Feyre’s POV“Alright ladies. Let’s try that again one more time.” The sex instructor Ms. Arella ordered. I let out a deep sigh and reluctantly put my lips back on my sex toy.This one was very dark with prominent grooves all over it that were supposed to be veins. I had been incredibly embarrassed when Arella dropped it in front of me at the start of this class but like it was with everything else I’d done since I arrived at this place, I didn’t have a choice. One hour later and I still couldn’t look at it without flushing. Despite how many unspeakable things I’d had to do in front of everyone.I didn’t see why most of the other girls still had to bother with this stupid and humiliating exercise. Surely they were good enough by now, some of them having been doing this for months. I saw with my own eyes how far many of them could go. Lengths that I thought were physically impossible would be done by a girl with frightening ease. They even gloated at us ‘poorer performers’. Yet twice ev
Feyre’s POVMy nightmare began after breakfast that morning. I hadn’t even finished with my bowl of oatmeal and strawberries when a maid came to get me.“Madame Esmelda would like to see you in her office.”She said. The little I had left of my appetite disappeared immediately.Five minutes later, I was walking into Madame Esmelda’s office, dreading whatever it was she had to tell me.She looked up expectantly when I entered. Her assistant was standing next to her behind her desk, leaning to look over a document they were both pouring over.“Feyre. You’re here. Good.”She leaned back in her chair.“You’re to go with Lottie at once. General Oben would like to see you.”I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. I’d known I’d be starting soon but I would have thought I had till at least this evening to prepare. First thing in the morning and I was to be violated?“I hope you know better than to keep that stupid look on your face while with your patrons.”She sneered and my mouth snapped clos
Feyre’s POVI walked on leaden legs back to the Harem. My already bad day turned for the worse when I entered the reception and spotted Garrick leaning against the front desk. I froze at the entrance, knowing I would not like whatever it was he was about to tell me. I shut my eyes against the tears of frustration that gathered and did my best to pull myself together.A part of my meager will restored, I forced my way over to Garrick, and sensing me, he turned to face me just before I reached him.He started to speak when his eyes honed in on the cheek where General Oben had hit me. I didn’t know if I had a mark there but his slap had been hard enough that it still tingled even now. A frown marred his angelic features.“What happened to you?”He said gesturing to my cheek. “General Oben punished me for something.”Garrick’s frown deepened. “Oben? Why were you with him this morning?”I stared at him. Was he unaware of what I was here for? Or that that my learning time was over?“I’ve be
Feyre’s POVThe entire convoy drove to a large private forest belonging to Xaden’s family, about an hour away from the palace, a few miles to the outskirts of the Lycan city.I had put Garrick’s jacket back on my body to ward off the chill of the Air conditioning. I stared idly out the window, watching the coal tar of the streets and high bustling buildings turn into rocky roads with trees that curtained either side.I occasionally stole looks at Garrick who worked quietly on an iPad, golden hair falling all over his handsome face. He’d been so busy the entire trip, going through files and making several calls on his phone. He’d been on his iPad ever since and didn’t put it away until the car started to slow.He repacked everything neatly into a briefcase he’d brought along and looked over at me.“We’re here.”I’d been anxious before but it had been more of a low hum that the roaring spike it became after hearing that. He held out a hand for his jacket and I reluctantly shrugged it of
Feyre’s POVI ran as fast as I could, ducking through trees, stepping heedlessly into leaf patches I couldn’t see as I tried desperately to get away from the snarling Lycan fast approaching.I hadn’t known I could command such speed, but I didn’t have time to be impressed by it, Xaden closing the ground between us with every second. He seemed to be toying with me, a knowledge that frustrated and added to my panic. One moment he was snapping at my heels, making me stumble as I ran, sure that he would grab me then. The next he would fall back, allowing me get a few paces ahead before he pressed his advantage again.He continued this game of his until we got out of the woods and were back in the plains before he pounced on me. His heavyweight knocked me to the floor, large paws landing on either side of my head.I scrambled to my back so I could keep him in view and tried to scuttle away.He roared in my face, powerful snout opening wide to reveal a wicked row of razor-sharp teeth. I sti
Feyre’s POVI gasped, jerking around to see two Lycans standing side by side, the one who was responsible for the action staring down at me still with his tongue hanging out. I trembled and tried to scramble backward to no avail. One of them swiped out a clawed hand, hooking it under the back of my leg and pulling me over to him. I lifted my ass to avoid dragging it across the bare floor and ended up assisting him to place my body right before them. The rest of the men were with the other females, in various acts of coitus. Like I’d observed earlier, the male-to-female ratio was sorely lacking and I was the only option left to compensate. Unlike the other females, I wasn’t a were so they, Like Xaden, were much too big for me. “No. No please!” I pleaded desperately but they paid me no heed. One of them pushed me down on my back with his snout, sniffing and licking all around my face in a canine kiss. The other had his snout and wet nose buried in my crotch, tongue lapping at my sex
