All Chapters of Savannah: The Pack's Outcast: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Third Person's POVHis eyes were planted on the paperwork streaked across his desk, engrossed that a light knock on the door caused him to jolt upright, almost falling from his seat.."Come in" Reginald ordered and a wolf guard bowed before, setting himself in front of the prince.."The Alpha calls for you." The guard announced loudly. "He asks to see you immediately."He left before Reginald could even acknowledge his words."Fuck." He groaned, frustration etched into his features as he slid deeper into his seat. what did that old man want from him now?Reginald hated every meeting he had with him. Other than the fact that the king saw everything as a matter of urgency, the cold bond between the both of them made each meeting and the smallest conversations strained with tension..A tired yawn escaped him and he checked the time on my Rolex Submariner. It's was 8pm already. It wasn't until now he just realized he'd been seated in one spot, sorting out documents for the past three hou

Reginald's eyes snapped open, the soft morning light casting a haunting glow across the room. His gaze landed on Savannah, curled up on the cold floor, dried tear tracks on her bruised cheeks. A feeling of guilt mixed with frustration welled up within him.The previous night had been a blur, an ugly culmination of anger and resentment that had led him to force his way with her . Regret gnawed at him as he watched her sleep, but his inner turmoil only fueled his disdain. He wasn't filled with regret that he'd raped her, but for the fact that he'd cheated on Rachel. But who could blame him. Rachel refused to come see him because she was angry that he was engaged to that worthless Savannah."You're a constant reminder of everything I didn't want," he whispered bitterly, his voice barely louder than a breath. He had never wanted this marriage, and his heart belonged to someone else.Savannah stirred, a faint moan escaping her lips, but she remained asleep, her pain hidden beneath the surf

“Here’s the key to my room,” Ryker barked, lips pressed into a straight line. “Clean her up and prepare her to be presented to her family.”As Bernice took the key he dangled between them and turned to leave, he suddenly stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.The ghost of a smile briefly traveled over his lips. “You know what? On second thought, do not treat Savannah’s injury. Get her changed into cleaner clothes but leave her bruises as they are.”A look of fear darted across Bernice’s eyes but she still nodded before skittering away. Usually, Ryker was everyone’s favorite prince with his easygoing playboy nature but at the same time, you didn’t want to be on his wrong side. He could be as ruthless as the other men in the family if warranted.Watching Bernice disappear down the hall, a nerve ticked in his jaw as he ground his teeth furiously. “Let’s see how they react to their daughter’s apparent suffering.” He muttered under his breath before storming away to the general hall wher

Savannah whirled on her heels but before she could take any step further, fingers clamped around her arm and yanked her backwards.A lump formed in her lungs and her tears stuttered as she looked up at Ryker. His face was a mask of anger and it terrified the living daylights out of her because she’d never seen him this angry.“Why the fuck are you so stupid?” He yelled into face, eyes flashing with something hotter than rage. The look in his eyes could incinerate her and melt her into a puddle. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”Her breath caught and she held his blazing gaze for a long moment, his face swimming in her watery eyes and the words next words tumbled of out her mouth before she could control them.“I am not you! I wasn’t privileged to be raised in a family that loves me!” She screamed, her face crumpling from the ache sitting on her chest. “Everyone hates me. I am a worthless slave. Not to be wanted by anyone! So fucking hang me if I want death. I have no choice in the li

Blood mixed with a sticky white substance leaked out from her center as she laid wrecked at the bottom of the bed. The trauma of the abuse she’d just gone through was so intensive that she couldn’t even cry.Her breathing hitched as she caught a glimpse of the small wooden stick that was abandoned in the center of the room. She couldn’t believe that minutes ago, that stick had been shoved up into her private part by Reginald as he tied her down to the bed and raped her with it. It hurt so much.As the door clicked open, a fearful gasp tore through her lips and she forced herself to sit upright, slumping back against the wood of the bed as it turned out to be Bernice.“What did he do to you, oh goddess?!” She exclaimed as she walked into the room. Her eyes widened as large as saucers when she noticed the stick coated with blood on the floor. “Don’t tell me… Don’t tell me he…did that to you…with…that!” Bernice’s short hair flung every which way as she shook her head in disbelief, instea