ELEANOR “As you all know, tomorrow is the day we have all been preparing for. Both slaves and omegas are to work together to ensure that none of the alphas and betas of the different packs that would be in attendance would be left unattended to. As for the slaves, you all have a very special role to play tomorrow" Zane continued, turning his gaze to where the slaves were all lined up, “you all are to please the Alphas and their betas in any way they would want and by that, I mean, your bodies are not an exception. Please them, pleasure them, and let them invest more in our pack as you know failure to do so..."He stops, a knowing smirk forming on his face, “... Let's just say you will be returned to your owners in pieces, along with whatever price was paid to acquire your miserable selves. Let the Blood Moon Pack be the talk of the world and let the praises of my pack be known to all werewolves. A default from any of you will surely lead to death and I hope I made myself clear enough
ELEANOR “I shouldn't be here, in fact, I should be anywhere but here, searching for Clara," I complained to Jasmine again. Surprisingly, we were both assigned to the kitchen, making sure the dishes were clean and everything the servers needed to serve the guests easily was provided.I should have known it was going to end in this when Zane had demanded my presence. His orders were for me to remain in the kitchen and strictly refrain from serving or interacting with any of the guests, and failure to keep to his orders would obviously result in some sort of punishment, that, in his words, would only make me wish I would be granted death instead. That had struck fear in me all day yesterday, but waking up this morning, I found it to have dissipated. If anything, I was more curious and anxious than scared at the moment.I was restless, standing here, and mostly pretending to work all while not knowing if Clara was out there and what state she could be in. Sarah had returned last night lo
EASTON“Why should the alpha's meeting be held in a murderer's pack when he should be getting trialed in the court of the werewolf council instead? This is fvcking ridiculous." I slammed my hands on the table in anger, alerting my beta who was fast asleep.I wasn't one to be angered easily, but having heard all about Alpha Zane of the Blood Moon pack, I automatically harbored hate and contempt for him. I hated everything to do with the likes of him. The raiding of packs, killing of innocent people, and selling the women to earn money was a disgusting thing for an Alpha, or anyone at that to do. But alas, no one was willing to go against him, they all feared for the safety of their packs.“Cowards!!” I yelled out. Only cowards would do what they're doing, cower in their packs and wait for the day danger would no doubt find them. Warriors and leaders take the fight to their enemies, not hide like fvcking whimps.I, Alpha Easton Dawnson of the Crescent Pack had promised to protect my pac
ELEANORI still hadn't wrapped my head around the situation I'd found myself in when he quite literally pulled me out of my reverie, with his hand around my wrist, he pulled me away from the dishes I'd been doing. I was still very much in a state of confusion, hearing the word ‘mate’ had thrown me so off guard that I felt myself continuously repeating the word in my head.Mate!? What does he mean when he calls me to mate? He's my mate, but how? How could it have been that I found my mate in such an unfortunate situation and place? I'd never have expected it to be here, a place where mating was forbidden for the slaves. Why did I have to meet him here?I quickly snapped out of my haze when I felt frantic hands all over my face, moving to my knees and back to my face. I blinked back to coherency, pulling my hand out of his and taking a step back from the panicky man.“What are you doing?” I asked, confused, and his eyes widened a tiny bit before he responded.“You went blank all of a su
EASTONI could feel my heart almost beat out of my chest as her words reached my ears. Slowly, I felt the pain start to grow until my entire being was enveloped by the excruciating pain that only seemed to intensify with each passing second. As if the sound of my own wildly beating heart filling my ears and head wasn't enough, it was soon accompanied by Scar's loud, painful howls and growls. He was in as much pain as I was.I couldn't believe that my mate, the one I had spent so long waiting and looking for, would look me in the eye and say the forbidden words to me. Those words of rejection was a sure death sentence for any werewolf who finds their mates and has the misfortune of hearing them. I clenched my chest tightly as I stared at her. I might be strong and not scared of a thing, but the look on my mate's face filled me with a different type of dread. I could see the hate and anger in her face, not even so much as blinking at the fact that I was undoubtedly in pain. I probably
ELEANORThe moment Easton walked out of the kitchen with the unknown guy, I lost my footing, staggering backwards as I felt the sharp pain shoot through my chest, my hands clenching tight over it but doing nothing to soothe the pain. My mind was racing with conflicting emotions, and only then did I feel the tinge of a connection between us, the pain of the rejection slowly filling every crevice of my body, each wave leaving me in utter dread, and just when I was about to hit the ground, I felt Jasmine's stronghold around me and her voice finally seeping into a part of my consciousness, her eyes filled with concern and worry.If I had known the pain would be so much, I probably would've thought twice before rejecting him. The pain was doubled for me, seeing as he'd refused to accept my rejection, my words doing some sort of sick boomerang as they hit me back in full force.I had thought with Alpine being silent, I wouldn't be able to feel any pain, but it was all a lie. The books… ever