Feyre’s POVThe guards approached with the wolves on the end of tightly held chains. They acted like wild animals, two of them especially, snapping and snarling, lips frothing with foam as they both desperately tried to get to the third wolf who was walking several feet away from them. They were tightly muzzled but it did little to stop them.The third wolf was much calmer though not by much, with snarls and whines coming out of its throat. It was smaller than the other two and I had the sense that it was female even before they came closer.“Mordric has a most interesting theory concerning you, my dear,” Xaden said as they approached, casting my attention back to him.“I think he’d be in a better position to explain.” Xaden looked at the man. “Mordric, I’m sure everyone else will like to know what you intend to do for little wolfless here.”Mordric looked all too pleased to speak.“It is simple my liege. All weres have within them an innate ability to morph into an animal form. For m
Feyre’s POV I ran into the forest as fast as my legs could carry me, leaves crunching under my thundering feet, branches breaking to bits as I stepped all over them.I stumbled once or twice but managed to keep myself upright and kept running.I could hear them behind me, the vicious wild animals they had set loose on me, snarling and growling as they chased me furiously, getting closer with every second.The afternoon sun had begun to set, making it harder to see underneath the thicket of trees than it had been earlier.Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision and making it harder for me to see the forest floor.I had run out of breath, muscles aching with the effort I had been expending within the past two hours. Still, I ran, the consequences of stopping too much for me to bear.My mind whirred, working overtime to decide where I could go. I needed to hide. And somehow get this female’s scent off me before the frenzied males did something I would regret for the rest of my
Feyre’s POVMy eyes closed, pain and shock emanating from my heart. Something was digging into my chest and closing around my already constricted heart. It was going to kill me—“Dymon stop! He’s tied himself with her! She’ll die if you kill him!” I heard someone— Possibly Garrick— scream.There was a moment of hesitation before the pain regressed as suddenly as it came and I started to heal, a dull ache left in its place.I heard a gleeful, maniacal laugh that could only be Xaden’s but it was far away. Dymon was near instead, cradling me into his arms with all the gentleness in the world, a look of worry on his face.“Are you okay?” He said anxiously. Xaden’s growled, cutting off any answer I might have had.“Keep your hands off my mate you filthy blood-sucker!”Dymon gaze flicked to him for a moment, dismissive as ever. One moment we were on the floor of Xaden’s odd shrine, the next he rose with me in his arms, moving with insane speed to another part of the castle.I didn't recogni
Feyre’s POVRetribution came hard and fast, a slap cracking across my cheek. I stumbled backward, clutching one side of my face, saved from tumbling to the floor by the wall that backed me. Xaden looked enraged as he glared down at me.“What right have you to refuse me whore?” He growled, his entire demeanor changing within the twinkle of an eye.“I don't—” A loud, rapid knock interrupted whatever it was I’d been going to say. A good thing too because I certainly would have gotten myself killed if I leaned into this anger. All the spite I felt kept bubbling up to my lips and spilling forth from them. A dangerous thing considering who I was talking to. For the first time since I’d felt it, I tried to control some of that boldness and anger that surged through me. It immediately quietened.Xaden noticed my sudden quiescence enough that his golden eye flicked over to me, a curious glint in them, before turning back to the person who had burst in on us without his permission.It was Garri
Feyre’s POVMy father barely had me for a full hour before I was bundled into a black bulletproof van and whipped away from my childhood home. I hadn’t seen any of my step-siblings and I hadn’t wanted to. Hell, I hadn’t even wanted to see my father. I’d spent the entire time in his custody with my eyes firmly shut, praying to wake up from the horrible dream I was in. He hadn’t said much to me, my father. He’d gruffly asked me if I’d had my first shift now that the curse was lifted. I’d given him a look but hadn’t deigned to respond and after several uneventful tries, he’d left it, and me, well alone.I hadn’t been told but I knew where I was being taken and I dreaded it. I didn’t need to overhear my captors or try to map the direction we were going in. I knew who had made my father kidnap me and give me away immediately without even trying to exploit my newfound powers himself first. I knew whose power and wealth extended through all wolven territories, enough that even the remote isl
