A rogue is captured when her adoptive parents invade the Night Shade's pack's territory. Now, Raelynn is not only a rogue, but also a slave of the cruel and cold hearted Alpha Erik Henderson. Day by day, she will be more attracted to him: his looks, his scent and his pain will make her want to be his balm after such a rough life. Will Raelynn, with her good temper and kind heart, be able to break into Erik's walls? Will he accept her, despite her low rank, and take her as his Luna? And what if she is not who she seems to be? Can they be together?
The cell was dark and humid. I could feel the atmosphere around me being so heavy it was almost hard to breathe. Suffocating me, making my lungs itchy.
After they threw me in this cell, they took a while to come talk to me. I was even wondering if they had forgotten about my existence. Sometimes, being forgotten is not a bad thing. It is for the best. When no one notices you, no one will care to bother you. to beat you. To harass you. By the smell, it was not the same man from before. The Alpha. I'd know if it was him. His delicious smell of soil, right after the rain, and mint, were unforgettable. He was scary, terribly scary, but also... I don't even know. It is all so confusing!
When my adoptive parents asked me to track him down, they gave me a piece of cloth with his smell. I loved that smell the moment it hit my nose, for it had a mix of strong masculine scent, and the other two scents that I loved so much: soil after rain and mint. As soon as the Alpha got out of the packhouse, I could hear him. I could smell him. And, as much as his smell was great, his aura was frightening. My body trembled at his sight and at the urge I had to go to him. I couldn't understand my behavior. I had never been one to want to be around anyone in particular.
'Look at me!'. When he shouted those words at me, my whole body reacted. The great sensation I was feeling while he was approaching, soon vanished for a while, giving me the same feelings I had whenever my so-called parents got closer to me. They would scream, yell and, after that, the pain always followed. The Alpha's voice was a strong and menacing one. I could not control myself and obey whatever he said. I could barely understand him. My brain shut down the moment he hovered above me. All I was feeling was the expectancy of receiving a beat.
"Hey!" Someone shouted and I, who was in a corner, huddled, holding my knees, and didn't move at all. "Is she deaf?" The werewolf asked someone. He was a high ranked one. Not the Alpha, of course, but very powerful. His aura showed it all.
I listened to the key turning and the door cracking open. Footsteps. Whoever it was, he was coming to me. I could feel my body trembling, but I dared not to look up.
I had my eyes closed tight and, with every step the man would take, the harder I would squeeze them shut. It was the usual for me. I already knew some of my own reactions, having lived with them for almost two decades, or as long as I could remember. And then, I felt something poking at my feet.
"Hey!" The werewolf said, this time, not so harshly. "I won't beat you. Just want to ask a few things. But you have to look at me, huh?"
I used all my strength to do as he asked. I had to do it. He was asking nicely, so it was always better to obey when they weren't forcing me to do it. I took a deep breath and raised my head. Part of my hair was covering my face, but I still could look at him through my locks.
The werewolf was tall, and when he crouched and got eye level with me, I could see he had blonde hair, despite it being very short - something I once heard 'military cut' - and dark eyes. Very dark eyes.
"Your eyes are something else, aren't they?" He asked me and raised his hand for me to see, as if to say 'no danger!', and approached by, pushing my hair away from my face and tucking the strands behind my ear. I wanted to retreat, so he would not touch me, but my body did not obey. "What's your name?" he asked me.
I ran my tongue over my lips, something one of the rogues I lived with said meant I always did whenever I was nervous, followed by me biting my lower lip.Then, I realized how thirsty I was.Very much thirsty.
"Jay!" The werewolf shouted. "Bring me a glass of water, please!" He said it to someone who was on the other side of the door, without taking his eyes off of me. He raised his hand to his back and that was when she noticed another werewolf, in armor. A ranger, to be more specific, entering and walking into my interrogator's direction, and handing him something small.
The werewolf, now with his hand again in front of his body, smiled at me.
"You tell me your name, little one, and I'll give you this." He showed me a glass of water. Full of clear water. My eyes were probably sparkling, for I felt greedy. Greedy for a glass of water. How decadent. I darted my eyes from the cup to his face, pondering if I should accept or not his deal. Then, I looked in another direction: the door.
"Don't think about escaping. Just answer me and you'll be fine."
"Raelynn." I muttered.
"Again?" He said, approaching his free hand to his ear.
I took a deep breath. I was not used to talking, let alone speaking out loud.
