All Chapters of Claimed By My Ruthless Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

So dirty!Shameful!Disgusting!I hated myself, my body! Hated this vulnerability.I felt like drowning!Disappearing even!The water cascaded over my body as I stood trembling beneath the steady stream.The memory of Ned's hands on me, his smell, his touch, the fear and helplessness I had felt, lingered in the air around me like a suffocating fog.I continued to scrub frantically at my skin, desperate to rid myself of the stains, real and imagined, that seemed to seep into every pore of my skin. The soap and sponge in my hands were a feeble defense against the overwhelming sense of violation that consumed me.It wasn't even enough. My tears kept flowing as well as the water... couldn't even breathe properly.I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of the hot water as it beat against my skin, almost as if it could wash away the shame and fear that clung to me like a second skin.But no matter how hard I scrubbed, the feeling of filth and worthlessness seemed to seep deeper, sta

The door creaked open and then shut. I made my way to the bar in my home, which was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the bottles of alcohol lining the shelves. I specifically designed this bar, a few days after becoming an Alpha. Gleaming bottles of expensive liquor were arranged on a rack behind the counter, their labels all carefully facing outward. The countertop was made of polished marble. I took a deep breath, the scent of fine spirits filling my senses. I approached the counter, running my hand over the polished marble. I took a seat and let my eyes wander over the bottles of liquor, their names familiar and exotic. The bar was a sanctuary, a place where I could escape from the pressures of the outside world. A place where I could let my defenses lowered, my walls crumbling. A place where I could let my emotions out, without fear of judgment. I was free to be myself, to cry if I needed to, to be vulnerable. The bar was like a friend, a haven where I could be

Jennie Why?How was it possible?How was it possible for Giovanni to begin falling for that bitch!How about me?I couldn't believe it.But what if Giovanni wasn't actually in love with her?What if he was actually acting up?Because this was actually new to me. I knew Giovanni. He was a beast and did nothing with emotions.We had grown up together, I knew his likes and dislikes.I had been there for him for a long time. I should be the one who deserves Luna, not her!That bitch!I had let him fuck me the way he wanted! I loved him! Sacrificed my time and body for him, all thinking my plan would come to fruition and then I would be Luna.That had been my fucking plan.My thoughts drift back to the memories of the past. My father had suddenly come home one day, acting hysterical just after getting himself drunk.He had unknowingly sacrificed his life to shield Giovanni and I must say his death had fastened things for me.From there Giovanni took over the role playing of a big brother

PENELOPE ~ ~ "Mmh... " I moaned. "Is it delicious?" Oliveria asked, giving me hopeful eyes. "Yes dear." I smiled and then moaned when the taste hit my taste buds again. Dipping the flakes of the fish in the rich, buttery sauce, I hummed in satisfaction. Oliveria is such a good cook. Oliveria dug into her rice and began to eat. "How's little Hana coping with Nate?" I dab my mouth, before taking a sip from the lime juice. Oliveria's movement stopped for some seconds before she resumed eating. With a mouthful of food, she hummed. "They're guff and they seemf to interag well-" "Jeez, Oliveria, can you swallow what's in your mouth? I can't comprehend a thing you said." She slowly swallowed before drinking water and then leaned back in the chair. "I said they're good and they seem to interact well with each other." She averted my gaze, and moved to munch on her fish. Her expression does nothing but reveal the unsaid plight she was feeling. Oliveria's movement stopped for some

I lay on the ground, panting heavily, the boxing pad still clutched tightly in my palms. Sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes, as I struggled to catch my breath. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, seeking solace in the cool breeze that brushed against my skin. Moments passed, and I began to notice a change in the air around me. A strange, bone-chilling coldness seeped into my exhausted body, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. I frowned, my brow furrowing in confusion, trying to comprehend the sudden change in temperature. The cold only continued to grow, and a feeling of unease began to creep into my mind. I jolted awake, my eyes snapping open to find the sky darkening, even as it was still daytime. A feeling of dread washed over me. I staggered to my feet, my muscles protesting against the sudden movement. My gaze darted around, searching for any sign of an explanation for the bizarre turn of events. The air grew colder still, and a sense of impending doom loomed over me