He stopped the car outside of a withered down three-story townhouse with a triangle-shaped roof and ripped linens hanging in the windows where glass should be.I got out and clutched my stomach when if felt it drop into a bottomless pit.I had no idea where we were but my heart broke over the fact that people lived like this here, in a place where the king had an entire palace for him and his staff. The palace foyer alone was bigger than this house.We walked up the squeaking stairs leading to the door and whereas I thought we’d be knocking like civilized beings, Gabe pressed open the door which was already hanging on its last hinge and he held open the satin drape for me to walk through. I gave him an eery look but he flicked his head gesturing for me to hurry inside.He looked out onto the street like he was worried someone would see him but this felt like a place you went to knowing what you got. I looked over my shoulder and saw him press on the door to close it as best as he cou
Gabe was welcomed like a King with a golden chalice filled to the brim with cherry-scented wine and a collection of the finest cigars I had seen. They were often smoked by the leaders of any pack- including my former alpha who refused to smoke anything else that didn't have the signature sun-dried leaves. I also remembered him saying something about hinted cognac and cocoa, but I stopped listening after he refused to let his friend take a puff because he wasn't an Alpha.What baffled me the most was that two of those cigars could pay for the remodel of this entire house. Why were they just giving them away like candy? They were sought after, rare, and nearly impossible to smuggle onto the island.And yet here stood a girl with a linen bra and a maxi skirt with two long slits in the front going up to her waist; she held a silver tray where the cigars lined up perfectly and Gabe sniffed each one. He walked closer, the tray brushed up against him and the girl was seductively batting her
Two girls walked around the room and poured drink after drink into the men's crystal glasses. How there could be money like that in a place like this was beyond me. Wherever I looked I saw bits and pieces of wealth, but then I looked at the broken wood paneling and the rotting floors; the empty fixtures on the ceiling, and the torn drapes that hung to divide the rooms and cover the windows.Did all of the money go to these lavish things for the men? It was, after all, for their convince.Mr Edison was sharing words with Marry and their eyes occasionally glanced my way while the wad of cash changed hands.I walked along the the wall to the other side of the room and tried to blend in but being the only girl except for seventy-year-old Marry, in clothes, I pulled more attention than if I’d been naked on the floor.One girl was swaying on her feet, she looked drunk or high or perhaps both. I couldn't imagine the things they had to do to survive here. She was led out of the big room and
The door slammed shut and I face-planted into a pillow when he threw me down on the bed in the center of the room. I didn't know whose room we were in but the smell of sex and sweat made me think it had been used not too long ago. The urge to gag was strong but my fear of the man in front of me was stronger so I needed to focus.I turned on the worn-down mattress, ignoring the feel of the feathers poking my legs, and watched him turn the lock and stalk over to the bed. He was slick with undoing the buttons on his shirt and just when he reached the foot off the bed his shirt hung open and he started on the pants.I coiled my fingers into fists and narrowed my gaze while slowly moving to get off the bed.“We can take him,” I sighed in relief- Trixy’s voice never sounded as good it did right now and she pushed past me to take control.I let out a warning growl loud enough for him to hear but loud enough that it would leave the room. I had no intention of drawing attention to myself up h
He let me go, unwillingly his hand released me and I steadied myself against the bed.The stake slowly pulled back and exited his throat and Edison fell to his knees. Our eyes locked while the life slowly vanished in his eyes and he landed forward facing on the floor. He was watching me as though part of his soul was still present.I lifted my head and saw Gabe stand stiff and tall like the trunk of a tree with his fingers wrapped around the stake and his eyes brimming with a wave of untamed anger directed at the dead man by his feet. He slowly looked up and the energy radiating from him was something entirely different. Trixy was stepping back and lowering her head and I didn't understand why.I felt it too, my body was shaking more than before, all from Gabe entering the room and it wasn't out of fear- it was something else.He looked at me and holy shit, if looks could kill…I’d be in a much better place now. “You just couldn't wait could you,” He snarled.“This is my fault?” I wh
I longingly gazed down the hallway and begged for that sweet escape. Darian was talking to his brother and kept me standing in the same spot for a good five minutes.The only thing I was missing was a leash and collar around my neck that he could pull on whenever his power-hungry menace felt like it. But then I turned my head and caught a glimpse of his profile, his jaw relaxed and his eyes stared intently as he listened to his brother explain the plan for tonight's event- one I had yet to be informed about.Something about seeing only half his face in this light made him remarkably less dangerous.But that wasn't the truth, the light needed to be fixed.“Thank you, Gabriel,” Darian turned, his hands rested on each other behind his back and his green eyes landed on me. Looking into his eyes was like staring down an open grave- cold and dark.When he looked at me it wasn't with any affection, lust, or otherwise. It was like he was amused, having fun for the moment, enjoying each littl
The room was spinning around me and I couldn't get out of my head.His eyes started glowing, a beautiful golden-brown hue with a deceiving calm luring behind them.Trixy stepped back, she was scared and the pressure from the Lycan was driving her into submission without a single word uttered to make her kneel; it was all him, his energy and his wolf simply existing was enough to make us cower.It was why the Lycans ruled for as long as they had, they were different from us, stronger and much more powerful.Darian's lips hovered by my ear and his breath fanned my face when he whispered, “Look around,”Without turning my head I tried to see what room I was in. The walls were dark, a near charcoal color matching with the red heavy drapes that covered the window. The canopy bed had thick black bed posts with upside-down teardrop-shaped finials decorating the heads of the posts.
I kicked and screamed, my voice was louder than it had ever been and filled the halls of the palace with an echo that would wake the dead but not one sound left my lips.My palms burned from my nails digging into my skin and I jabbed the air aiming for his sculpted face. He watched me. I watched him. And my hands were completely still on the bed, my legs parted for him to step between and every ounce of fight that happened in my head was not acted out by my body no matter how hard I tried or how loudly I begged.It wasn't I who controlled my body at that moment, it was him, and he knew it.The mattress dipped under his weight as he walked up and set a knee down on the bed. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs further apart before he stepped between them as though there was where he belonged. He caressed my thighs, and as he was edging further up he