LucasWhen I looked into her eyes, a rosy blush spread across her cheeks. I chuckled and gently pressed my lips to hers."Too late to feel embarrassed," I whispered against her breath."I... I'm not embarrassed," she mumbled, her eyes blinking. She averted her gaze, as if making eye contact was too strong for her. Her eyelashes danced like the wings of butterflies.I smiled. A surge of joy bubbled up within me. "Remember what happened last night?" I asked.Valerie's eyes widened, her blush now turning a deeper shade of red. She cleared her throat nervously and stammered, "W-What?""It seems that you don't remember," I said, "Well, I don't mind helping you recall. First, you touched your body to seduce me. Then—""No more details!" She extended her hands hastily and covered my mouth, stopping me from continuing.Teasing her always gave me a lot of enjoyment. I gently grabbed her wrist and brushed her skin as I started kissing her hand. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn't allow it."
"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage. "So, let's start from a fair price." He announced," From $5000 I'm bid?" $5,000?! Whispers and murmurs quickly grew among the chatter. Who'd be spending $5000 on a fucking slave? This one might be beautiful. But slaves were just slaves. Those poor little things were everywhere in the sla
Valerie I was dragged by the chains bonded to my waist, eyes covered with a think blinder. It was the first time I was allowed to leave the cell ever since I got here five years ago. I had nearly forgotten the views of the outside world, like how blue the sky was or how warm the sunshine could be. The place I stayed was forever dark and cold. Sometimes, I even started to think if my old house was just my imagination and this slave cell was the actual place where I was born in. Perhaps if the old memories were unreal, my life could be less miserable. But every time I closed my eyes, the image of that night would be replayed vividly in front of me. Blood soaked table cover, desperate eyes and Mathilda’s scream. They were undeniably real. "Keep moving!" A deep voice forced me back to reality as I felt a sting on my hip. I tried to walk faster to avoid another whip, but in frog-marching posture and bare feet, my sores were
Valerie Auction? My brain went blank for a second. Then I realized what that meant. I was the one who’s going to be auctioned tonight. As a sex slave. How’s that possible? Slaves had been discussing it the whole day yesterday. They said it was going to be a special one. But I had never paid attention to that. The first time Ava talked about auctions, she told me they were looking for girls with flawless beauty, which obviously excluded me for my peculiar birth mark on lower belly. So how is it possible that they chose me? The auctions were usually held at the end of each month, where they would pick a virgin female slave for the rich to bid on with other gems or jewelries. Slaves had debates on that. Some believed it was an evil ritual of monsters. But most thought it’s a chance to seek new lives. “You don’t have to stay at those filthy slave stalls for weeks until someone
Valerie “Oh you must be Val!” Mrs. Johnson crouched down and gently touched my hair, “nice to meet you!” I followed Mrs. John with my parents and walked into the living room. The decoration here was simple and warm. A three seater sofa in blue velvet was placed near the window sill, allowing the sweet sunlight to sneak in between curtains and to form different shapes on our shoulders. A large vintage rug lying flatly on the floor that was comfortable to walk on with bare feet. “Here you are. Hope you like it.” Mrs. Johnson put a plate of cookies on the coffee table and handed me a glass of orange juice, I guessed. I looked at mom in hesitation. “That’s fine, Val. You can drink it.” Mom nodded to me. Mrs. Johnson laughed, “Oh dear. Wolves drink orange juice just like you humans.” I forced a smile and felt embarrassed about myself. “That’s fine. Just get yourself comfortable darling.” Mrs. Johnson s
Valerie I had never known why Mrs. Johnson would be there in my nightmare. We lost her contact since the war began and when my parents were looking for a shelter, they tried best to reconnect her. But we never succeeded. The summer we spent at Mrs. Johnson’s holiday house near a seashore was the best one I’d ever had. My parents went there for doing some research related to their work and they brought me with them. I was lucky. Because they considered that I was too young to be left behind at grandparent’s house like Mathilda. We indulged ourselves in sun’s nourishment and strolled leisurely along the beach while mom and dad were off-work. Mrs. Johnson showed great hospitality to our visit. She volunteered to help look after me while mom and dad were busy with their works. She brought me to a small amusement park in vicinity and we had a lot of fun there. Mrs. Johnson was a widow. Her husband died many years ago and left her with no k
