Marlie hobbled behind Zhander, her hands still in his as they entered a building that was just a tad bit smaller than the one she was in before. The doors were wide open and low music was buried beneath the chattering of the many people who were on the inside. They were all dressed elegantly, men wearing suits and ties and women wearing fancy dresses. They were drinking wine, eating food, enjoying their lives while humans had to live their whole life suffering.It was unfair, equality was something this world lacked, and it was only sad that humans lived on the inferior side of it.“Be good…”Those were Zhander’s last words before he walked her beyond the doors and into a place she was now scared to be. To dwell against the same people who’s been holding her kind captive for years was torturous, and the fact that they were celebrating it made this all even worst.“Zhander…! I see you’ve made it…everyone has been waiting for your arrival.” Somebody walked towards them; a man thick in b
Marlie’s steps took her up the stairs; slow and cautious. Her hands were sweating by her sides, her lips pursed in worry. Zhander would kill her if he found her now, he had specifically told her not to leave his side. So why in heaven’s name was she here?Sighing, she walked up the last step, seeing nothing but a balcony barred off by railings. The black jacket she had tailed had somehow vanished, had she just imagined it? Was she following someone that wasn’t even rea~? Marlie gasped when an arm slithered around her waist, pulling her to the balcony that reigned mightily above the land. Her back was pressed against the wall and dark obsidian eyes hovered over her, staring so deep into her blue ones. “Who are you?” His face was a replica of Zhander’s and yet his voice wasn’t. It wasn’t as deep, wasn’t as scary, it was soft…gentle, and perhaps that’s why Marlie felt the need to answer. “A-A slave.” “Not that…I mean your name, what is your name?” “It’s Marlie.” His eyes, why were th
She shook her head frantically, lips quivering. “P-Please don’t.” “I shouldn’t, huh?” He pressed the button and Marlie gasped where she was crouched on the floor. “You should consider yourself lucky…if you weren’t such a special human, you’d be dead already. This isn’t even the highest level, want to experience it?” The buttons clicked again and Marlie’s fingers scraped pitifully against the floor, her body growing stiff as she trembled. The vibrations were higher than they were before, it quickly aroused the heat in the pit of her stomach, creating flutters she couldn’t control. There were moans fighting to slip through her mouth, but Marlie would not let them out. She had embarrassed herself enough already, and then this…? Her fingers clenched, her back leaning against the walls as she looked up into his dark and unrelenting eyes. “Stop…make it stop.” “A human telling not just a werewolf but a lycan what to do? That sounds so ironic.” He stepped towards her, swiping his thumb acr
Marlie woke up in her new prison, wrapped in arms that were warm and would’ve been comfortable if she didn’t know who’s they were. Zhander’s… His face was the first thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open, and then her surroundings. His eyes were closed, and it was now that she wished she had that fork from earlier. She might’ve lost consciousness, but she vividly remembered what happened; the embarrassment, and most of all, his disturbing words and the anger he had poured atop of her head…anger that she did not deserve. Her body pushed away from him, her eyes casting around the room for something, anything. He was vulnerable now, he could easily be killed and there would be n~ “Human…? Are you awake now?” Marlie stiffened immediately, her head swinging back towards him. His eyes, they were open now and just as dark as they were at the celebration. With a heart that palpitated strongly, she pushed further away from him, a certain heavy feeling weighing her down as she shoved
When Marlie woke up the next morning, she was alone in bed and the room, it was completely empty. There was no Zhander, the only company she had was the sunlight that flooded through the curtains. She sat up, looking down at the thin, plaided pants she wore and the matching blouse.So he had really changed her clothes like he said last night, but how could only that ever grant her comfort?Sighing, she shuffled off the bed and walked over to the door, twisting the knob to see if they had mistakenly left it open. However, she was as unlucky as always because the door was indeed locked.Her eyes glanced around the room, seeing it for what it was. Another prison, only this one didn’t have bars, the walls weren’t dirty and it didn’t smell moldy and rotten.But it caged her just like the last one did, it had walls that barred her away from the outside and a door that she couldn’t unlock. She felt just as lonely too, the wind from the window was the only thing that whispered to her and the
Marlie hid the knife and the fork on either side of her hips, the waistband of her pants holding the cold metal objects in place as she was led outside of the room by the man from earlier. His hand was locked around hers as he brought her down the hallway back to that golden transportation device, the one that could take her ‘up’ as well as ‘down’. She hadn’t gotten used to it as yet, considering that she had only been in there twice. Its motion was confusing, and it made her feel uncomfortable in inexplainable ways, but it was a creative way of transportation, one werewolves were clever enough to come up with. The doors were automatic, letting them in as soon as they got close enough. The man beside her clicked some buttons and as soon as the doors slid shut again, the machine went down with a weird and annoying noise. It stopped in a minute or so and he led her out of it and towards the exit. Even though her eyes had looked past every corner in this place, it was still surprising
