LOGINZANEI remained still even long after she was gone, staring motionlessly at the door she'd disappeared behind and a growl escaped my throat at the finality of it. It was anger, and a hint of frustration, trapped in my chest from the moment I kissed her, -a kiss that was never returned as she vibrated with the need to get away from me. Of course she wasn't coming back no matter how long I glared at the door. She didn't even look back, fleeing the second I let her leave like she couldn't wait to fall back into that bastard's arms. I finally pushed myself out of bed, my fingers balled into fists by my sides. I couldn't seem to ease the tension in my jaw and shoulders as I slowly began to pace the room, an unconscious habit that could only be linked back to Eleanor. She angered and frustrated me so much that I struggled to find an outlet for said frustration in her absence. A feeling of loss gnawed at my subconscious and I hated it so much….. hated that I felt like I'd just let somethin
ELEANORA steady streak of light filtered through my closed eyes, soft and warm at first, only completely stirring me awake when it grew stronger. I shifted slightly, still half-asleep as I slowly came to, immediately noting that something was off. This mattress felt too soft against my skin, and I could not feel the looming presence of someone, usually Jasmine, grilling me with a single look. My eyes snapped open as I abruptly sat up, panic flaring as I looked around and confirmed my suspicion; I'd fallen asleep in Zane's room. Like yesterday wasn't bad enough, I'd just set myself up for another ‘punishment’ if Zane wakes up and finds me here. He made it clear a long time ago, how insulting and disrespectful he found it for something as worthless as a slave, doubling as a sex toy, sleeping in his oh so sacred chambers. I should be doing all I can to avoid his trouble right now, especially after last night. I probably already look as much a mess as I felt, adding any more to it w
ELEANORThe shock of him slamming into me ripped a scream out of my throat.It hurt. It burned. It left me aching for more.My body stretched around him until I thought I’d split in half. He was big and impossibly thick, every inch forcing my walls to part and flutter helplessly.“Zane… ah!” The sound tore out of me, laced with pain and bits of pleasure.He didn’t give me a second to find my breath, because almost immediately, he pulled out, then drove in harder.It hit a place so deep in me that I felt my jaw go slack. My chest heaved with sobs that tried to be pained but came out soaked in need.“Fuck,” he growled against my ear, his hips snapping against mine, brutal and relentless. “So tight around me. You feel that? That’s me owning you from the inside out. You’ll never forget this, how well I fill you up. No one could ever make you feel like this.”Every thrust shook the fight out of me, tearing holes in my defiance.My nails clawed the sheets, ripped them as desperate cries and
ELEANORHis shoulder dug into my stomach, his confirmation somehow icier than the water I'd been doused with as he carried me down the hall. My hair stuck wet against my face, my skin still stinging from the cold shower and his brutal scrubbing. I wanted to scream, wanted to fight till my muscles failed, but I couldn't even do so much as scream, my voice lodged in my throat because of the heat rolling off him. That thick, suffocating aura that pressed on me like rocks in my throat. I hated it. I hated him.And yet… my body didn't seem to get the memo. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and needy, the bond thrumming like a live wire at the proximity, each step he took sending sparks between my thighs.“Put me down, you bastard!” I growled when I finally found my voice, pounding my fists against his back. My voice was all venom, but it shook with something else, something that made me burn with shame.Zane didn’t answer. He didn’t even flinch. He shoved his door open with one h
ZANEAs I continued to stare her down, the air tense with the weight of my silence and the looming threat of it, the air slowly began to fill with the other slaves’ fear and anxiety, but I really didn't care about that. They whimpered in submission, all of it only barely registering as my attention was all on Eleanor. Even when Mark stepped forward with a greeting, a clear attempt at easing the tension, I remained impassive. I could feel her trembling as I stood in front of her. Her eyes darted around, unsure if she could read me from looking at my face or looking away entirely to avoid my fury. After a few seconds of my blood boiling at her unusual behavior, I leaned in. Despite the fact that it wasn't sudden, she flinched. I didn't speak, I didn't need to, neither did I need to be so close, but I was a little too desperate to believe that my senses were wrong but they weren't; that scent, clinging to her skin, her hair and her damn clothes. Fucking Easton.There was no denying i
ZANEI paced back and forth in the room, my feet just as restless as my mind as my eyes kept darting to the door again and again, and I had to stop myself from bringing my fingers to my teeth because I was a grown, sane man for goddess sake. Six hours.It's been six long, cursed, fucking hours since they’d left. Curse Easton, that slimy and deceitful bastard, the agreement was for four.FOUR FUCKING HOURS.But he's kept them for six and those two extra hours felt like I was sitting on lava. Like I had to walk on hot coal with a dagger in my skull that was being pushed deeper with every passing second. This was the most restless and anxious I'd been in my whole entire life and I hated it so damn much. My boots hit the floor with deafening thuds as I reached a wall, only to turn and walk the other way again. I couldn’t sit or stand still, I couldn't stomach food or water, hell, I couldn’t even think straight. My mind was racing wildly and full of thoughts I didn’t want to entertain.W
ELEANORHis words gave me pause, and I froze for a second, processing them because he somehow thought it was okay to hit me with two bombshells at once.First, I was not allowed to go join the other slaves at work because my job here was to keep him company? I struggled to understand what was going
ELEANOROnce dressed, I hurried off to the bus and was surprised to find Jasmine and Clara both seated and patiently waiting, their eyes fixed at the entrance. A smile spread across their faces when they spotted me, and they immediately waved me over, enthusiastic. I hurried towards them, and they
EASTON“Will you stop with the pacing? It's just some people coming over to the pack for work, for Goddess sake.” I heard Laycon scold from behind me, and I suppressed the urge to shoot him an unimpressed glare. “I know you are excited to see her, but you must control yourself. One mistake and the
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 pl