Valerie The peculiar mark on my lower belly, for what I had been told, was a birth mark. It had been there since I was born, as my mom said so. But it’s very odd to have such a birth mark which was shaped as a solid cross. I had once observed it careful through mirror and I was surprised to find that the two intersecting lines were exactly at the same length. I raised my doubts to mom but she told me that might be God’s bless because I was an angel to them. Well, they never believed in God. The truth was that I couldn’t remember if it had always been there since my birth. Literally, I didn’t have any memories before the age of 5. That used to confuse me a lot. When my friends were chatting about some funny stupid mischiefs they did in kindergartens, I would be the one who lost speech. They always consoled me. They said it was normal, that I might have a slight childhood amnesia but that’s not big deal. I didn’t conside
Valerie “Happy birthday! Val!” Whenever we had my birthday celebrations, mom, dad and Mathilda would give me a big hug before I blew out the candle light. On occasions, if I had invited a few friends to the party, mom would looked at us in a distance with an assuring smile. “My little girl was growing up into a beautiful lady.” She would say something like this, while my dad, on the other hand, would say, “No matter where you go, Val. You’ll always be our little girl.” Whatever wishes they blessed with me counted for a naught now. I sat on bed, staring numbly at the closed door where the master had left. It was until tears fell onto my laps that I realized I was crying. I hadn’t shed a single tear after being captured, even when I was brutally whipped by the guards. But now, I felt like suddenly being caught in the tide of pains that I had buried deeply into my heart. The tide pulled me out to the sea of sorrow, where
LucasWhen I looked into her eyes, a rosy blush spread across her cheeks. I chuckled and gently pressed my lips to hers."Too late to feel embarrassed," I whispered against her breath."I... I'm not embarrassed," she mumbled, her eyes blinking. She averted her gaze, as if making eye contact was too strong for her. Her eyelashes danced like the wings of butterflies.I smiled. A surge of joy bubbled up within me. "Remember what happened last night?" I asked.Valerie's eyes widened, her blush now turning a deeper shade of red. She cleared her throat nervously and stammered, "W-What?""It seems that you don't remember," I said, "Well, I don't mind helping you recall. First, you touched your body to seduce me. Then—""No more details!" She extended her hands hastily and covered my mouth, stopping me from continuing.Teasing her always gave me a lot of enjoyment. I gently grabbed her wrist and brushed her skin as I started kissing her hand. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn't allow it."
ValerieLucas didn’t bite me. It was me who went out of control that night. And I didn’t realize what I had done until the next morning. When I woke up naked with Lucas, I found myself in shitty trouble. That night, the only thing I felt was exhaustion. I was extremely impatient with the discomfort in my body. My flesh was on fire, burning, flaring. Every inch of my skin felt like being nibbled by small bugs. They bit me in a rather tickling way. I touched my body in hasty, trying to find a way to stop it.But I couldn’t. I trembled and panted when Lucas put me somewhere soft and cool. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t care. All I cared about at that moment was the man above me. He looked at me with those flaming eyes as I struggled to get away from his grip. My wrists were cuffed by his large hand. That’s disturbing. I snarled as I lift my head like a beast, threatening to dig into his flesh. But I wasn’t one of those wolves with sharp canines. My teeth were blunt. Lucas didn’t
Valerie This might be a wrong decision. The escape. But I didn’t have any other choice. Did I? The reason why I came here was simple. That’s the only place I could possibly get away from the wolf guards. They were afraid of getting close to this garden, the wolves. Just like they were afraid of Lucas Lang or any other bloodsuckers. Wolves had extraordinary olfaction. I supposed they had already found my trace, but didn’t dare to break in, especially on a night like this, with no blessing from the moon. The garden was nicely cultivated, remaining almost the same as last time. A fresh smell of rose and meadow hang in the air, trying to calm my nerves. It was romantic, I had to say. Lucas must be in deep love with a girl named Chelsea. Just thought about how he treated me, the one who he thought was Chelsea’s reincarnation. It wasn’t hard to find the pave to that beautiful statuary. Reaching out my arm, I brushed over the sleek surface of Chelsea. She looked at me with determined eyes.