“You’re mine…my human…my slave…my Marlie. And it’s not just a declaration of ownership, it is far more than that…you would never understand. So, stop being so stubborn, I admit that I am to be blamed for the hatred in your eyes, but jealousy, anger and desperation can make a man do things that are even against his own will.” Marlie’s lips opened and closed as she sought out words to say… F*ck off… Psychopath… Monster… Disgusting… Those words didn’t seem like a valid response at the moment, that was probably why she kept her mouth shut…that and perhaps because of the way her heart was now beating with something other than fear. His hot breath against her lips was doing something to her, and the tingles that riveted around her wrist from his touch were making her stomach flutter uncomfortably. His proximity was already so close, but why in heaven’s name was she wishing he was closer? Turning away, she broke the intense eye contact, licking her lips nervously. “M-Move…” “No…I wou
“I’ve eaten you up already, Marlie…now I’d like for you to eat me up too…using that tight and juicy p*ssy of yours.” Marlie shivered at his words, her body stiffening when he lifted her from the floor. “Lock your legs around me…arms over my shoulder.” She acquiesced, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Now brace yourself, angel…I’m going to put it in.” Marlie squinted her eyes shut. What was she really doing? Why was she just letting him do this? How could she ju…?“I don’t…stop…I don~” His c*ck ran along her clit, silencing her immediately when it settled at her entrance. “I was going to wait until we were on good grounds, but you messed up Marlie. You should’ve known that seeing you turned on is inclined to drive me crazy. Stopping is beyond me right now…my c*ck is painfully throbbing to be inside of you…just like that time…” “No…I~” Marlie bit her lip when the tip of his c*ck pushed past her entrance, gliding slowly against her walls as he entered
So much for not going in when she was in there now, shaking like a leaf in Zhander’s arms. The bastard had shoved her in without a warning and when she was on the brink of drowning, he had come to her rescue. “You’re e-evil…I almost drowned.”“You weren’t drowning Marlie, you were just being overly dramatic.”“I wasn’t…” Marlie’s hands gripped his shoulders tighter, glancing down at the water that almost killed her. “I was going to die.”“As if I’d let that happen, stop exaggerating…the water is so shallow that we’re literally sitting in it.”Marlie puffed her cheeks, she didn’t have a comeback for that because it was the truth. They really were sitting in it ~Zhander at the bottom and her in his lap~ and the water only managed to reach up to the center of her back.But still, because of it, her hair was wet now and her nose was stuffy. “You didn’t have to d…”“Marlie…” His hands started to create circular motions on her back. “I thought we agreed that you’d beg me to f*ck you as soon
Zhander watched as his driver hauled the suitcase out of the car trunk before slamming it shut. “Where should I put it?” “Just follow me, Greg.” The middle-aged human obliged, following Zhander back towards where Xanthus and Romere stood, waiting for him with a small backpack in both their hands. “We didn’t bring much, but we brought clothes for the celebration tonight.” Xanthus looked around. “But I never thought I’d hate coming back here as much as I do now.” Zhander sighed, following his gaze towards where some of Zaid’s pack members stood. They were walking and staring and talking. It must be surprising that he was here since he hadn’t visited since Rosa’s death, so it was normal for them to stare, for them to talk…but them doing that only reminded him of back then when they all chose his brother instead of choosing him…when they all turned their backs on him claiming he was incompetent and unable to rule… And for that…he hated these lands and the very people on it. “Don’t min
Marlie slid out of Zhander’s arms, the towel garnered beneath her on the sheets that had been too wet to sleep on last night shifting along with her movements. Zhander stirred beside her, his heavy arm falling around her waist once again. “Where are you going?”“It’s none of your business…” Marlie looked away from him, away from his squinted eyes and away from the bold and annoying tattoo on his chest. “It’s nothing.”Zhander perched his head on his palm, staring down at her with deep curiosity. “If you were looking for your dress, then it’s all torn. I had the maids pack us a suitcase of clothes in the trunk of the car, but last night it had been too late to pack them out. I’ll go instruct someone to get them so you can shower and get dressed.” He sat up, finally releasing her. “Stay here until I get back.”Marlie’s eyes floated back over to him, holding a glare that depicted her hate for him. “Like I have anywhere else to go…how will I go outside naked?”“You’re right…” Zhander smil
