OLAMIDE
I was sure that was all the world would have heard from me. I did not expect to wake up and certainly not naked and cold. My eyes fluttered close and open as I tried to picture if the maidens touching me were angels in the afterlife preparing me to meet my maker.
"Where am I?" I asked, pushing the hands of a woman scrubbing my lathered body off.
"Shut up and let us do our job!" A woman with short back hair retorted glaring at me like I was making life for her hell.
Perhaps that was true but I did not get why I was being cleaned. Did the monster from before have some demented compassion for me and decided to keep me? No. I pushed the thought off. I tried to scramble out of the tub but the short-haired bitch held me down with an iron grip and slapped me senseless."Keep doing stupid shit like that and you are going to wind up dead regardless of your status as the first mate. If you smell like rotten eggs, even Jason won’t have mercy on you." She warned, dumping the sponge in her hands into the milky water. Her steel-blue eyes flicked in the direction of the other women in the bathroom, three in total. "Leave her. Now that she is awake. She should be able to clean herself up."
The girls bowed and left the room leaving me with 'Hellfire'- A girl that clearly hated me for unknown reasons. She gave me a glare that almost looked murderous before exiting the room.
Fishing the sponge out of the water, I wasn't even sure what I was to do. My instinct told me to flee but I was butt naked and on top of that, I wasn't in a safe zone. The woman, the maids, they were all affiliated with that man. I could not even begin to comprehend what they planned to do to me. I managed to slip out the tub and tiptoed my way to the door when I heard what sounded like a hushed conversation.
"...She cannot adjust to this life. What was Jonas thinking? Second mates exist."
It sounded like the woman from before. I pondered on what she meant by mate. Bile rose all the way to my throat just considering that they might be seeing me as an incubator. Good Lord! The man who brought me here wasn't human. There was a chance they were all just like me. If I was right, which there was no denying, I was fucked."...Nah, Sounds like you are just jealous the goddess did not see you as a suitable mate to Alpha Jason."
The voice, It was the man from before. Awful images flashed into my head just thinking about the word Alpha, Mate. Was this a sex ring? Was I about to be prostituted? I was about to be passed around and used up until all the vibrancy was gone. Then I would no doubt the dead meat.
"...Speak of the devil." I heard my captor say.
It sounded like the Jason guy had arrived. I immediately ran into the tub, shivering and practically going insane as the bathroom door opened and an attractive man in a tailored suit walked in, followed closely by my captor.
This was why he spared me. He kept me alive for this man. Even in his sleek clothing, I could tell it was a facade to hide his desires and the sincerity of his being. He might have been the one to keep me alive but that did not make me safe.
"She looks cold," Jason noted. "Get her a robe."
My heart thudded loudly as he approached me. Not because of what was about to transpire but my eyes could see a bulge twitching in his pants. I was doomed. He crouched before me and broke into a warm smile that made him look attractive if he wasn't a kidnapper's associate.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
Wow. He pulled the good guy act really well. I wasn't even sure what cards he was playing but he was a sticker to character or maybe he was as demented as his throat-slitting friend who stood across the room like an ominous shadow.
"I want to go home." I pleaded.
He ran a finger past his pursed lips and instead of answering me ran a finger through my hair.
"Curly." He commented, practically ignoring my request.
I was not that easy to throw off and with the way things were turning out, I was beginning to believe I might even welcome death instead of being raped by a creep.
"Please let me go home," I repeated. "I won't tell anyone about what I saw." I looked at the shadowy figure of the killer lingering above me and continued. "He knows where I live. There is no way I will run my mouth."
Jason's scanned through my face as if reading them before he spoke.
"I wish I could but it ain't that simple anymore. I might have accidentally kissed your soul and you, mine. Even if I let you go now, I'm sure word would have spread and hawks are already out there watching your family and friends and waiting for the perfect opportunity to hurt me."
I noticed he had three gaping marks on his neck. They looked like something that could only have been inflicted by claws. I had a flashback of the damning damage these people could do. They lived by violence. They were violent. He noticed me staring. He was feral-looking and handsome, with -black shoulder-length hair, grey eyes, and impossibly white teeth bared in either a grin or a grimace, I wasn't sure which.
"These, " He said, pointing to the scars on his neck. "were inflicted upon me by a rival pack who I hurt pretty bad. He has been looking for revenge pretty bad and I fear for what awaits you when he does."
It was too much to handle. I felt my mouth open before I could clamp them shut.
"What are you people?"
He smiled. "What if I was to tell you I am a werewolf and soon we will be bonded telepathically, emotionally, and eventually even physically, inseparable as long as we both live?"
I fell back on the worst of all my habits. Denial. I wanted to laugh this off and tell myself it was a bad dream. This could not be real. I could not have lived my life the way I did for this moment. It just couldn't be but I reflected on what he said and I realized his mouth never moved. His eyes were also bright red, a glaring contrast to what they were before. I shrank further unto the tub at the unholy sight. But he wasn't done.
"You don't have to be afraid." He sent, again, his lips were not moving. "You'll be safe here."