ValerieAlyssa was rather candid or even blunt, to some extent. I supposed it’s not easy for people who had suffered from such a trauma like her to speak out their miserable stories in a frank way. But Alyssa, on the opposite, was eager to share.After being confined with the secret for so long, she desperately wanted someone to listen to her, comfort her and guide her, like a lamb missing her flock.Alyssa Woodland, as the only daughter of Alpha Felix, princess of the strongest north pack, was an Omega.“See, it was quite straight-forward, isn’t it?” She shrugged, trying to sound indifferent. But her voice was shaking as her eyes flared at me. “That’s why I can never inherit the throne. No wolf would be willing to submit to someone like me. Omega’s leadership? Fuck it! Even the most ordinary werewolf could easily topple it and put me to death!”Her utterance left me in complete shock
Valerie“Get into the bathroom!” Alyssa signaled to me while pressing her ear against the door to check the movements of guards.I darted into the small room on the right side, hiding myself behind the door which I left ajar for keeping an eye on what was going to happen out here.A hasty knock tense me up, goosebumps spreading across my arms.Alyssa opened the room door slovenly, grunting, “For god sake, do you guys know how late it is?”She sounded annoyed while pointing at the clock on her nightstand. “Don’t you understand that it’s very impolite for a guy to knock at a lady’s door after the sunset?” She grumbled.“Ms. Woodland, my apology.” The leading guard bowed respectfully, “We’re looking for a human slave who just escaped. Have you seen any suspicious human girl passing across?”“I know.” Alyssa rolled up her eyes,
ValerieI had stayed in this room for two days.Other than Samantha and the guards, I didn’t see anyone else coming, which I had no idea if it’s a good sign or not.Samantha had explained a bit more about the current situation of The Red Moon to me. Though she acknowledged very few about what had exactly happened, she gave me some useful clues to put together for the whole picture.She told me that Caser Murphy was never willing to hand over the crown but his physical condition had been deteriorating continuously after losing his left arm in the war. Shortly speaking, he had never been qualified for being an Alpha’s role.The Red Moon had been the greatest wolf pack across the continent for such a long time. Wolves would die for the becoming the leader of it. As upheavals grew intensively within the territory, they were in need of a new Alpha.Despite of Caser’s reluctance, he would still rather to cr
ValerieI regretted for my stupid hesitation.There had been enough time for me to explain my concern to Xavier that my parents could possibly be related to the horrible incident Amelia had experienced many years ago.But I spoiled it by being timid and reluctant.It’s my fault.When I plucked up the courage, the right opportunity had already slipped away, as a sudden knock broken up the peaceful tranquility abruptly“Alpha Xavier! Something emergent I have to report!” A hasty yelp of the guards came from the other side of the door.Hearing about this, Xavier frowned, his facing turning into a stern look.He tapped my hand softly and kissed my cheek, “I’ll be back in minutes. Stay here and wait me, Valerie. Whatever problems you are afraid of, we’ll always be together to face them.”Xavier eyed at me seriously before leaving the room.I had waited in compl
ValerieIt felt a bit awkward to have breakfast here alone with Xavier. I could sense his gaze was lingering around me all time, even if he was eating or drinking.He wasn’t inspecting me at all, just eyeing me fondly as if being possessive over something he treasured. But that did made me nervous, for my intention to make an utterance of my confusions and fears.But a strong emotion hesitated me. I was at a loss, deeply, wondering if that was the right occasion to put out my questions. I could hardly place my stare at him since what happened last night. It didn’t mean that I regretted what I had done with him.I just felt…embarrassed.As if noticing the oddity in my behavior, Xavier pulled me closer and asked me with a gentle voice: “What’s wrong?”I lifted my gaze to him before swallowing down the lump in my throat. I took a deep breath and said, “I have something to confess to yo
ValerieThe next morning I woke up, it was nearly at noon. I was wrapped up in a soft dry blanket, bathing the warm sunshine.My mind stayed blank for a few seconds, being baffled by the decoration in this room before I recall the memory of last night. The horny scenes made me flushed instantly.I couldn’t remember how many times we did, how many times I came and how I fainted out before the long-lasting sex finally finished.That was CRAZY.But I did remember when he carried me out of that room, reminding me of the ‘puddles’ I made on his bed. At that moment, I really wished I could bury my head in the sand like an ostrich.Then he held me in his arms and brought me here. It was one of his studies, decorated with a minimalism style. A large wooden desk was placed across the door, near which a cozy two-seat sofa stood in pair of a same-colored coffee table.But the small bathroom affiliated to the st