ZANEEverything was going according to plan, just like I had expected it to, everyone had forgotten about keeping their guards up as the slaves and omegas entertained them. Music blasted loudly from the speakers and the laughter of pleased Alphas and their betas pooled in alongside the music. I couldn't help but smile at the perfect flow of things. The slaves and omegas were doing just as instructed and I took pride in the weight of my authority.The idea was to flirt with them, and please them with their bodies until their guards are all slowly let down. The next phase would be to coyly and stylishly question them about their packs; warriors, income, and security-wise, questions that would help me decide if they were worth an invasion and if an invasion would be of massive profit to me.And when the occasion was over and they would all depart to their respective packs the next day, the slaves and omegas would then report everything back to me and then, together with my beta Mark, we
ELEANORI clenched my teeth as the whip made contact with my already raw skin again. I had no idea what number of hits that was, having lost count, sometimes around forty. When Zane said to make sure the punishment would be one we would never forget, his guards took his words with every seriousness.Never in all my years of life have I been subjected to this level of humiliation, as I was immediately been stripped naked, uncaring of the rapidly growing crowd at the scene, and was dragged away in ropes tied to my hands and legs all while having sneers and insults hurled at us as one of the guards continued to yell the word 'Traitor'.I whimpered in pain as the guard pulled the rope harshly and I could feel my skin sting at each pull. I was sure my wrists would be unimaginably red at that point.I wondered why he was doing this, what exactly did I do to be called a traitor and paraded as one.“Get moving, you fvcking cunt," the voice of one of the guards pulled my attention to where it
EleanorMy body was thrumming with an unparalleled heat, the need to act on it so overpowering that it felt like an out of body experience. I was like a beast let loose, not even taking a second to dwell on the fact that this was Zane I was drolling over, letting myself be turned inside out by the very man whose existence I was living to end. Damn whatever he'd fed me, those drugs or whatever they'd taken complete effect by now and I was holding unto Zane, feeding off his heat and everything he had to offer like a lifeline. The old me, the Eleanor I knew would have picked my torn clothes and hurried out of the damn room the second he was through, or atleast cry myself to sleep if he wouldn't let me. Instead, I laid back on the bed, whimpering pathetically at the slow, languid thrusts Zane delivered as we both came down from our high, the mess of fluids in me filling the room with filthy squelching sounds. The logical part of me that would hate every second of this was reduced to a
ZANEEleanor was mine.She'd become mine right from the very second I laid eyes on her, and I'd be damned to let anything change that for as long as I lived. I couldn’t stop pacing the length of my room as the new information bounced around in my head like a fucking rubber ball. My thoughts were interrupted when a knock sounded on my door and Mark walked in at my command. “Is everything okay, Alpha Zane,” he asked the second he stepped in, voice laced with worry, concern written all over his face.“Yeah, I’m fine. What brought you to my room?” I asked, not giving him room to delve further.“… are you sure?” he sounded unconvinced but I nodded, waving him off and repeating my question. “Well, the party is about to start and your presence is needed to commemorate the occasion and you have been in your room all day which is causing the council members to murmur. I was sent to check up on you as your Beta,” he answered and I sighed.“I’m sorry, I’ll go get dressed and be there to open
ELEANOR‘Try and enjoy the party’ Those were the last tangible words I could make out as my mind and thoughts took a downward spiral into a place I struggled to get it out of. Occasionally, I remembered being jolted back to reality by the head of slave's loud yells and Clara or Jasmine's whispered pleas for me to get my head on straight and not bring unnecessary punishment upon myself, but I still couldn't. My mind seemed to have a mind of it's own and my wandering thoughts could not be stopped, even when I knew they were but a fever dream.Gory details of Zane gagging and choking on his own blood flooded my mind. I would stand back and watch in joy and fascination after having spiked his drink, his last agonizing moments as he struggles to draw each breath whilst coughing up his own organs, stained crimson Sure, it wouldn't be as satisfying as watching his head hang off a stake, completely drained of blood, but it was enough to keep me sated for now.Obviously I couldn't act on thos
