Lance's POV.I couldn't believe what I was staring at, she looked so hot my head felt like exploding.She looks so hot in my shirt, with her lips and eyes looking up from under the sheet as if they were asking me to come closer, touch her.I knew she'll be awake once I got here and I didn't expect her to wear the shirt gown I left for her.But she looks damn good, with her hair a mess, making it look more wild than normal."You're finally up." I said.She nodded, her cheeks red immediately, not used to being caught off guard, "Yeah..." She cleared her throat."I'll be leaving, thank you." She said, looking away again.I didn't know why I saved her or why I couldn't stop staring at her.She was gorgeous, there wasn't any other word that could describe her.Her beauty almost made me forget that I hate her, I should be hating her or doing something to make her suffer.But I don't care, I just can't help it. She looks so beautiful and sensual.It makes me want her bad. She looks good
Belinda's POV.I am beyond pissed that Alyssa has been found in the cottage, and my plan has been foiled, but I have another plan, and that is the reason I'm standing in the deserted part of a bush, waiting for a guard to show up.He comes along, his head bent, probably to stop anyone from seeing us, just like I ordered him. He comes to a stop in front of me, his eyes widening as he drinks me in, I smile, not a friendly smile, my smile is cold and assessing. He bows his head for all of three seconds and then opens his mouth and asks, "Miss, you called"I throw a hefty brown envelope at him, not bothering to dignify his words with a reply, the envelope hits his buffy chest with a thud and starts to slide down, he catches it, his eyes going wide."What's this?" He asks stupidly, and I grimace."That sum of money is your payment, I have a job for you, and that money is supposed to ensure that you do what I say and keep your mouth shut." I reply and he gulps, his eyes scanning the brown e
Allyssa's POV.My eyes are drooping, every time I blink, it's like someone is running gravel over my eyes, I'm just so tired, so exhausted, I'm now in my dark cell, wondering how the hell I jumped from the hot frying pan to the furnace, I just recuperated and got better yesterday and now here I am, in a jail cell, for something I know nothing about.My eyes sting as I blink tears away, the exhaustion clamping down on my muscles. The jail cell is damp and smells pungent, like urine and brine. A few rats scuttle to safety in the dim candle light, something crawls on my legs and I let out a yelp.Looking around the jail cell, it looks like it hasn't been swept in ages, cobwebs line the corners of the high ceilings, the bars on the door are rusted from age, there is no chamberpot or toilet which makes me wonder where I'm going to relieve myself. Despite the ache in my muscles from the way the guards had thrown me into the cell, I sat down and started thinking.I lay out the facts before
Lance's POV.Rogues. Rogues. Rogues.I hate them so damn much, I hate them to the point that the mention of rogues makes my blood boil, clouds my judgment and makes me want to strangle or throttle someone.The fact that Allyssa was in cohorts with rogues all this while is shocking, it has downright thrown me off my feet with disbelief, I should have known, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, she's just like her father, a traitor and a betrayer.My blood is literally boiling, my vision blackening at the edges with rage. I'm so angry, that I don't even wait as long as I'd been planning to, I make my way with a few guards behind me, to Allyssa's jail cell.The doors slide open before I can even get to them.My eyes are burning with fury and I feel myself shaking with anger as I look upon her condition.My stomach churns at how she's currently sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around herself tightly.I shake my head to rid myself of any pity I might feel for her, when I'm done with
Allyssa's POV.My head hurts. My skin hurts. My ribs hurt. Everything hurts. But mostly, my heart hurts.I remember vividly how the air had been cut from me when I was plunged into that water, I had swallowed a lot of water, thrashed around for help but he did not put a stop to it, they kept at it until I was depleted completely. It's a feeling I don't think I'll forget in a long time. The hatred in the Alpha's eyes was enough to make me stop and think for a moment. Not that there's any other thing I can do, stuck in this dank jail cell, with no food or water, I can't even walk around the damn cell because I'm chained to the wall.My ass hurts from sitting for so long, the chains are a bit long and would allow me to stand up, but doing that would probably make my ribs crumble, the throb in my head accelerates, my ears ring as my head keeps pounding.My wolf whimpers and tears flood my eyes, why did I have such a weak wolf? Why did the moon goddess have to pick me to be the Alpha's m
Allyssa's POV.My heart stops in my chest for a moment and then accelerates as I look at the person in the doorway.A gasp topples from my throat because the person at the door is Talia, she is standing there looking around wide-eyed, then turns to the guard at the door and whispers something to him, he nods immediately and looks the other way.The next moment, she is flying to me, my heart drops for a moment and I wonder if she is going to end me right here. Then her arms wrap around me in a tight hug and I immediately feel guilty for thinking that she is here to hurt me. Her arms wrap around my neck and I hug her back, nuzzling the point between her neck and shoulders.A sharp pain courses through me and I wince , the huge bruise on my cheek is aching, probably from the way I was nuzzling Talia like my life depended on it."Oh my gosh, are you hurt?" She asks, her eyes widening when she takes in my appearance. I doubt that what she's seeing is appealing if my split lip and busted c
Belinda's POV.I wake up with the bitter taste of rejection on my tongue, or that could be the alcoholic wine I had drowned in yesterday when the Alpha turned me away from his room, saying he wanted some privacy, the bottle which is currently lying at a corner if the room, drained of every last drop of wineprivacy?! It makes my blood boil that even when that foolish girl is in prison, the Alpha is still affected by her, it makes me want to strangle and throttle her so that she can't take the Alpha away from me. The idea of the Alpha wanting privacy is just outrageous, and it makes me seeth, luckily, there's someone waiting in a jail cell, someone I can pour out my frustrations on, she does not have to know that the Alpha turned me away last night, instead, I'll tell her the exact opposite.I will tell her that her precious Alpha Lance had spent the night in my arms, our legs tangled together after spending the whole night in pleasure and ecstasy, the look on her face will be memorab
Lance's POV.The door is locked, Allyssa is in a dungeon cell, but yet images of her keeps running through my mind, he soft velvety voice that soothes, the soft curve of her nape and neck, her cupid's bow that is as enticing as her full red lips, the way she moves gracefully, barely touching the ground.These images haunt me and make me ache, to touch her, to feel her, then the images shift and I am seeing her bloodied battered body, I am seeing the guard kicking her over and over again until her ribs crack, I see her split lip and swollen cheeks.Her wet, sodden hair haunts me as her head hangs limo on her shoulders, touching the soft curve of her breasts. She is looking at me with big innocent eyes, pleading for help. She wants me, it’s all my fault. I ordered those guards to torture her until she said the truth.The image changes, she is lying flat out on the ground, unable to move, struggling to breath, wheezing and coughing up blood, her lips quivering as she seeks my help, begs