Lusia I could feel the orgasm coming, a surge building deep inside me like an untamed force of nature. It started as a soft flutter, a delicate tease that slowly grew into a relentless wave of pressure. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as the intensity consumed me. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, a heat spreading from the pit of my stomach outward, searing through my veins like molten lava. My thighs clenched instinctively, tightening against the relentless rhythm of the object moving inside me, its vibrations pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles whitening as my body strained against the sensations. It wasn’t just physical—it was an all-encompassing storm, pulling at my mind, my soul, my very being. I felt helpless against it as if I were caught in the current of a raging ocean, powerless to do anything but let it carry me away. The rhythm of the object intensified,
Lusia It was nothing short of a miracle. The knock on the door had prompted him to stop. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. Seconds ago, I was frightened by the thought of my next punishment which was being hung by the cuffs he had chained to the ceiling. There was no doubt that I would have been left there all night. His objective was to tame me. I never thought of myself as a wild type. I obeyed every instruction he gave me, doing things I never thought I would do. I was petrified at the thought of defying him. And yet he still saw me as a disobedient slave. He had to be doing this on purpose. There was little doubt that he was punishing me for defying him. He was doing this for entertainment as well. Watching me writh and cry in pain must bring him an indescribable satisfaction. I dreaded it. The knock on the door came again and King Dane relaxed, placing down the leather whip in his hand. His face was filled with fury but not at me this time. Whoever was at the door
DaneHis words were hysterical. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. My voice echoed through the room. Finn was glaring at me like he should. I could understand his anger. He was mad that I had taken his sister from him. Lusia was now mine and there was nothing he could do about it. He had the confidence to come here and demand for his sister. I have to say that I was impressed by that. After beating him up at the ballroom for the way he had treated Lusia, I thought that he would be happy to see her leave. Yet, he came back for her. It didn’t make any sense. I was irked by the way he had embarrassed Lusia in front of everybody. Even though she had committed a grave offense a decade ago. He had no right to treat her like that today. That was why I had taken matters into my own hands. I had seen an opportunity. She was in heat, and it looked uncontrollable because she had no wolf. I had taken her to satisfy my urges and at the same time, I kept her away from her stupid brother who seem
LusiaI was shocked when Finn called me by my name. I hadn’t heard him do that in years. He usually used the phrase “murderer” which I knew was a tactic to make me feel more guilty for what I had done. He had punished me for most of my time in the pack. He must have been mad when the council of Elders couldn’t banish me from the pack. He was ashamed and angry to face me because I reminded him of our dead parents every single time. I couldn't blame him. There were some days I was forced to believe that I had actually killed our father. Pulling the knife out of him had sped his death. If he had waited for help to arrive, he would have survived. But I panicked in that instant and didn’t want to lose him. So I struggled to pull the knife out of him which ultimately led to his death. Finn was glaring at King Dane. I was surprised that King Dane hadn’t taken offense in his attitude yet. I was scared that King Dane would torture him for sounding so disrespectful. But he kept his cool. “Gi
DaneI halted my steps when I heard Lusia burst into tears. Kiara. It must be her. I watched her zoom towards Lusia in a flash immediately after Finn left. I didn’t know what she was after, but I was confident that she wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Lusia since I was here. That was why I was leaving the room. I was going to order Elias to take her back to her room and instruct her to get some rest. I was exhausted as well. Torturing her and also having to deal with her brother had taken a huge toll on my body. I was eager to get some rest, but it seemed that Kiara had some other things in her mind. She couldn’t just mind her business which annoyed me. She was only going to get herself hurt by doing this. And I wasn’t going to be there to console her when she broke down. “I told you to stay away from Dane, you whore!” Kiara yelled. I turned around to stare at Kiara who was standing above Lusia now. I watched them with my hands buried in the pockets of my attire. Lusia looked so feeb
KiaraI was stunned as I watched Dane walk away with the werewolf girl in his arms. He was holding her in a bridal style which made me more furious. How could he do something like this? Why would he choose to favor a girl that was inferior to him? She was from the Silvermoon pack. And worst of all, she was the sister to Finn Slater. All of these made no sense to me. Why would Dane keep her and why didn’t she choose to go back home with her brother? Had Dane promised her something? It seemed so. That couldn’t be true. A few hours ago, I spotted them entering his playroom. There was no doubt that something horrible had been done there. He had told me that she was only his plaything. He was using her to pass the time until our wedding, but I felt there was more to it. There was something about her that made him furious every time I confronted her. I saw her as nothing but a weakling. And I thought that Dane would think of her the same way. He had lied to me that she was here for rehabi
Lusia I could feel my heat taking control over me again. The familiar trembling of my thighs and the warm sensation in between them. The urge to explore my body. They were all back. It had been weeks since I felt this sensation because I was always satisfied when King Dane punished me. But it had been days since I saw him. It had been five days since he had been in my room. The last time he had been here had been an unforgettable moment. I had been in heat, and he had cured my urges. He had fucked me until my heat had evaporated. No. He hadn’t just fucked me. He had made love to me. I never knew that someone like King Dane could be that gentle. He had taken his time with me, exploring my body and arousing me in ways I didn’t imagine possible. He had reached the end of the walls, he had filled me up with his cock and the thought of that made my thighs tremble in excitement. I missed him. I couldn’t believe I was saying that. But it was true. I missed the way he had treated me that n