OLAMIDEThe robe did eventually come. I felt conscious having to stand up to step into the robe. I saw the look on Jonas' face and it made me intently nervous. I wasn't sure what would happen next but the pissed off look the fiery girl from before had on suggested I would live. I had taken everything Jonas had said with a grain of salt. How was a girl even to believe that? My gamble for the time was to play along waiting for the perfect opportunity to flee. My hair was still damp and the air seeping into the bathroom suggested we were in a cold area.With nothing else to do than stand awkwardly while the brother's chatted discreetly, I decided to make the best out of my situation and observe the distinct features of my captors. The one who brought me here, clad in an Armani and possibly the most dangerous of the trio had a ring on his thumb with the insignia of a crow. Jonas, the second one wore a jacket, faded old jeans,
OLAMIDEMy eyes widened and my lips shivered. I couldn't be his slave. I was nobody's property. Thinking of myself as a prisoner was bad enough but I was a human being. The fact that he could demand such a demeaning title from me meant everything I suspected he'd take from me would happen, and if he didn't hurt me, I wasn't sure how hard I could fight someone so overwhelming and seductive and experienced. He was quite a bit older than me, a grown, mature man, whereas the guys I had been involved with were silly boys by comparison. Boys who could take no for an answer."Heavens," He sighed, finally meeting my eyes, and upon seeing my frightened expression, his eyes brightened in what had to be deemed as a sick satisfaction. "Are we going to have to pull the car over again?"The threat had it's intended effect. The lesson was too fresh in my mind. I felt a numbing sensation wash over me as my mouth slowly opened to say, "N-no, Alpha."The car suddenly slowe
OLAMIDE He finally let me out of the car. When he did, I took a moment to observe him. He did not hold me, neither did I see guards parading the property. It was almost like he knew I would not run. I tried my best not to look suspicious as I surveyed for cameras and blindspots that could be of help to me in the near future. When we finally made our way inside, I tried my best not to be a star struck tourist sightseeing a celebrity home because that was not what was happening. I saw Jason exchange hushed words with a broad chested man that looked like head of security while I continued to mentally take notes of everything I could lay my eyes on around the entryway. The place had strange cobalt flowers put in every nook and cranny adorned by a giant insignia of a crow. There was a high-quality sound system playing beautiful blues just loud enough to notice if one paid attention, but still unobtrusi
JASON I stepped out of the room to think. God was I stupid to think it would be this easy. Sure I had found my mate but she would never be enough. She was a vanilla and I was a depraved monster who got high from causing others pain. Of course, It had to be the will of the moon goddess, Giving me imperfection. This was her way of getting revenge for that son of a bitch, Sofiane. I kind of wondered what game she wanted me to play. My first instinct was to kill her and get on with waiting for a second mate. But the girl wanted me and my equally depraved wolf wanted to see how this play of power would work out. The way I saw it, I could introduce her to my world, introduce her to my cravings and wait for Sofiane to strike a dastardly hit to my side. However, there was a chance the girl could mean something to me as time flew by, I could not risk that happening. Not when I was this close to the convergence. I couldn't kill her though. I
OLAMIDEHow could that get out of my dumb mouth? I wanted to live, didn't I? Why then was I throwing everything down the drain? I chanced a look in his eyes to weigh his reaction. My words probably hit his ego hard. My mind played a million ways this scenario would play out but the dominant outcome was I either ended up dead or fucked. When you put those awful odds together, it did not seem that difficult to confess that some part of your fucked up brain wanted to see your captor naked. He looked awfully calm but beneath that facade, I could feel a rabid beast fighting its way through chains to make me take back those words. It was clear he did not believe me but he wanted me to admit it with my own lips and for my lies, he wanted to punish me. His thoughts revealed that much."Fascinating," He drawled, inching forward to wipe some sauce off my lips. "I have to say, that is a first." He continued, putting the sauce to his
OLAMIDE "Jason, please..." His eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer, causing his erect penis to brush against my thigh. "Watch your tongue kitten," He warned, effortlessly keeping his face bland."Now address me properly." "Alpha," I choked out. " I-I meant to say Alpha, please..." I would have said and done anything to agony his punishment. The things that flashed in his mind were horrible and degrading. Acts that could destroy one emotionally and mentally. He wanted to take me mind, body, and soul. A total submission but how could I give him all that. My identity was everything I was. I could not let that be stripped away from me. He was a more frightening version of my foster father. Then I had college to run to for shelter but here, there was no path to follow. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Give in to him, a voi
OLAMIDE When I opened my eyes to a new morning, I found Jason watching me. "Morning," He murmured, looking like I had done something to irritate him even if his face was just inches away and the fact that we were both very naked. It felt unbearably intimate. "Sleep well?" Why do you care? A careless thought ran through my head, long gone before I remembered this man had told me he could read my thoughts and of all the predictions he made, not one of them had been wrong. "Don't worry," He said, pulling me closer. He smelled like spices. Old spices. "Considering you don't have the guts to say it, I take no offense." It was time to chip in something that would make him happy. Words that made my stomach churn. "Thank you, Alpha." Jason smiled lazily. Like he had reached inside my head again. "That's the one thing I have to admi
JASON "It is quite the pleasure that you would invite me personally to Monarch." I teased Luna Valentine and she was not pleased. It was clear as day in her face as she approached me in a spectacular yellow gown that gave insight into her personality. Fragile. "Thank you for honoring our invitation Alpha Jason." She said with a false smile planted on. I had to admit she was trying her best to keep on with the charade but it was a vain attempt. She was not pleased with this arrangement. My Intel had gotten me information about what the arrangement was about. Valentine was only doing this for her people. With the false pleasantries passed across, I was led into a ballroom of marble polished for the very occasion. I briefly examined the duo of betas that accompanied me and Luna Valentine. They befitted the alliance I would be coercing the pack of monarch into. A separate door inside the ballroom was opened