Dymon's POVI should never have listened to Golran. In the weeks that followed my return to Drusden, that one regret was at the forefront of my mind.I had previously thought myself above such petty inclinations, but as day after without Feyre’s presence passed, I couldn't help but think how much I missed her. I fell into a petulant gloom, spending most of my days brooding in my office, thinking about her all the time in between a few productive hours when I got things done.Centuries of a life lived made it easy to put things out of mind especially once they were out of sight. Yet, I found myself indulging in memories, not to mention fantasies, all revolving around this one person.She was a slip of a girl. Barely twenty-one and yet had a wariness to her that belied pain lasting a century. Of course, she hadn’t been so wary the last night we’d spent together. No— then she had been confident and bold, brimming with passion and oozing a desire she’d eventually drowned me with.By the g
Feyre’s POVIt had been two weeks since Dymon left the island and it wasn't any easier to accept. I tried, for the most part, to act as normally as possible. I went to meals with my family and got to know them. I went for walks through the garden with my grandfather and heard more tales— not just of my mother— but of the island and dire wolves even.I spoke to Dymon, but only sometimes, on the phone he got me. He sent text messages and I would stare at them for hours, days even, before I replied.I was angry, I think, although I did not dare say it. I didn’t think it my place or right to ask why, to tell him not to go. So I remained silent and occasionally told him I was fine whenever he checked in.That he would run so suddenly, without any explanation after the night we shared threw me off entirely. For a moment, I’d thought there was something between us.Something past the desire that was keeping us going.He hadn't even let us entertain the thought, or really talk about it all be
Dymon’s POVI wasn’t surprised when barely an hour after breakfast, a maid came to request my presence at Golran’s office. The exchange between Feyre and I couldn’t have lasted more than seconds, but it was enough for his sharp eyes to notice and now I suspected I was going to be cross-examined on my intentions or any actions I’d taken on his granddaughter so far. I wasn’t at all ready for it, I had yet to examine my feelings on the drastic way my relationship with Feyre had suddenly… evolved. Still, while I was here, I preferred to sow seeds of goodwill and keep the peace by doing as requested. It would make things easier, not just for me, but for Feyre.With that in mind, I swallowed my longsuffering sigh and followed the maid, allowing her to lead me once again to Golran’s office.He was waiting for me to arrive, his eyes snapping to the door the moment I knocked and opened it. The maid didn’t enter with me and I closed the door behind me before taking one of the seats he silently
Feyre POVI was in a much clearer head space when I woke up the next morning. I sat up feeling better than I could remember feeling in years and blinked at the half-naked vampire standing a few meters beside the bed, murmuring into a phone. A rush of memories from the night before came tumbling into my mind, resulting a rose tinge on my cheeks. There was a dull ache in my limbs, a pleased tingle between my thighs which hinted that a repeat performance would not be out of place.He turned then, crimson eyes catching my gaze and he paused for a moment as we stared at each other.It took a few more moments, but he rounded up his call, staring at me the entire time until he finally hung up. Even then he didn’t look away. He stalked towards me, an appreciative glint in his eyes that made me shiver. It wasn’t until that heated gaze swept down my body and back, the desire in them thickening, that I realized I was naked. Arousal quickened my pulse and puckered my nipples and I shivered again
Feyre’s POVThere was a need in me that I couldn’t put my finger on. I didn’t understand it at first, but it had consumed my every thought since I set my eyes on Dymon again, after returning to consciousness. I didn’t know if it was a side-effect of the spell or if it was something else entirely, but I had been inordinately pleased by him and now, I itched with a desire to make him mine.His lips moved over my own, gentle yet firm and I drank greedily, the flames of need fanning ever so higher. Such exquisite pleasure was foreign to me, yet I embraced it with eagerness and glee that I could hardly believe. Dymon himself was very careful, but then, he always was. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders as if he was doing his best to keep me at bay even as we kissed. Discontent licked at my insides, along with that fiercely burning need again and I did the first thing I was sure would assuage it. I pressed closer against him and the action seemed to please him as much as it did me beca
Dymon’s POVOnce Feyre clung to me, she didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t claim to dislike it, so being the hedonistic creature I was, I eagerly indulged her, slipping my arm around her waist so I could draw her even closer— as close as I could get away with in polite company like this.I ignored the dirty looks the half-breed Elvin witch sent my way, glancing down at Feyre instead. Her purple eyes, brighter and richer somehow, neigh pulsed back at me.“It worked?” She asked, disbelief clear in her voice and a smile tugged at my lips, relief washing through me as the realization hit.She pulled away from me to stare down at her own body and left me mourning the loss of her closeness. Her warmth. Her face held a mixture of wonder and disbelief, even as the realization slowly dawned.“Something feels a little different, but not too much to be honest. I feel… normal.” She said inclining her head as she regarded me. My breath caught in my throat seeing the way her eyes glittered, the unde