Dane Lusia’s audacity was baffling. Right before me, she had tried to reach climax. It angered me. She had broken one of the rules and still looked at me in a teasing manner. She wanted me and I could tell. I resisted the urge to see over the last few days after what happened. I felt guilty for treating her like that, but also felt worse after I climaxed and laid on her bed. The sex had been good, but I felt used. I was angry but I couldn't inflict any punishment on her that night. I promised myself not to. That was why I left. I refused to see her, but my resistance only lasted five days. Today, I served her dinner personally hoping that I could bring myself fuck her. But I couldn’t. I rather stared at the sunset, hoping that the urge would come. But it didn’t. She had used that opportunity to masturbate. It seemed she had been waiting for me to make the first move. I saw the lust in her hazel eyes as she stared at me while she masturbated. She had used me as a tether to draw o
DaneThe room was quiet now that the woman left. I was staring down at Lusia who looked so pale. She was breathing which was okay to me. She was alive. That was what mattered most. But I was worried. Not only by that but by the words that the healer had told me just before she left the room. Lusia had a wolf. Her wolf was buried deep inside her. It was locked up. I never thought that someone like her would have a wolf. She looked so weak and fragile. But that wasn’t her fault. Somehow, her wolf spirit had been sealed which prevented her from the many perks of being a wolf. She couldn't heal fast, and she couldn’t shapeshift. She was almost human but for the werewolf blood flowing in her veins. I felt a knot tie in my stomach. It was sad for her. She had been through so much. I wondered if she knew about this. Of course, she did. Why wouldn’t she? I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to hold her and make her feel that she wasn’t alone. But I couldn't. I couldn’t show her how much I
DaneThe scream tore through the dungeon, sharp and desperate, bouncing off the cold, stone walls like a wounded animal’s cry. I hadn’t expected it. No, not from him. Keon had been a proud man when I first came into his cell. He was someone who thought of himself as strong. Now, he was nothing but a shaking mess of fear, his back pressed against the wall as if he could disappear into the cold, stony wall. For a moment, I simply stared, surprised. Then a slow, amused chuckle slipped past my lips.He was trembling so hard I could see the shudders racking his body. His hands clutched the rusted chains at his sides, fingers digging into the metal as if they could anchor him. His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, his eyes darting between me and the cell door as if expecting me to charge in and finish what I had started.I took a step closer, dragging my fingers along the iron bars, letting the sound scrape through the silence. His breathing hitched. I stopped in front of the d
DaneI was heading towards the last cell which was Finn’s. He was the last person I wanted to see. Finn Slater had come into my castle without my permission and threatened his sister, Lusia. Harming her in the process as well. If there was any of them who deserved the worst punishment it would be him. I was angry that he had still returned no matter how many times I had forgiven his behavior towards Lusia and me. The only reason he was still standing here was because of her. He was alive because Lusia wanted it. No matter how much she hated him, she didn’t want him dead. And I couldn't understand why. Someone like him didn’t deserve to be alive. His audacity and bravery were just a facade. Deep down, I know that he was terrified of me. And I could see that as I stood before his cell now. Finn stood inside, his back pressed so hard against the far wall that it seemed he was trying to melt into it. His royal robes, which looked amazing when he first arrived here, were torn and filthy,
DaneI crouched to Kiara’s level, watching her shudder as my presence towered over her. The cell was dimly lit, the torchlight casting shadows that danced against her pale, trembling face. Her breath hitched, and for the first time since she had been thrown in here, she truly looked at me. Not just with defiance, not just with hatred—but with fear.Good.Then she screamed.“I will let everyone know!” Her voice cracked, raw from her previous outbursts. “They’ll know the truth! That you—” she gasped, chest heaving, “—killed Luisa’s parents! That you kept her locked away in your castle, refusing to let her leave despite being told by the council!”Her words echoed through the cold, damp space. And then I laughed.A deep, unhinged sound that filled every inch of the dungeon. It rumbled through the stone walls, making the torches flicker as if even the flames feared me.Kiara flinched.“You think,” I chuckled darkly, shaking my head, “that I care?” I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to
DaneIt was my fault. I was late. I had been held up. That was why I couldn't be there in time. I would have stopped that fool from touching her. I would have made him pay for laying his hand on her skin. He still would. They were all locked up. Lusia was barely breathing.Her body was a ruin of blood and torn flesh, her skin marred with fresh welts and deep bruises that made my vision blur with rage. She was too light in my arms, too still. Every shallow breath she took felt like a battle she was losing, and I refused—refused—to let her lose it.Her blood still coated my hands. I could see it every time I flexed my fingers, feeling the warmth of it seared into my skin like a brand. No matter how much I wanted to stay by her side, to watch over her as she fought to recover, I had unfinished business.I stormed through the hallways of the castle, my grip firm but careful, her head cradled against my chest. My coat swallowed her fragile frame, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.
