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Kaya’s POV.
“Alpha Alaric isn’t the type to relax for this long. He must be planning something in the dark; perhaps that’s why he’s not attacking us yet. He’s tried to fight you guys one-on-one before, so maybe he’s deploying a different effect.” One of the men speaks, one with silver hair and green eyes like a field.
“Most likely.” Agrees, the other one with turquoise eyes and dark blonde hair that jets back his back. Woah. They all look handsome and dangerous.
“And who’s this?” Asks the second man with turquoise eyes.
“Oh, that’s nothing, commanders. Just a thing we’re keeping for the meantime.”
I don’t know why, as I expected myself to have been used to their insults, but my heart shatters into pieces.
They don’t even se
19Kaya’s POV.There’s no fighting this. There’s no happy ending at the climax of it. Anyone can see it. I’m not in a fairy tale story made by somebody with some fantastic imagination, writing at the end of it a comedy.This is my life, one that I’ve been in for weeks now, and there hasn’t been any ease shimmering over me.I am a witch who’s cursed because of her kind of breed and not only fated to be treated with torture by some three werewolves who are triplets but also find herself not being able to control how she feels when she’s close to them.She is simply ruined. That’s my life. That’s me. That’s Kaya, a little thing, a toy captured by the triplets, meant to live in pain for the rest of my life.My body almost gives up from the constant tugging, but I hurry to catch up, recalling how painful the whipping was a few minutes ago.“You’re even gentle on her.” One of the girls pouts because she hasn’t been allowed to drag me by the leash for some time now; the other one enjoys havi
20Kaya’s POV.My eyes snap open as a whelp escapes my lips, and I jerk up to a sitting position. I find myself in a room that I don’t think I recognize until I hear someone shuffle next to me, and my face darts there.Seeing Melissa, I tell myself to calm down, realizing that I’m in her room and not elsewhere. I’m not in front of Kyle anymore.While comatose, my brain keeps relieving the moment, putting me in an endless turmoil of pain. As if that isn’t satiating enough, I feel like I spent the last decades of my life on a rollercoaster of agony.My voice comes out as a croak when I call her. “Melissa.”“Kaya, are you okay?”My throat hurts from not having taken water since I woke up today, and judging from the absence of light behind the closed curtains, I know it’s night already.“I...” My voice caught up in my throat, wincing at a pain in my shoulders. I almost forgot that. “My shoulder...” It’s fixated with plaster, but I can still feel numb there, more like I can barely move it.
21Kaya’s POV.The next morning, I wake up to someone tapping me on my wounded shoulder, shooting pain within me, and I snap my eyes open.I distance myself from him when I see that it’s Kieran, staring back at me with curiosity lingering in his eyes.I wanted to talk but didn’t know what to say until he pinches his jaw, “for someone who’s sleeping with three predators, you sleep too deep that you could be easily attacked.”It seems he doesn’t expect a response from me, so he proceeds to change the conversation. “I brought you some sandwiches; does that sound familiar?”An evil smirk stains his lips as he asks, knowing fully well what he’s doing to me with that question.I stay still on the mat, waiting for how this will end. He drops the plate, huffing as I hear him mutter somet
22Kaya’s POV.With each passing second that we root deeper into the depths of the alley, my stomach is filled with blue butterflies.Melissa and I are grabbing each other’s hands; the aura of delight is obvious in our connection. When we are finally out of here, I’m sure I won’t be able to thank her enough.She really did give me a chance. She saved me from an eternity of pain. She didn’t have to, but she did, risking everything—risking her life.My jaw drops to the ground metaphorically at the sight before when we arrive at the end of the alley—it’s the woods.Oh, my... I cannot believe this. I’m actually inside the woods. I turn to my back to see the alley, now seeing that it’s a canal that leads into the woods. But I am amazed at how the gate is opened, not chained close.Our
23Kaya’s POV.Every fiber of my mind shatters into fragments at the realization before me. I still don’t want to believe, even when all odds are against Melissa.Regardless, she saved me. She took me away from these cruel monsters, although here they are, killing her slowly and effortlessly, and all my dreams are crushed.They’ve washed down the lane, and there’s nothing I can do but watch. My hands are still glued to my mouth, covering me as though if I should remove them, I’d really believe what is going on.Each second that passes reminds me of the reality of this scenery, even when, as much as possible, I am trying not to believe that this is real.Melissa, choking in her own voice, shows otherwise. This is not a dream. I haven’t escaped, and I cannot. I’m ruined. I can only imagine what’s about to happen t
24 Kaya’s POV. I thought wrong. It isn’t the end. They slide my legs off of the bed and position my face tight against the bed before Kade thrusts back inside, wrecking my hole even more. I’m panting hard and trying to hit him to slow down, give me a breathing space, but then he grabs my hands and locks them at my back only so he can puncture my core once again. It still doesn’t stop there. He wriggles his cock around my entrance before Kyle finally digs inside, widening me up like a balloon filled with an abrupt blow of air. My eyes roll to the back of my head as salty perspiration fills my forehead like a bead. The intimacy continues with ragged breathing from the brothers. I’m more than sore, having surrended myself wholly. I’m in between pleasure and pain once again. Suddenly, a wave starts gathering inside my cunt, tightening it more around Kyle’s dick. I can feel my walls aiming to crush, and he groans at it too. Then I feel something warm inside me, shooting inside—his s
I 25Kaya’s POV.This was the past. A time when I was innocent.“Papa, where are you?” My little angelic voice beamed into the room as I ran inside the cabin.My lips were parted wide enough to show my teeth, while my cheeks reddened from the hard blushes. Today was a beautiful day, and I had no worries.The small me stopped when I saw father in his study room, holding an ink feather in his hands, which he twirled around in the air. I was seven years old, yet I knew he was brooding, and that’s why he was doing that.“Today’s a perfect day, father. Come out. We are having a picnic. Come and help us. Mother has found a spot in the backyard that is so beautiful... I love the space and the trees, and the valleys that seem like they are at the end of the world, and the fogs that spread like small clouds.”He ran over to pick me up from the ground so he could place me on his shoulders, and he snickered at my words. “Oh, tell me that you and your brother have picked some apples for apple pie
263RD POV.The air whistles in the distance, and the middle of the woods is so dark that a normal eye would have seen nothing.Everything about the scenery subjects eerieness; however, in it lurk dangerous forces like the triplets.In the middle stands Kade, staring ahead at the broken branch. His patience remains stagnant and unwavering, awaiting what’s to be expected.His jaw twitches, a stern look fixated on his face. His brothers faces aren’t any different. They look serious and stoic.Even the nature around them dwells in the aura they seep into, a shallow that commands every will.Their eyes picked up on a sound all of a sudden, causing Kyle to tick his face towards all distances. With their minds linked together, he did not have to call the attention of his brothers before they felt what he had felt as well.&nb