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
ELEANORRules!? What rules? This whole situation was as confusing to me as his words were. Not a single thing was making sense and I atleast hoped he was going to explain himself, seeing as he was here, but instead, he walked over to the metal iron in the cage and lifted both of them.With a smirk on his face, he clasped my hand and did the same to my feet. He stood and stared at me before walking over to the entrance of the cage where I could see a switch.“Tell me……. Do you get a kick out of pissing me off or is it that you've come to love your punishments so much that you crave for it? I was going to go easy on you since it looks like the boys already did a good job, but there's just something about that look you have on right now. Something about your face… it just irks me so much and excites me at the same time. It leaves me wondering, really, what exactly is it about you that makes me feel this way when you're really nothing but a liar and a pretender. Did you enjoy it? Have you
WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT, NON-CONSENSUAL SEX SCENE. PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT. ELEANOR I was shivering with both pain and fear as I stood with my legs spread apart and my upper body bent while watching Zane loom closer to me. His green eyes were flashing with pure, unadulterated anger and it was all directed at me. He had removed his shirt, and now his naked chest stared at me, covered with a sheen of sweat. The chains around my ankles and wrists were cold and uncomfortable, but they were my punishment. "You defied me, slave." He thundered, raking his menacing gaze down my bruised and battered body. I saw satisfaction gleam in his possessive eyes. "You must take every punishment I mete out to you." He crouched down and slapped my thighs apart. His slap sting my skin, he didn't care if I was bruised or not. He kept slapping hard on my thighs while I flinched in pain. "I-i-it's that all you got? I was hoping for more" I managed to say as I glared at him, m
ELEANORI had now spent days and even more nights in this cold, smelly dungeon without food or even water, but that didn't stop Zane from constantly visiting, making it a point to be around most of the time, wanting to engrave the fact that he owned me, body and soul, into my head and that without him, I would be dead.Unsurprisingly, most of his visits ended with vile words being thrown around and even more vile actions towards my body. I'd lost count of the number of times he'd get so maddened by either my silence or continued retorts that he'd wrap his fingers around my neck, his grip growing tighter with a crazed look in his eyes the more I struggled and sometimes until I pass out and woke up to his absence and pain in my lower region which could only mean he'd had his way with me while unconscious.Zane wasn't just a monster, he was a psychopathic beast that no punishment on earth would be enough for him. He needed to be burnt alive and then continue to burn in hell, where he belo
ELEANOR“Please… someone, please help me, don't let them take me away. Save me, please!" The unmissable loud screams of a woman had us all rushing out to be greeted by the dreadful sight of a slave, dragged along with one of the guards with his fingers roughly fisting at her hair that she struggled to release from his hold. I couldn't help but wonder what on earth she might have done to warrant being treated like this. She continued to cry for help that was obviously never going to come and each cry was accompanied by either a slap or a kick from the ticked-off guards, but it didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon. The desperation was heavy in her voice and all we could do was watch as she was dragged along, her cries becoming more distant.Looking around me at the slaves that were witnesses to the sight too, I could tell from their faces that the sight left them sad and helpless, watching as one of your kind was disgraced and dragged to their imminent death, knowing tha
CLARAI stood frozen, my hands shaking with fear as I watched the scene playing out in front of me. My hands immediately flew up to my neck and I gasped out, my eyes widening in shock as I knew I was in danger and there was no help coming.I could feel my heartbeat picking up its pace, beating erratically, almost as fast as the fear was spreading through my whole body. Was this really how it was going to end for me if I got caught? I never even got to do any of the things I'd seen myself doing as I got older, never lived my life the way I really wanted to. And now everything was just going to pull to an abrupt halt the moment I made the mistake of slipping up and getting found out. I was going to lose everything, Eleanor included, and might end up ruining her without her even realizing it.The sound of someone's footsteps retreating drew my attention back to the image in front of me and I snapped back to reality just to see Eleanor running out of the arena and I did the same, by the t
CLARAAfter meeting with the girls, there had been a spark of hope in me that if Jasmine succeeded in finding information about Easton, maybe,...... just maybe we would have a chance to finally be free. I turned to look at Lennox who slept peacefully beside me and couldn't help as a smile made its way to my face before I leaned in to place a light kiss on his forehead which had him stirring in his sleep just before his eyes peeled open.“Good morning love, did you sleep well? I'm sorry for waking you up," I hummed apologetically as he brushed his still heavy sleeping eyes, “I will go make some breakfast for you then head to the slave quarters," I informed him, slowly climbing out of bed only for him to pull me back, grip tight on my wrist.“You don't have to go there anymore, you are no slave. You are my mate…. mine and you carry my mark to show that." Lennox asserts, and I shake my head, successfully getting out of his grip and getting off the bed, leaving some space between us.“Thi
ELEANORIt was perfect weather today, not too hot or too cold and the occasional blow of the wind against my face should've felt just right. I should be basking in it since it doesn't happen very often, but I couldn't stop the uneasy feeling building up in my chest as I watched Clara walk away. Something about her made the warm nice weather feel like it was choking the air out of me. It is safe to say I knew Clara well enough and at the moment, I was almost certain that she was keeping something away from me and I just couldn't understand why she would. She's also been acting strangely since the incident yesterday, so there was that too.The Clara from my childhood would scream at the sight of impending danger, making sure I never got myself in trouble either, and I wouldn't say she was pushing me into it at the moment because I was determined to do it with or without support, but her immediate agreement left me on edge and it was owing to the fact that her eyes seemed to be begging m
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
EASTONDespite my tough front in her presence on the day I had been so brutally rejected, the following days had been nothing short of hell. There was the denial phase where I just sat around and wallowed in disbelief, refusing to come to terms with the fact that my mate wouldn't want anything to do with me. I'd done nothing to be deserving of such a fate. Anger had followed, flipping tables and cursing at everything and anything, but really, the main focus of my anger had been Zane because, first and foremost, how dare he? What right did he have to lay a claim on my mate and, what's worse, she was nothing more than a slave to him, the woman who was my destined other half. Just the thought of it had me reeling, and it was going to be the final push I needed to wage a war against Zane and everything he stood for. I was more than ready to assemble my men and go to war immediately, but Black had a different idea, one that was as ridiculous as they came, but with a promise of less bloods
ELEANORThe drive to the Crescent Pack is unsurprisingly quiet, the air peaceful but filled with an anxious energy, radiating from the girls who are still very unfamiliar with the idea of leaving the pack in its totality for whatever reason, myself included. Everyone looked tense, except for Jasmine and Clara. I could see the excitement on their faces as they stared outside the window of the moving bus, taking in everything they could with their faces glued to the windows like an excited toddler. To them, this was a huge step towards freedom, and as much as I wanted to share the same sentiment, I couldn't shake off the dreadful feeling that something could go horribly wrong. The fear of failure and its consequences sat above my head like a thick cloud, causing me to bite my lip nervously as I fought back the imagery conjured up by my very restless mind, one painted red, with the blood of my friends and every single one of my pack members, with me at the very middle of it, hopeless,