Marlie clenched her hands against the sheets as Zhander stripped himself of clothes. He’d never done it before…the other times they’d done this, Marlie was the only person naked. But now that Zhander’s chest was bare, she couldn’t help but acquaint her eyes. There was a wolf howling towards a broken moon drawn beautifully on his chest, and these four letters were written beneath it… R. O. S. A. It was that name again…the one that now lived in her head; Rosa… Marlie blinked away from it, ignoring the way her heart churned in what she could only call pain. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, the fact that the name was printed across his chest didn’t sit right with her…she didn’t like it. It contradicted the words he’d just said. He said she was made for him and him for her…if that was so…why was Rosa’s name on his chest? Marlie’s hands loosened the sheets to cover herself once again…. She felt self-conscious all of a sudden…she felt as though she lacked something, something th
“Because I…I want you to f*ck me.” An animalistic growl left Zhander’s lips and after that, Marlie found herself on the bed and him on top of her. “You don’t know what you do to me…I swear.” He ripped the top of her dress and Marlie gasped out in surprise at the sound of the material being destroyed. “Turn around angel…let me take the corset off too.” Marlie slowly turned her back to him, feeling as he easily unlaced the leather material, pulling it off of her. He undid her bra and pulled her dress down her legs before turning her back to face him. “Don’t let this be like the last time…if you end up regretting our mating again it’ll be painful.” His finger ran along the waistband of her panty and Marlie stared anywhere but at him. “I-I won’t…” “So you’re telling me that I won’t have to worry about the pain? I won’t have to worry about your glares…any harsh words or your tears?” “I’m not a baby…I won’t cry, not this time.” “And if you do…must I punish you?” “A-Are you challengin
Zhander pulled away from the kiss, and Marlie shuffled uncomfortably in her spot. Her panty was wet, and her body was shaking. She thought the kiss would quell her desire, but it did nothing but heighten it. “I’ve dreamt of you actually taking the initiative…but I never thought I’d actually get to see it in real life. I can smell how needy you are, Marlie…I know, I’m sure that you want me.” Marlie clenched her legs together when the sound of his voice started to disturb her in multiple ways…just the sound of it had heat flaring up within her. Her core kept clenching and unclenching, and her clit kept convulsing. “This side of you gives me hope…” He forced his hand between her closed thighs, feeling for the part of her that was more desperate than any other. “That you will really be mine soon.” Marlie moaned when he roughly clutched onto her…though there was a dress, though there was a panty…she could still feel it all…the sparks and the undeniable pleasure. “Z-Zhander…!” “Hmm…?” H
“Shhh angel…” An unexpected smirk formed on his lips as he roughly grabbed her face. “The fact that you didn’t answer was what saved you…because if you had…I’d have broken your neck right there and then…” “So, I…you’re not angry? You’re not going to punish me?” “No, I am angry, but I won’t punish you…not if you open your mouth.” Marlie fumbled with her dress, her eyes casting away from him. She knew what those words meant, if she opened her mouth like last time, he’d kiss her again…and did she want that? Marlie shook her head, pursing her lips together…her fear wouldn’t make her do stupid things again. “No.” “As defiant as the very first day I met you.” He chuckled as his hand fell from her face, his head gently falling against her shoulder. “You did well…if you had answered when he called…if he had touched you…I’d have really lost it. I’m the only person you should answer to…that name, I should be the only one to call it and get a response.” Marlie felt guilty…after all, she kne
As soon as they descended from the woods, Marlie was greeted with multiple buildings compressed against each other. Some were short, some were tall, but all were coated in white paint. Xanthus hauled her towards the tallest one, making sure the sound of her slippers scraping against the stone paved entryway could be heard. “Let go of me!” “Shut that little insolent mouth of yours, I’m merely assisting you…don’t be ungrateful.” Marlie glared towards him, she knew now that he didn’t like her, but the feeling was mutual, because the mere fact that he was a werewolf made her hate him too. Huffing, she stayed still as he continued to drag her into the building. There were a few people around who bowed to Zhander who walked in front, but apart from that, they were walking in an empty hall, nothing but bland, white walls. It was until they walked a ‘mile’ more that they were able to see something other than the f*cking walls and it was a f*cking white door. Zhander shoved it open and in
After being forced to eat, Marlie brushed her teeth, took her bath, and then she was forced into a corset that squeezed tightly against her skin. A dress that fell lower than her ankles was zipped over it and then she was told to put her feet into shoes she couldn’t even walk in. Twice she had nearly fallen on her face, and it was close to the third time that Zhander had taken pity on her and given her slippers instead. Her hair was lightly trimmed and straightened and after about an hour of ‘getting ready’, she was standing in front of Zhander who was well put together as well. He was wearing a suit, just like the night of the celebration, but his hair was caught way neater. The back was loose, floating in curls down by his shoulders, but the top was garnered and then neatly wrapped. It was nice, or it rather made him look nice. Like a gentleman he looked, especially with that smile on his lips. “Just as I expected…you’re an angelic being Marlie.” He got it wrong…he was the angel