“Little pet…” he starts with a soft voice, which hardens later on “you’re mine entirely, my property” he grips me one more time even stronger than it was before I can feel my skin being grazed by the harshness of the force he’s exerting on me. He forces my legs open again and starts to lick me under, undeniably it feels good and warm I cannot believe I’m liking this even though it’s forced. He rose back to me and kisses my cheeks, complimenting how good I taste, I’m irritated by his act and tired of fighting him. In a matter of seconds I can feel something really big making it’s way into my body, I find my strength again and scream really loud, at the top of my voice making sure the entire house can hear me. “You’re really wet for someone who’s resisting” he say and he covers my mouth with his large hands. I can no longer scream, I hold my breath and focus all my energy into my arms and trying to push him back, Lucien is far too strong. He won, he penetrates me with a gently but
“What have I done? What am I doing? Was I really that drunk?” I think as I lay next to Natasha, I can hear and feel her sombering and crying. Why is it so hard for me to fall asleep now? Is this guilt? Numerous thoughts rush in my head preventing me from falling asleep. I wait until she is no longer moving; perhaps she’s now sleeping.I rise from her side gently and pick up my clothes making my way out of her room, I take one final glance at her before finally disappearing into the hallways and out of her sight. I lay in my bed restless the entire night wondering what had come over me to have done such a thing “ohh Lucien, you’ve turned into another man that I do not recognise” I say to myself with a maniacal laughter, I keep moving around the bed until dawn after which I decide to sit in the large living room.I stand motionless in the living room, observing Natasha as she emerges from her room. She moves like a ghost, devoid of life, her eyes distant and detached. Irritation and di
The next day after the garden encounter, The next day dawns upon me as I awaken in the embrace of my vast, darkly lit room. The air hangs heavy with a sense of grandeur and opulence, the room exuding an aura fit for dignitaries and presidents. The walls are adorned with rich, dark colors, accentuated by minimal lighting that casts subtle shadows across the space. A single large window stands tall, its presence shrouded by heavy black curtains that deny entry to the morning sunlight.I slowly rise from my slumber, feeling the weight of the previous day still lingering within me. As I shuffle towards the opulent en-suite bathroom, the plush carpet cushions my every step. The room is a sanctuary of marble and gold accents, a testament to extravagance and luxury.I grab hold of my toothbrush and squeeze a generous amount of toothpaste onto its bristles. The sound of running water fills the room as I wet the brush before proceeding to meticulously scrub my teeth, the rhythm of the brush ag
I don’t know why Lucien has decided to be nice to me but I won’t yield, he hurt me by forcing himself on me and I won’t give in to him so easily anymore.I find myself in the grand study room, the dark oak bookshelves towering over me. Lucien enters the room, his presence commanding attention. I can sense his icy gaze fixed upon me, but something seems different today. His demeanor has shifted, and he attempts to be nice, to make me feel better. It's all too much.As I stand there, he approaches me with a faint smile on his lips. "Natasha, my dear," he says, his voice still holding its authoritative tone. "I noticed you seemed a little down lately. I thought I could do something to lift your spirits."I feel a surge of irritation. How can he suddenly pretend to care after all that has happened? His attempts at kindness feel disingenuous, like a facade. I cross my arms, maintaining a guarded expression as I respond, "I appreciate your concern, Lucien, but I don't need your gestures of
A bitter smile plays on Tyler’s lips, a hint of remorse flickering in his eyes. “I was once one of Lucien’s most trusted men,” he admits, his voice heavy with regret. “But I betrayed him. I revealed his weaknesses to our enemies, thinking I could gain something from it. I was wrong, Natasha. I paid a heavy price for my treachery.”“Why did you betray your master?” I ask with a look of bewilderment. “He- he- killed my parents and made me watch, he took me as a prize and trained me to be like him” Tyler’s voice carries hints of pain and anger. My heart sinks as I absorb the weight of Tyler’s confession. He, too, has fallen victim to Lucien’s iron grip, imprisoned within these unforgiving walls as a consequence of his past actions and mistakes. The irony of our shared fate intertwines our paths, weaving a web of secrets and redemption.But now, united in our struggle, we find ourselves facing a common enemy. Together, we will expose Lucien’s true nature, confront the darkness that engu
As the first rays of morning light creep through my window, I slowly awaken from my slumber. Just as I begin to stretch and yawn, the sound of Lucien’s deep voice resonates through the room, jolting me fully awake. His presence is both intimidating and captivating at the same time.With a hint of amusement in his voice, he teases, “Did you know that you’re so defenseless when you’re fast asleep? I could have easily kidnapped you without you even knowing.” I can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at his remark, finding humor in his attempt to liven up the atmosphere. “Unfortunately I’m already kidnapped…” I say to myself clinking my fingernails together as my laugh is almost visible to him.But the laughter quickly subsides as I regain my composure, knowing that he always maintains such a strong and dominant front.Lucien, however, seems oblivious to the fact that his words carry a certain comedic undertone. His icy gaze remains fixed on me, his expression unyielding. It’s as if he ex
The night before, I sit in my opulent, dimly lit room, lost in deep contemplation. Thoughts swirl within my mind as I consider the idea of organizing a public conference to announce a Luna for my pack. It is a significant decision, one that carries both the weight of tradition and the potential to shape the future of our pack.This will not be the first time my so-called wife will be seen in public, but it will mark the first occasion for Natasha, to address the public directly. I can’t help but feel a tinge of apprehension for the implications it may have on my reputation as the Alpha if she messes up the speech and reveals that our marriage is based on force and threats. The room exudes an aura of dominance and power, reflecting my own stature within our clandestine world. Dark furnishings and rich tapestries surround me, creating an atmosphere that mirrors the complexities of my position.As I ponder the possibilities and consequences of this public conference, I find myself oscil
