Andrius “Back to what you were saying, Alpha Brett. How many rogue attacks have you had in the last month?” Duke asked. Alpha Brett slumped into his seat. He straightened his tie and rubbed his temple. “This has been the most attacks we’ve had in a month. We’ve had ten attacks but that isn’t the crazies part.” “Oh?” I asked. “The victims were found with bite marks on their neck. The wounds weren’t inflicted by a wolf .It seems the rogue wolves are working with vampires,” Alpha Brett answered, in a hushed whisper. “Vampires? Why would they work with wolves? Not just wolves, rogue wolves. They can’t do anything for them. They have no loyalty, no-… Wait. They can add onto their numbers, their strength…” I observe. “Why would the rogues work with the vampires though?” Alpha Brett asked. “If the vampires offered them a home, a place to call their own, the rogues may have bit. That’s the only thing that makes sense to me,” I said. “Goddess. We had to dispose of all the bodies. I don’
AmiaMeeting Dylan’s father here was not in the plans and I could tell it was something he wasn’t happy about. Dylan was very particular. He didn’t like changes and he didn’t like it when things didn’t go his way. After the introduction with his father, I could feel the anger coming off of him in waves. I kept my head down and my eyes on my plate. I knew he was the Alpha’s son but we never talked about it. I wasn’t with him because of who his father was and I didn’t like to think to far ahead into the future. The only thing I focused on was getting as far away from possible from Greg when I became of age.Dylan didn’t say a word and my heart beat quickened with every moment that passed in silence. I dug my thumbnail into my index finger. I want to ask him about what’s bothering him but I’m worried that what I say will only make it worse. I know he’s upset but I don’t know what to say.What can I say to make this better?Is there anything I can do to take us back to ten minutes ago?We
!! TRIGGER WARNING !! Physical and sexual abuse in this chapter may be triggering for some. Please skip this chapter if this is something you struggle with. !! Amia Dylan’s hand slid up my waist and I tracked the movement as he gripped the material covering my chest. He jerked it down and my breasts fell out. His other hand reached down beside me and the seat began to recline all the way back. With one hand he gripped me by the neck and with the other he fondled my exposed chest. “Dylan, I—” ’m cut off as his grip around my neck tightened. He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth and looked me in the eye as he bit down hard. I cried out and my head fell back. I looked up at the roof of the car and felt my cheeks warmed. I was confused by my bodies response. I didn’t want him to do any of this but my body still reacted. I’m embarrassed and unsure of myself. “Ah,” I cried out. “Dylan.” His hand around my neck squeezed and I struggled to pull air into my lungs. I thrashed a
!! TRIGGER WARNING !!Physical abuse in this chapter may be triggering for some. Please skip this chapter if this is something you struggle with. !!“Oh fuck. Look, Amia,” Dylan murmured in awe. “My cock is already slick with your juices. You’re already wet for me,” he groaned.I felt the head of him as it pulsed inside of me. It pushed forward, followed by more of him. I keep my legs still as he slowly pushed inside of me. I jerked forward and pushed my head against his hard chest. He didn’t go easy on me, he forced himself into me as he pushed through resistance. Something tore as I took every inch of him.“I have to punish you so you don’t do this again,” Dylan moaned. He thrust home and it hurt. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted.He moved back so he could stare down between us. His eyes locked on where our bodies met. I’m too scared to move. I don’t want to make it worse but my eyes follow his and fear erupted in my chest when I see his hard length pull out of me.Dylan and I
Dylan zipped his pants up and maneuvered over to the driver’s side. I sat frozen in my seat my brain couldn’t process what had just happened. I didn’t know what to do now. Silence filled the car as he revved the engine and drove me home. I closed my legs and turned away from him. The city lights blurred outside the window and my brain attached onto the color of the lights as my heart refused to deal with what he had just done to me. An hour later we pulled up to my house. Dylan put the car in park and reached over for me. Without thinking I flinched and shut my eyes tight.“I hope what happened at the restaurant never happens again. This was all your fault, but I can forgive you if you promise never to do that to me again,” Dylan said.I opened my eyes as his hand wrapped around mine. His words are only the nail in the coffin. It’s at this very moment that I realized Dylan doesn’t feel any remorse for what he did to me. He doesn’t regret it and he doesn’t show even the slightest bit o
Our house isn’t brand new, if anything, it’s far from it. The one good thing about it is that we have a nice sized bathroom. I’ve called it my bathroom for years since I’m the only one who used it. Greg and Mom use the one in their room. I closed the door behind me and turned to look it. After I’ve checked that the lock is secured I turned the shower on.As steam billowed around me, I pulled my dress over my head. I threw it into the hamper and stared at myself in the mirror. I forced myself to look at myself, really look at myself. I can see why Mom was so concerned now.My hair is a rats nest and my cheek is swollen and it’s already began to turn purple. It’s puffy and my eyes are bloodshot from all the crying I did while beneath Dylan. My lip is cut and dry. A bruise on my neck reminded me of where his hand held me down and hickeys littered my neck.A reminder I didn’t need. Steam covered me and began to fog up the mirror. I watched my eyes teared up until I couldn’t see myself any
Amia I beat the alarm this morning. My eyes were already open as it blared. The pain was a dull ache now as I crawled to the edge of the bed. I’m hoping Mom and Greg sleep in since they went to bed early this morning. The safest course of action would be to go out the window but I really don’t want to take the chance of breaking my leg again. I just need to get out of here before he wakes up. I dressed for school as quickly as possible and peaked through the crack in the door. When I was sure it was clear I took my first hesitant step into the hallway. Every day in this house was hell. I was constantly on the edge. It was as if my fight or flight was constantly activated. I tiptoed down the hall as quietly as possible, careful not to step on the pieces I knew would groan under my weight. I’m finally working my way down the stairs when one of the floorboards creaked. My heart dropped and I froze as I listened for any sign of movement from upstairs. When I don’t hear anything, I contin
Levi I can practically feel the sands of time slipping through the cracks between my fingers. No matter how hard I tried to hold on the faster time flew by. Ami had more than enough reasons to hate me. I didn’t fault her for not wanting me in her life anymore. She thought I stopped talking to her because of stupid childish reasons, but she couldn’t be further from the truth. My ascension to the throne was drawing near, nearer still with the war. The wolves claimed they were being attacked by rogues but little did they know that it’s been going on for years. It was a game of cat and mouse and my father, the King, was the cat. He enjoyed playing with them and experimenting on them. I shuttered as I pushed that thought from my mind. My father hated the wolves with every fiber of his being. He was in no rush to end the bloodshed. If anything, he enjoyed it. His plan was to take care of them all with the war. To “bring them to heel” as he so often said. It didn’t matter how much I didn’t