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It was yet another restless night’s sleep for me as I brainstormed possible exit strategies. I’d fall into a brief slumber for what seemed like seconds before jolting awake as I remembered the task at hand, only to lie there staring at the ceiling while my mind wrestled with all possible scenarios. I was stuck in that vicious cycle until 4.47am when suddenly, I had it. It wasn’t my best idea and it certainly had the highest risk to reward ratio-but it just might work. Now I had to hope and pray to the Goddess that my instincts were correct. It began when Carter came to rudely awaken me at 11am by hammering on the door with his fist. “WAKE UP, LUNA! Alpha’s orders. You are under my care until he returns. Get up”, he barked. I sidled to the door and opened it just enough to peek through, careful to step to the side just enough to ensure my bra strap was visible. “I’m awake, Carter. What can I do for you?”, I purred, innocently tugging at the lengths of my silvery hair. “We’re bei
“Ya wanna ride?”. The words were like music to my ears. I’d been trudging through the litter-strewn mud on Route 16 for over an hour with my arm outstretched, giving a stiff thumbs-up in the hopes someone would take a chance on me. There were three men in the car and I judged them all be young, mid-to-late twenties or thirty at the very most. The one who called out to me from the passenger front seat had kind blue eyes, lightly crinkled at the sides from a well-worn smile with white even teeth and a straight nose that was softly rounded at the tip. He wore a thick winter jacket which he had paired with an old weathered baseball cap, and I noted he had no wedding band on the left hand that was currently leaning out the window. “Can y’ hear me? You ok?!”, he yelled over the traffic, his face growing more concerned by the minute. I looked past him and assessed his companions. The driver was wearing the obligatory t-shirt and check flannel that so dominated The South in winter, with je
Any misgivings I’d had about Austin slowly melted away as he gave me a tour of the house, apologising profusely for the piles of dirty laundry and stacks of dishes by the sink. It was all so ordinary; painfully dull, in fact. The décor was strictly neutral colours, a nauseating collage of beige, greys and browns fading into one. This was absolutely a single man’s home. There was no sign of any other occupants in the three guest bedrooms, and judging by the mess and distinct lack of style in the house there was certainly no woman around. Austin kept to his word and put three frozen pizzas in the oven for us which immediately filled me with relief. Whatever was wrong with this place I wanted no part of it. Maybe it's haunted? We retired to the living room and started chit-chatting when a can of Budweiser was shoved in my face. “Want one?”, Blake asked gruffly. “No thanks. I don’t really drink”, I replied apologetically. From across the room Austin called over, “Come on, Nova! Just
I can’t breathe. This is it. I’d woken up from a vivid nightmare of Mason smothering me with a pillow only to find I couldn’t breathe through my mouth; I was blindfolded and gagged on a cold floor, hands bound behind my back, buck naked bar the black thong I’d been wearing under my clothes when I left the Philadelphia pack house. I was numb all the way down the right side of my body where my flesh met the floor and shivering uncontrollably. “Wakey, wakey Nova”, a cold voice sneered. My heart dropped. “Hope you had a nice little beauty sleep. Now it’s time for you and me to have a little fun”. I screamed desperately against the duct tape covering my mouth but all I produced was a muffled whine. Austin let out a barbaric laugh. “Scream all you want, ain’t no-one gonna find you down here. You’re all mine til we decide to hand you in. Well, theirs too once I’ve had my turn”, he added, and I heard Chris and Blake mutter “mmn hmn” in unison. Jesus fucking Christ. I opened my eyes ag
The first lash cut through me like a blade. I bit my tongue to supress a scream, clamping down so hard that hot blood pooled in my mouth. “Not hard enough? Ok”, Austin said maniacally, raining down more lashes on my back. I hissed through my teeth and focused on the stairs picturing Wyatt in his massive grey wolf form bounding over to devour his prey. Soon. Just hold on, Nova. He will be here soon. Austin walked around my incapacitated form to look me in the eyes. “Why aren’t you screaming for me? The sooner you do the faster this is over and I can reward you with some civilised human cock. Would you like that?”, he taunted, running the hilt of the whip down the front of my body, coming to a stop at my groin. “I’ll pass, I’ve had enough disappointments over the last few days”, I retorted. I’d hit a nerve. A shutter came down behind his eyes and the man I was looking at was replaced by something much darker. I saw his fists coming towards me but was helpless to protect myself; I h
It was all over in a matter of seconds. Austin was pulled away from me with the force of a hurricane and no sooner had I seen his eyes widen in fear, they were looking up at from the floor, torn from his skull. An unearthly scream echoed throughout the basement before a squelching, tearing sound silenced it forever. I felt something warm splash my legs and tried to blink through my dehydrated fog to see it; I could have laughed from the sheer justice of it, but I was too badly injured. Austin’s eyes, head and heart lay at my feet alongside his torn off genitals. A wave of exhaustion and relief washed over me and I blacked out for a few seconds, before my saviour released me from my chains catching me as I fell. “Whoa whoa whoa, not yet. Stay with me”, the firm voice said. “Wyatt…you came for me…”, I whispered through parched lips. A large strong hand softly stroked my hair before I felt something wrapped around my body to protect my modesty. “No, not Wyatt, sweetheart. It’s me, C
After a hot shower I made my way downstairs, following the scent of bacon and coffee to a grand marble open plan kitchen where Cole waited for me. “Mornin”, he said cheerfully. “Morning-how long was I asleep?”, I asked, not certain I wanted an answer. “Only ‘bout 14 hours or so. Want some food?”. He gestured over to a petite, attractive blonde flipping eggs at the double oven. “Sahara here makes the best food. Have whatever you want, girl”. Sahara kept her eyes down dutifully concentrating on her task. She was tiny, maybe 5’0 and she was definitely at least one dress size smaller than my slim frame. I thought back to the jealous voice I’d woken up to and quickly decided it hadn’t been her. I greedily ordered pancakes with a side of eggs and bacon and sat down opposite Cole at the large marble table. “So, Nova. How you feelin’?”, he began. “Surprisingly great, actually. Your healers are truly miracle workers”, I said truthfully. I felt brand new-suspiciously so, but I wasn’t abou
I lie in bed twirling my fingers over the naked exposed flesh of my bosom, tugging at the nipples as I stared into the darkness. I had been at Pack Jackson for three days now and there was plenty on my mind- it wasn’t just how all the serving Omegas avoided my gaze and skittered off when I entered a room, or even the way Cole had politely ordered me to stay within the compound “for your own good”. There was plenty to unpack there, but not right now. It was the silence. Not the volume of the physical place, because Pack Jackson easily had twenty times more Weres than Meridian and they all had plenty to say to eachother here. It was my mind. It was eerily still, with almost an afterbuzz like a TV that had been turned off after staying on all night. Ever since stepping foot in Cole's compound I hadn’t had a single dream, vision or ‘feeling’ about anything. When I closed my eyes it was just the pitch black holding me close with no more mental intrusions by the handsome vampire, nor