Walking into Paul’s humble wooden house, I observe the simple yet cozy atmosphere that surrounds us. The worn wooden walls exude warmth, complemented by the faint scent of aged wood. As my eyes scan the room, they land on a collection of old guns hanging proudly on the wall, telling tales of Paul’s past. Pictures of a younger Paul, adorned with a charismatic smile, decorate the shelves and surfaces.With a playful smirk on my face, I start throwing jokes about his prime years, teasing him about his once invincible efficiency. “Ah, Paul, I must say, those were the days, weren’t they? You were like a force of nature, unstoppable in your prime,” I jest, trying to provoke a reaction.Paul, ever the serious one, meets my banter with a confident gaze, his expression unwavering. “Ah, my friend, you may think my best days are behind me, but let me assure you, I am still one step ahead,” he retorts, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.We engage in this lighthearted banter, exchanging witty
We both stand panting in the middle of the forest, surrounded by broken trees and torn-up road. The air is charged with tension, and it's clear that neither of us is backing down. "You're a strong old man," I say, my voice tight. Raphael laughs, but there's a hint of bitterness in his laugh. "And you're a persistent young fella," he says. I can tell that he's getting tired, but so am I. This battle could go on for hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.Raphael launches at me, his fist colliding with my face. I fly backwards, crashing into a tree. I try to stand up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out Raphael's figure through the haze. He walks towards me, his face cold and expressionless. I know he's about to deliver the final blow, and I can't do anything to stop him.As I stand there, resigned to my fate, I hear a voice calling my name. I try to focus, but my vision is still blurry. Then, I hear it again, and I realize it
I'm chasing the convoy of cars, and I manage to catch up to the last car in the line. I slash at the tires with my claws, and the car tumbles over onto its side. Five werewolves jump out, snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red with rage. They leap towards me, ready to fight. I stand my ground, ready to face them.As the werewolves charge towards me, I leap into action. I meet the first werewolf head-on, blocking its claws with my own. We clash together, our claws and teeth tearing at each other, snarling and snapping. I feel the other werewolves closing in, and I know I have to act fast. I twist away from the first werewolf, kicking it in the chest as I spin. I duck under the claws of the second werewolf, landing a punch to its gut. The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside.The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist i
I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rushes through me so fast that I lose my balance and crash into the stone floor of the temple. It's a jarring blow, but I feel my strength returning. I look up at Natasha, and I see a determined look on her face. "We have to stop them," she says.Before I can even get to my feet, I'm kicked in the sid
After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."Arturo's power is incredible, his spells strong and fast. But my current strength is a match for him. I leap and dodge, the trees around us cracking and falling as our battle rages on. Leaves and twigs fly through the air, and the earth shudders with every blow we land. It's a fierce and deadly dance, and I can feel my strength waning. But I won't give up, not until the battle is won.I lunge at Arturo, aiming to take him down, but he's faster than I thought. He sidesteps my attack, and then his h
There's a shortcut to the temple, and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a winding path that few know about, and it's shrouded in mystery. As we run, our speed increases, until we're moving at the maximum speed that a werewolf can travel. The air rushes past us, and I feel like I could run forever. But there's no time for that now. We need to reach the temple before Aurora does.We're stopped in our tracks by a huge crack in the earth. It's as if an earthquake has split the land in two. I'm about to jump across when Sam appears, teleporting in a flash of light. "This is the advantage of being a witch," he says, a smug grin on his face. "I can just teleport across." I feel a surge of annoyance, but I know he's right. I grin, and I leap into the air with all the strength I have. I feel the wind rushing past me, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Then I land on the other side, my feet hitting the ground with a thud. Jacob is still on the other side, looking at me in disbelief.
“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.I hold my wrist, the pain searing through my body. My eyes are full of fury as I glare at Lucien. "Why did you do that?" I demand. "Why did you slit my wrist so that you could taste my blood?" Lucien stands before me, and he is the picture of calm. He seems unfazed by my anger, and it only fuels my rage. "Your blood is special, Natasha, according to your mother," he says. "It's powerful. I think I might need it for my plan to work." His words send a chi
A devious smile spreads across my face as a brilliant idea forms in my mind. I look around, taking in my companions: a single witch, a werewolf, and myself. "This will have to do," I say, my voice low and dangerous. Sam and Jacob exchange a wary glance, as if they can sense the dark thoughts churning in my mind. I can see the fear in their eyes, but I know they're with me to the end, not entirely sure about Sam though. I turn to Sam, an expectant look on my face. "Can you clone yourself?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. His expression falters, and he shakes his head. "I can't," he says, sounding a little embarrassed. I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm asking more of him than he's capable of. Suddenly, we hear a voice from the kitchen area, as if from a great distance. "Cloning spells are one of the easiest ancient spells a witch should know," it says, its tone full of knowledge and experience.We turn, and there's Alphana, Natasha's mother. She's an enigmatic figure, shrou
I stir from my sleep, a persistent knocking sound breaking through my slumber. I glance over at Natasha, who's sleeping peacefully, and decide to investigate the noise myself. I throw on a robe and head downstairs, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. I see Jacob, already on his way to answer the door. He stops in his tracks and bows low as I approach. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cold and commanding. Jacob shrugs, looking just as puzzled as I am. He opens the door, and my eyes remains the same for the lack of surprise surprise. Sam stands there, a sly grin on his face. I want to slap that smug expression right off his face, but I keep my cool, my expression stony. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice like ice. Sam chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just wanted to pay a visit, Lucien," he says, his tone overly casual. I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed."Of course, I'm not here for a visit," Sam says, rolling his eyes. His expression turns serious, and he fixes me with a
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi