All Chapters of Wolfless Temptation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Feyre’s POVI lay quietly on my bed, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Mishka snored lightly from the bed next to mine. She’d come back much later than I had and called out to me. I’d pretended to be asleep though, unable to face anybody just yet. I didn’t think I could form a coherent sentence without dissolving into pathetic tears and I was sure Mishka had her own woes to tend to considering she was coming back almost seven hours later after being called away first. I’d been awake all night, unable to get a wink of sleep. Every sudden sound made me jump, ever terrified that it was the Lycan King coming to vandalize me again. The one time I’d fallen asleep, Xaden’s arms and one good eye had jerked me awake with a choked scream. I was lucky Mishka had been deeply asleep, pulled underneath by her own exhaustion. Ever since then, I remained awake, the jarring memories of the event replaying over and over again in my head. I’d showered after limping back to my room, but I still

Feyre’s POVI was lying on my bed, flipping through my second book two days later when a knock came at my door.Mishka was out getting her laundry so I was alone inside. I sat up on my bed with a frown. “Come in.” The door creaked open to reveal a maid. “You’ve been summoned to the reception, Miss. You are to dress presentably and be there in five minutes.” My hackles rose. “Summoned by who?” I asked but she didn’t reply to me, closing the door with a click now that her message had been delivered. I stared after her, my anxiety, an all too familiar companion these days, rising instantly. I got out of bed, washed my face, and ran a brush through my black tresses before dressing in some sort of red lace teddy that made me blush to even look at. It had garters on the thigh with more straps around my back and waist. It came with a matching robe that didn’t do much for my modesty, as small and thin as it was. Still, I wrapped it around my body as best as I could. It wo

Feyre’s POVI remained kneeling at Xaden’s feet for the rest of the day, numbed by this new realization while the men laughed and drank, some even smoking all around me. Others trickled it, more girls being fetched to serve as party favors. There were mostly nobles and a few retired generals, all brimming with excitement at the disaster they had wreaked on yet another innocent werewolf kingdom. I was ignored for the most part where I was on the floor and I was grateful for it. The first girl I’d met here had long been made topless, the three others who had later joined all sitting or laying across the lap of one man or the other, being pawed relentlessly by multiple hands. Occasionally, I was asked to get up and serve something or fetch another. “To King Xaden! Ruler of the northern straits and soon to the emperor of Lycans and wolves alike!” One of his guests raised in toast and a boisterous cheer rang around the room. “To our brave warriors who keep conquering us territo

Feyre’s POVI tried not to breathe too loudly. Tried not to move. Tried not to let my heart beat too fast or any of the other things that would alert a highly sensitive lycan or wolf shifter to my presence behind the wall. I had no such luck because the voices seized all of a sudden, footsteps speeding up. “Who’s there?” I heard a moment later and I immediately turned, trying to run. I had barely made it three steps when they caught me. Hands wrapped around my waist from behind, drawing me into a hard, tall body. I struggled uselessly, squirming and kicking the air as I tried to escape that vice-like grip. The other man came around to face me, a delighted smile that made my skin crawl breaking out on his face at the sight of me. “Well, well well. What do we have here?” He drawled. The man behind me lifted me up, my kicking less now that I was suspended off the floor. “A runaway slave?” Fear lanced through me. “No! I wasn’t trying to run away!” “Oh, you weren’

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