been around three days since she had been booted out of Darius' mansion, and the outside world had been horrible for her—three days of unending agony, sleeping beneath bridges and in the backseats of open automobiles, eating food from garbage cans or restaurant leftovers, and even wishing for death.All of these tragic situations paled in comparison to her constant terror, and she always looked left or right before leaving a place. She was terrified since she was out in the open, vulnerable to Darius's adversaries.She was still his mate, and she remembered the chatter she'd overheard from guards alike when she'd stayed in those prisons waiting to be sold. She was Darius's mate, and she was ready meat for all.She knew how val
BRIELLE’S POV -‘Open the damn door!' Brielle jumped up from her little bed when she heard someone say something from a distance. Brielle noticed the decrepit clock mounted on the wall some distance distant had already passed midnight.She felt a shudder run down her spine when she heard the noises again, this time followed by a gunshot. Her entire body was shivering violently, her legs twitching and dragging the thin cloth she had used to cover herself. She gently wrapped the material around her torso and stood up.Another gunshot rang out, and Brielle knew without a doubt that whoever these individuals were, they were tied to her in some way.They had finally found her after all her days of hiding and surviving by hand to mouth, and all her hopes had already been destroyed.She didn't even have to ponder much or question her thoughts because the gunshots and noises that sounded like wolf howls heightened her perception.She looked about the dingy room, trying to figure out how to
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle had no idea where she was going or what her feet were doing, but she just kept running.She had exited through the motel kitchen door just before hearing a huge blast and turning around to witness the motel or little shelter go up in flames.The sight had stung her so much that she had almost toppled and fallen, but she had regained her composure and started running, with her father and his soldiers hot on her tail.Brielle hurried, tears streaming down her cheeks, blaming herself for the devastation she'd just created.The shelter and its proprietors had been kind to her from the moment she walked in, providing her with a free bed and food every day since she started sleeping there, but what did they get in return?An attack, a murdering spree, innocent lives lost, and the establishment burned to the ground all because they were good and offered to help a thirsty soul.Brielle was more convinced than ever that she attracted ill luck wherever she went. In this t
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle's head was throbbing furiously, and her eyes were also dizzy. She cautiously attempted to open them, eager to see where she was and where the noise she heard came from. The more she tried, the more difficult it felt. She also tried to lift her hands, but they felt numb. Regardless, Brielle determined that she wouldn’t give up. So she struggled inside, trying to open her eyes and move her body, but her attempts were interrupted when she felt someone kick her roughly on the head, and her eyes flew wide. Brielle gasped when she saw her father standing in front of her, looking down at her with dark eyes, as pain rushed through her entire body. "The bitch is awake, Draken." She heard him say, and Brielle, who was still immobilized, could only stare at him in perplexity and pain. He had referred to her as a bitch rather than a daughter, yet it still hurt after all this time. He never showed her any care or affection, and if she wished for him to change, he only g
BRIELLE’S POV "No…." Brielle screamed so loudly that it echoed throughout the four walls of the cell she was in as she watched her father's head fall to the floor with a loud thud. "A perfect morning to you, too," Draken muttered to her with an evil sneer on his face, clapping madly with his bloodied hand as he walked deeper into the lit-up jail. Brielle began to pull away, terrified of what this man would do to her. Her heart was racing, and she was confident he could also hear it. This man was well aware of his powerful influence on her and was taking full advantage of it. Her back slammed the wall behind her, halting her progress, and she cursed silently. At the same time, Draken stopped in front of her. He squatted down, laughing wildly. "You must be wondering what's going on, right? And that head rolling on the floor is your father's, correct?” He inquired, but Brielle said nothing. Instead, she swallowed a large lump of saliva that she had no idea was trapped in her throa
DARIUS POV "I have bad news, Master," Rocky said as he entered the office, and Darius quickly stood up. "What do you mean by bad news?" His wolf growled as he asked the inquiry, and the dreadful feeling he'd had in the previous several days returned. Goosebumps emerged on his skin, and he wanted to scratch his entire body but stopped himself. Before taking any action, he needed to hear what Rocky had to say. In the back of his mind, Darius had a clue as to what this might be about, but he suppressed the thought immediately. No! No! Whatever news Rocky had for him was unconnected to Brielle. She was fine. She was still in the motel, and... "Okay, since you said I should go on…" Rocky cleared his throat and announced, "Brielle is nowhere to be found." Darius remained still. He felt like ice had been poured over him, and his bones and muscles stiffened. Shivers spread across his skin, and the hair on his arms stood up. "Master, you are not saying anything," Rocky spoke after a wh
BRIELLE'S POV "Arghhhhhhh…" Brielle shouted as the hot, scorching iron reached the bottom of her feet. Her entire body shook fiercely as the unbearable pain spread throughout her body. She screamed again, louder than before. Her entire body convulsed in misery and heat, and she thought it was going to melt off her bones. Her whole body ached, from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, including her chest, lungs, and eyeballs. Everything hurt. It had been two days, if she could count correctly since the great torment began. Draken seemed to have grown enraged by her statements and, therefore, revealed his true colors. Most times, she was starved, and occasionally, she was fed slimy food. However, the scarcely there diet was not the worst thing that could happen to her. Instead, it was the increased torture spree. She had been sprayed with ice-cold water and severely whipped by the guards. He had also scaled her skin with a hot iron so she was red and peeling. Although
BRIELLE'S POV "Eat!" Draken yelled, shoving the stale maggot-filled meat into her mouth. "No!" Brielle hummed, her mouth securely shut, refusing the foul food. Even though her stomach hurt so much, she would sooner die than consume the trash. "Fucking eat!" He roared again, his eyes glowering with rage, but she still refused. How could she eat live maggots and risk herself even more? She couldn't afford it at all. He was better off torturing her than forcing her to take that poison. As if reading her mind, he spat viciously on her face. "If you don't eat this, I'll have to burn your skin with the scalding iron." It's right over there, as you can see.” He pointed to a wooden table in the corner of the room. Brielle shuddered, tears streaming down her cheeks at the unspeakable pain she would experience if he used the metal iron on her. She could almost hear her screams echoing around the cell, each nerve ending on fire as the flames licked her skin and burnt her alive. Still, she