ELEANOR“Hello? Earth to Eleanor,” Clara’s voice brought me out of my reverie, and I blinked back to reality to find fingers snapping in front of my face. I winced, pushing her fingers away from my face as she offered me a concerned look.“Jeez, you would have been in deep trouble if she hadn’t dismissed us. What’s wrong, El? You haven’t been yourself since you came back from Easton’s Pack. Is this still about what we discussed?”“What? What did you both discuss?” Jasmine perked up from where she'd been surprisingly quiet, and I huffed quietly, knowing what would follow.“She wants to end Zane’s life without following the plans,” Clara supplied, and I could see the exact moment it sank in for Jasmine.“Are you crazy?!” She whisper-yelled, her mouth opening and closing incredulously. “That's like asking to die! Do you have a death wish?!”“Apparently, yes,” Clara deadpanned, and Jasmine continued before I could manage a reply.“Why? What are you thinking? Did things not work out betwee
ELEANORI knew that much could be expected when the drive back to the pack felt like a different kind of torture that even Zane himself hadn't been able to put me through yet. The feeling of emptiness that only grew wider in my chest with the growing distance was not one that could be easily ignored. I had gotten a taste of freedom and deny it as I may, experienced happiness in the warmest possible shades in just a few hours spent in Easton's pack. I wish it wouldn't come to an end. I wished I didn't have to go back and that this day would never end, but alas, all of it had just been wishful thinking.I heaved a sigh as I took a seat on my bed, slowly taking off the uniform we'd been given for the party, which was now to be submitted back to the kitchen head and promptly burnt. It hurt to think about something so beautiful meeting such a terrible end, but luxury was nowhere synonymous with slavery in Zane's eyes. We couldn't be allowed to keep clothes that were obviously made not for
ZANE“What!?” I yelled out in anger, finding it inexplicably hard to comprehend what I'd just heard. My fingers ball up into fists and I could feel my entire body brew with maddening anger at the thought of Eleanor with another man. I give her even the slightest taste of freedom and this is what she goes and does behind my back? And Easton….. How dare he touch what I'd made clear was mine in every sense of the word? Eleanor was mine! Mine to possess, mine to own and mine to do however I please. I wouldn't have forgiven him for laying even a finger on her after my very clear warning, but kissing her? He had gone way over the line and there was no way I was going to let this slide. He knew Eleanor was off limits. As if my warning the other day weren't enough, I'd sent Mark over with a clear message that Eleanor was not to be touched. Yet, he ignored every single one of them and claimed what was mine. I couldn't swallow down the weight of his disrespect, the sheer audacity to do somet
UNKNOWNI couldn't watch her being happy, the sound of her laughter and thought of her excitement grated at my skin, annoying me to no end. She had the perfect life growing up, while I was forgotten, thrown to the side and left to rot. She had everything a girl could've wished for and when that was gone I thought it would finally happen, and that she would taste life like I'd always known, but she just had to go and find favor in the eyes of that monster that wouldn't even look at anyone else twice.Was I jealous? Hell yeah, I was. I hated the fact that she was always living better than me, no matter the situation. Despite losing her princess life, she still had something while I had nothing. I was made to work like a donkey while she seeks favor in Alpha Zane and warms his bed.She was yet again enjoying the luxury I've always ever wanted. She should have been killed the day I leaked the news she was an Alpha. Alpha's were meant to be killed at first sight but for some reason, she c
ELEANORThere was no way this was happening right now. I shouldn't be feeling my body thrum with excitement and raw need with every move of Easton's tongue in my mouth. His movements had started out slowly, just a press of lips that grew more insistent as he looked to grow more excited and confident as time went on without any form of refusal from me. When his hand comes up and trails down my face ever so slowly until he reaches back up to grip firmly, yet so gently in my hair, a soft, wanton moan is ripped out of my throat and that had been when his slick tongue probed in to draw even more embarrassing sounds out of my lips. This was supposed to feel wrong, wasn't it? I could hear the more rational voices in my head screaming at me, reminding me why exactly I was here and how that was the exact opposite of what I was currently doing, but, how could it be wrong when it felt so right?My body yearned to be closer to him and I could feel myself arching further into his strong arms aro
ELEANORI felt my body go numb, my entire world pulling to an abrupt halt. Left with no other choice, I had followed him with a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts making rounds in my head and at the last minute, I'd decided on the one that seemed the most safe and believable. If he was as much of a gentleman as Jasmine and Clara believed he was, then there was no way he would be able to ignore a defenseless woman's tears, especially not one they'd been so certain he still harbored feelings for. That had been the plan, pretend to be weak, show him a tear or two and leave it up to his reaction to decide my next line of action. It was full proof, at least it had been in my head, that there were not a lot of things that could go wrong. The worst-case scenario, he'd agree to punish me or throw me out of his presence, none of which I couldn't handle. But in the most unexpected turn of events, I'd been pressed tightly against his firm chest with his low voice whispering soothing words that