The Gladiator Wolf King - Book 3 のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

KELLEN The pull of the boat had my guts sloshing around again as I felt it come to a slow and begin to turn. The heavy creaking sound of the metal and the crash of shallow waves made the large transport sway, and in turn, my body was tugged left and right, making my restraints rub harder on my sore joints and dug into the bleeding wrists more, as I attempted to stay upright and on my feet. Darrius unlocked my cage and, wearing a thick pair of gloves, produced two pairs of silver, thick cuffs with spikes on the inside of them. I immediately recognized what they were. Lamia and Mike had given me detailed descriptions of the spiked cuff things they used to restrain Lamia and keep her wolf subdued. He clamped them first around my ankles, making sure they were tight. The heavy chain connecting the two cuffs rattled as he placed them. The spikes pierced through my skin and the silver burned. He tightened them more until I could feel those sharp points digging into my bone. I bit bac

LAMIA 5 Days after Kellen disappeared I was the strongest wolf in the realm. One of the most skilled battle strategists known! I was strong! At least I was physically, Mentally? I exhaled a long slow breath. Mentally, I wasn’t strong. Not when it came to matters of the heart. I believed in our fate whole heartily and believed in the Moon Goddess’ path for us. My mother had said to me not that long ago “Your greatest weakness is your love, but it is also your greatest strength.” We need to find Kellen. I need to find Kellen. I promised him forever. Maybe not the forever we thought we were going to have at one point. Either way, I would always be by his side. Mathias came into our room with a cold compress, leaned me forward, and pressed it against my back. “How are you doing?” His concern for me was evident in his voice and I could feel his worry through the bond. “I need to get out there; I need to be with Mike,” I stated with a sigh. “Abso-fucking-lutely NOT!” Was his rep

KELLEN The morning after they stuck me in the back of the neck with that large needle that made me feel like my brain was an inferno, I found myself being transported again, with the same three men, the Beta, the Omega, and the mute rogue. This time they had ushered us into an open-back truck, with our little sack of supplies. They had put silver cuffs on us again, thankfully without the spikes this time. The truck slowly moved through the town, down the dirt and stony road. The truck bounced and jarred us around and the hot sun beat down upon our bare skin, causing the skin on my still healing back to be pulled tight. The dried blood and skin pulled tightly and caused me slight discomfort. I lifted my hand to the back of my neck, feeling the hard, small lump that sat just below the surface of the skin. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what they injected into me, but by the feel of it, it was a kind of chip, maybe? I could feel Conri stirring in the back of my mind but his communi

KELLEN Our ‘digs’ were primitive, but I dint expect much more. We had running water and a toilet, That was good enough for me. Although we are called slaves, I didn’t expect the level of treatment to be… well to be as good as this. I mean don’t get me wrong, there was nothing, absolutely nothing nice about this place and the people, but the fact that they gave us toothbrushes and toothpaste was a luxury. The food… hmm. It was food. We would get porridge in the morning and a piece of bread and fruit in the evening. The third meal was only when they remembered to bring it. I have seen humans treated a lot worse than this back home, especially in the boroughs where human slavery was still a problem. A problem we were working on as a kingdom, we wanted equal rights for all races. I woke when the first rays of light hit my cot. I managed to snag the cot by the open barred window, a prime view of the compound, where I would be able to watch the comings and goings of people as well as th

LAMIA Mathias walked into the Clan Mansion, Xander and Abner close behind him. The smell of blood permeated the air and clung to Mathias covering up his scent of aged black rum and vanilla. I crinkled my nose at the offending metallic and stale scent and my stomach churned. Certain smells would set me off and it was a tossup of whether I would be ‘tossing’ up my stomach or not. “Did he say anything?” I asked Mathias as he bent to kiss me. “No.” Was his one-word answer. I looked into his Silver eyes holding them for a moment. “Did you give him a chance to say anything?” I asked then raised my hand to cover my nose, the scent of blood making my insides gurgle and had me gulping the thick saliva that sat at the bottom of my throat. They were meant to be interrogating Finnegan, who had been sitting in the same cells my father and I had once been housed in. Although, I had a feeling they had just been working him over and not even asking him any questions, or giving him a chance to ans