"No, I don't want to go back, please don't make me." I pleaded, bowling my eyes out. This was a nightmare, but my savior didn't mind if I relived hell over again. ******** Phoebe's destiny was to be never loved, not by her own pack, not by her Goddess-given mate, not by anyone. But when she has had enough. a savior came her way, giving her all she could ever hope for, as a lover, as a Luna, and as an accepted member of the pack. All good things however has to come to an end, Phoebe's apparent end was being reclaimed by her alpha.
Phoebe's POV
I jerked awake with a force and snapped my head around me quickly, peering into the darkness that had befallen my old pigsty of a room.
I felt different, insanely different and it felt as though I could see life from a different perspective. Quickly rolling out of the mat on the floor, I turned on the coal lamp that I had placed close to my bed and gasped when I realized that it was way past midnight.
What the hell?
I slowly rose to my feet, unsure of what it was that must've awakened me until a small voice whispered at the back of my head that today was my birthday. My 18th birthday!
Today was also exactly a year after my family and a lot of people from my pack were killed. The day I had been forced to become an orphan and a slave. I couldn't believe it.
How time flies...
I could vividly remember how they had snuck in in the middle of the night, while everyone was busy preparing for my 17th birthday party the next morning; and had taken out every living soul in my pack, ranging from little children to adults.
Surprisingly, they had spared me for some sick reasons and had taken me as a form of souvenir to their Alpha who immediately waved me off and recruited me as one of his many slaves.
They always mistreated me in every way, threw insults at me and even beat me up for the slightest reasons but those ill treatments they meted on me weren't enough to keep me locked up, nor enough to have my mouth sealed.
I was a Princess, the daughter of a strong Alpha for that matter, and thus I couldn't tolerate being trampled upon even now that I had been reduced to the position of a palace slave.
I remembered how weak I had been that night, and how I had been abused by Alpha Draco's soldiers. The thought brought fresh tears into my eyes, but I wept not out of sadness but out of anger.
Now I was of age and I could already feel it. I had always wanted a day like this to come, a day when I would be classified as an adult and would be able to escape this hell hole of a place.
I sought revenge too, but that would have to come later, after I had successfully escaped from here and had returned to pick up the burnt-down remains of my father's pack.
Anger surged through me like I was reliving that gory day, and it also brought tears to my eyes whenever I remembered everything I had lost.
A noise in the hall snapped me out of my reverie. I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a female whimpering and I quickly stood up, I was curious and wanted to know what was happening.
I stealthily crept out of my room, following the sounds of the whimpering until I arrived at a scene where one of the brutal soldiers of this pack was trying to force himself upon a young girl of about my age.
I wasn't surprised though, because stuff like this was a usual occurrence around here but I still got pissed whenever I saw or heard of it happening.
In a blind rage, I picked up a plank that was carelessly discarded on the floor and used its blunt edge to hit the soldier hard against the head.
His agonized screams filled the air, but in a way, it seemed to make me feel better.
"Bitch! Bitch!" He chanted, holding his head but I ignored him and quickly went to help the girl to her feet.
She quickly muttered a rushed; "Thank you," and ran off; and I was about to run out of the scene myself when the bulky, bad-smelling soldier forcefully pulled on my legs, thus making me fall to the floor with a loud thump.
I kissed the dirt when I fell and spat out some of the dirt in my mouth before I went back to trying to escape. He grabbed at me again, but this time, I was a little more prepared. I began stomping at his chest with enough force to break his ribs but he still wouldn't let go.
"Let go, you animal!" I screeched whilst stomping ferociously on his chest to make him let go of me but his grip was like a vice, unwilling to tear away.
During the course of our struggle, a sweet smelling smell immediately attacked my nostrils. It smelled of pines and something minty and surprisingly made my wolf, Isla, jerk awake.
She suddenly began prancing about in my head, making it quite difficult for me to focus on the soldier who immediately noticed that I had lost focus and used the opportunity to send me sprawling to the floor.
I struggled against him and at the same time, tried to block out the smell that was attacking my nostrils but they both proved abortive.
Just as the soldier was about to land a fatal blow to the side of my head, a deep voice sounded at the end of the corridor, immediately halting his movements.
"And what're you both doing there?" The voice asked curiously. I immediately looked up at the owner, only to have my breath hitching in my chest.
The sweet smell was coming from him, thus proving that he was my mate; but that wasn't the problem now, the problem was the fact that he was Alpha Mark, the son of retired Alpha Draco.
His father was responsible for the deaths of my people.
"No!" I snarled with a voice so thick with emotions that the soldier cowered back in fear. "Are you my mate?!"
I had always envisioned my mate as someone I would love and who would love me too. I had always seen my mate as someone who would get me out of this suffering, but then I was presented with this.
This young man whose only aim was to inflict me with pain and more pain?
I saw a deep frown immediately etch on his perfect face and from the look in his eyes, I already knew what was coming.
He was about to reject me and I knew it; I didn't even try to stop him either, instead, I held my breath and waited for it to come.
"Maya, dear." He said taking another step forward, he could now smell the sweet tang of the cherry, favored wine she had been sipping. "I only have eyes for one woman." "Really?" She asked, looking up at him. "And who is this woman?" Roland could smell something else on her now, he could smell it on the both of them, a thick scent that covered the room, permeating every space, emanating from their pores. Pure unbridled lust. ********* At the expense of their happiness, Maya and Roland faced a mutual enemy that threatened to sever their bond, but for how long can they trust each other? Roland wanted a woman that is ready to submit to him, but Maya is an Alpha also, maybe she's not the woman for him? Despite the threats and charges, fate still found a way to make Roland, Alpha for Her and Maya, Alpha For Him.
Brianna was chased and banished from her pack as a Luna. When she was running to an unknown destination to avoid getting killed, she met the one eyed alpha. He helped her and later mated Brianna. Brianna later betrayed him. Did fate bring them back together again? Did they become enemies?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
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.