"Raelynn." I repeated myself. The werewolf seemed satisfied, for he nodded. He held the glass out to me, but then pulled it back to him, smiling. Was he playing with me? Being cruel? 'He won't give me the water?' I wondered. However, he offered a more sincere smile and returned the glass to me, allowing me to hold it this time. He was, indeed, playing.
With shaking hands, I drank the water, letting part of it fall to the floor. 'Damn', I thought, 'what a waste!'.
"So, Raelynn, now that we are friends, let's chat. I am Aaron, Beta of this pack."
He held his hand to me. I looked at it, unsure of what to do. What did he want? Then, he looked at the glass in my hand. Just then I realized he gave me a glass cup. It was glass! He had to be very sure of his abilities, to give something that a rogue could use as a weapon. That I would ever try a move against him. I was not that bold or imbecil. I gave the cup back to him.
"The thing is, I just want to know two things: what were you guys doing here and why didn't you fight along with your friends?" He asked and looked at me, raising his eyebrows. "Come on, Rae. Can I call you that? Talk to me."
I am sure I must have made a face, by his looks at me. 'Friends'. They were not my friends! They were my adoptive parents and a few other rogues that worked with them. I was just the tracker, the main reason why they kept me by their side, I am sure.
"So-someone asked them to co-come and t-talk to your Alpha." I replied. That was what they told me, after all. Now, thinking about it, it was probably bullshit. "And yes, you may call me Rae."
Nobody called me Rae. It was too informal, too personal. Nobody wanted to be intimate with me like that.
"Thank you." he said and gave me a sligh and quick smile. "They wanted to talk to the Alpha. What did they have to talk about with him?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I knew they were probably lying, but, even if they were not, how could I know? Why would they give me such details? I was a nobody...
Just then, something came to my mind. I shrugged. Oh, no! I shrugged! My adoptive parents would punish me for that, because as my 'father' would say, it was 'damn insolence!', and then I would feel something being thrown at me: maybe his hand, maybe a shoe, maybe something harder, like his knee. But I'd be punished, no doubt.
I closed my eyes in an instant....I didn't want to see the rage in that werewolf's eyes. The Beta's eyes. I was more than sure he was way stronger than any of the rogues I used to live with. Instead of pain, I felt a soft touch in my arm. Out of reflex, I flinched and went backwards, feeling the wall behind me. I wanted to enter that wall and be out of anyone's reach. I didn't realize I was crying, until the tears fell on my arm. Crying would make my adoptive parents even more angry.
"Please, I'm sorry!" I apologized. I was terrified!
"Why are you apologizing?" he asked, slowly. He was frowning, when I looked between my hair strains that were, again, in front of my face.
"I won't shrug my sh-shoulders." I promised in a low voice. "I'll be good."
Instead of anger, I saw something else in his eyes. Was that... pity? He moved a bit, just a bit, in my direction, I saw his arms moving. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was going to embrace me. But that was silly. Why would I ever think that? I was no member of his pack. ANd I was in a cell, as a prisoner.
"Ok. It 's okay." He said. "I won't punish you." He shook his head up and down, as if to reassure me of that. I nodded in accordance, showing him that I understood him.
"I swear I do-don't know anything." I hated to stutter. Not because I thought it was a weakness, but because it was another one of my defects, when I was nervous. Defects meant one thing: beating.
"Hmmm. And why didn't you fight?" He asked, but before I could answer it, he spoke again. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen,"I replied. I could see how astonished he seemed to be. His eyes widened and his mouth opened ajar. What? Why would he act like that?
"You have no wolf." This was not a question.Of course. The wolf. By my age, I should have had my wolf for a year now. She came to me when I was eighteen, but then, she vanished. It was the happiest and saddest moment of my life.
I looked down and nodded. I heard him swallowing. He must have understood one of my reasons not to fight: I would be dead meat if I did so. Me, not a warrior, not strong, in a human body, against big werewolves? No, not only that, but warriors? I was not the brightest creature to wander the planet, but, also, I was not so dumb. The other reason was that I hated to fight, anyway.
"Ok, Rae. I got to go. But I'll be back later." He said as if promising me he would come back. Was that a good thing?
He got to his feet and walked away. I, on the other hand, lowered my head again, between my knees, while holding them. That was my safe position.
'At least, he gave me water and didn't hit me', was what came to her mind. I was hungry, but then again, it was just another normal thing in my life. Hunger.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
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Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...