All Chapters of A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zoe’s POV It was amazing what a difference a few days could make. My life had changed so much, almost overnight, that it was almost surreal. Blair had been transferred to the council prison to serve out her sentence and with her absence came a sense of relief. Dillon and I had accepted each other, and though the time hadn’t been right to tell my brother or our friends yet, we were enjoying our time together. Actually, “enjoying” probably wasn’t a strong enough word. Elation. Bliss. Ecstasy. Those were more accurate descriptors. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. If Webster had an entry for “thirst trap,” Dillon’s picture would be all the definition required. All of me ached to be wrapped up in him and I knew he felt the same. Even when he fucked me hard and fast, the look in his eyes, the one that said he might die if he couldn’t keep touching me, said everything I needed to know. It wasn’t all just about the sex though. It was like we were starting fresh, giving eac

Zoe’s POV “Dillon! I need you to fuck me! Now!” I whined shamelessly. “You know what it does to me when you beg, baby doll.” He smirked down at me. He may have been smiling playfully but the set of his jaw told me he would not be giving in no matter how much I pleaded with him. It had been three days and my heat had ebbed but still hadn’t died out. The poor man had to be exhausted but every time my need flared, he was ready with some new kinky idea he wanted us to try. Nothing like a she-wolf’s heat to lower, if not completely eradicate her inhibitions. If I were anywhere near my right mind, I might let things like jealousy and insecurity mar all the fabulous sex we’d had together the last three days, but I wasn’t. Fortunately, I had just enough rationality left to see that what Dillon had done in the past and who he’d done it with had no place between us. We were making our own memories and the deeply intimate things we’d shared were only strengthening our bond. Intimate and e

Zoe’s POV Dillon’s body pinned mine to the bed, our tongues still tangling together while his hands roamed my curves. His fiery touch was like a brand on my skin, marking me as his. My heart fluttered when I realized that’s exactly what I was, his. I felt his weight lift off me and opened my eyes to see him tugging his shirt over his head. I licked my lips as I watched him strip out of his pants then slowly peel down his boxers, revealing every thick inch of his raging erection. “Your turn.” He said huskily, coming to hover over me again. “I want to feel all your soft skin against mine.” I reached for the hem of my sweater but Dillon batted my hands away, replacing them with his own. He slid his hands along my torso, his thumbs running over my nipples where they strained against my lace bra as he lifted my shirt. Then he turned his attention to my jeans, popping the button with one hand and working them over my hips. “Dillon.” His name came out breathy, a plea, a claim, an offeri

Zoe’s POV The house was packed when we finally made it to the bar but we had no problem finding our group. We pushed through the tightly packed bodies to the table right in front of the stage that had become our usual spot. We were the last to arrive so all eyes were on us as we sauntered up. Zayne growled and his lips pulled back in a snarl as soon as he spotted us. But his eyes slid past me and settled on Dillon. “Why the fuck would you bring her here wearing that ridiculous excuse for a dress?” My brother ground out furiously. "Did you see all the fuckers leering at her when you walked by?” “Yeah, I saw them.” Dillon’s features darkened. “But have you met your sister? When’s the last time you were able to make her do anything? In fact, I’m pretty sure all she has to do is bat her pretty eyelashes and every one of us bows to her will, including you!” Zayne narrowed his eyes at him, frowning petulantly, but I couldn’t be bothered with their macho bullshit anymore because Sara

Zoe’s POV I blinked my eyes rapidly, hoping that my vision would clear and the creature leering at me would disappear like a bad dream. But it wasn’t a dream. The biting cold of the concrete wall at my back and the dirt floor with its jagged-edged rocks digging into my feet were terrifyingly real. My arms were strung up over my head, bound in metal chains and attached to a silver ring hanging from the ceiling. My feet were shackled in iron manacles attached to the floor. My naked body was stretched taut and the silver cuffs on my wrists singed my skin with any attempt to move. The remnants of whatever drug they’d given me still burned in my veins, no doubt responsible for my still blurred vision. I should have been thankful I couldn’t see clearly but when the creature moved toward me in a blur of black scales and streaks of green from his luminescent eyes it was all the more horrific. A scream died in my throat as the black shadow drew suffocatingly close, morphing into more o