Lusia Koen’s fingers ghosted over my skin, slow and possessive, as if he had all the time in the world. My body was betraying me, writhing against the cold floor, my muscles locked in a feverish heat I couldn’t control. I wanted to claw at my skin, to rid myself of this cursed reaction, but I was trapped—trapped inside my own body, trapped with him.I tried to move away from him, but I couldn't. I was still bound. I was helpless as I lay on the wooden floor. I was irritated with the way he touched me, but my body accepted his touch because it was familiar. And also because it wanted to be satisfied. The feeling of disgust and lust drowned me. I was lost on what to do. There was no escape for me. I was trapped. “I’ve missed this,” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied.A shudder wracked through me, bile rising in my throat. I waited for him to take over me. I had no other choice. King Dane wasn’t coming. I had waited for too long. I had bought him all the time in the world, but it
LusiaMy entire body locked up the moment Finn stretched his arms lazily, his expression one of boredom. He was losing interest. That should have been a good thing. But I knew better.“Well,” he said, rolling his shoulders, his voice thick with amusement, “I think that’s enough for me.”Enough for him. What the hell did he mean by that? Was this some kind of game to him? It seemed so. My stomach turned violently. He was using me for his amusement. As always. That wasn’t a surprise. He still hadn’t changed a bit. I hated him Finn never left unfinished business unless he had someone else willing to finish it for him. Dread pooled in my gut, thick and suffocating, as Kiara exchanged a look with him, silent understanding passing between them.They were leaving. And they were leaving me here. With him.That was the last thing I wanted. It was the one thing I dreaded most. Leaving me here with Koen. He was going to come at me. I was certain that he wanted me. I turned my head slightly, jus
LusiaThe moment Kiara brought me down on my knees to the wooden floor, I barely had time to catch my breath before Finn made his move. I watched him tentatively, waiting to see what his next move was going to be. Was he going to torture me the same way Kiara did? I didn’t think so. Maybe he had something else special in his mind. He rose from King Dane’s armchair, his movements slow and calculated, the kind of arrogance that made my stomach twist with anger. His boots clicked against the floor as he approached, each step echoing like a countdown to something terrible.I tried not to flinch, tried not to show how much my cheek burned from Kiara’s slap, but my body betrayed me. My breath came fast, my ribs expanding and contracting in shallow, uneven bursts. I was still kneeling from where Kiara had dragged me, my body aching from the force of it.Finn stood over me now, looking down as if I were some insignificant thing. His lips curled in disgust.“Stupid girl,” he muttered before p
LusiaI could hear the sounds of laughter and muffled conversations as I struggled to get a hold of reality. I was slowly coming back to consciousness but it was taking longer than I expected. I could feel my head pounding hard as I slowly opened my eyes. The light in the room almost blinded me and I was forced to shut them up immediately. I groaned as I tried to move my body but I couldn’t. “Look who’s finally awake,” I heard a familiar voice say. It was Kiara’s. There was no doubt about it. I opened my eyes slowly again, adapting to the light in the room. When I did, I looked around my surroundings. Before me sat my brother, Finn, in King Dane’s chair. I was surprised at the audacity he had. Coming in here and acting like he owned the place on multiple occasions was embarrassing. I never thought that defending my brother up to this point would make him disgrace himself like this. If King Dane caught him, he would be dead. There was no doubt about that. Standing by the chair was