Sonia's POV The moment I realised Michael's demeanour had shifted from sweet to sour, I thought at first it was all in my head. But it wasn't, his eyes, once filled with warmth when gazing at me, now held a frost that seemed to freeze the very air between us. He had lied to me after all.I sought refuge in the hot anger that swept me. Anger was better than the hurt and disappointment that had filled me for the past few weeks. I turned to Michael who had been standing there, looking at me like I was mad for even being angry."Why are you doing this, Michael?" I demanded. I did not give myself the time to think, I was so consumed with my own emotions for logic. "You're a prisoner, Sonia," he stated coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion we once shared as childhood friends."A prisoner? But why?" I stammered, my voice was already cracking under the strain of confusion and hurt. "We grew up together! Does that not mean anything to you now?""No it doesn't, you're my prisoner." I bit
Sonia's POV I screamed for help at the top of my lungs, my voice hoarse from the constant yelling. But no one came. No one was there to save me. I was alone, dangling in mid-air, my life flashing before my eyes. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about all my dreams, all my aspirations. I was supposed to be an Alpha, a leader, a strong and powerful one at that. But now, I was nothing but a helpless, useless prisoner, about to meet my demise. I couldn't give up, though. I refused to accept that this was the end. So I kept screaming, kept calling out for someone, anyone, to come and rescue me. Before I knew it, my hand slipped, and I felt myself falling, my heart racing with fear. I was going to die. I was going to fall to my death, and no one would ever know what happened to me. Just as all hope seems lost, my dress caught on a nearby tree branch, suspending me in mid-air. I hung there, my breath coming in short gasps. One wrong move, and I would plummet to my death. I wa
Sonia's POV I lay on my bed, my heart racing as Michael's words echoed in my mind. "Prepare yourself for me, Sonia. You have a week to heal." His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. I could not help but wonder what he meant by "prepare myself." Was it a warning, a threat, or a promise?I knew he wanted me, and if my thoughts hadn't been so damn sentimental a few moments ago, if I didn't look so damn helpless right now, he would seduce me. After some minutes I thought Michael must have left the room, I whirled, on my feet, and saw him. my immediate surprise faded. I stared. The way I was looking at him made him become very still.He edged his shoulder against the door. His riveted gaze made me forget all my saintly intentions; I was destined for hell anyway. "Look at me," he commanded softly.He was the last person I would have ordered me around, but the night was magical, the moment deeply intimate, and he compelled obedience. I obeyed ac
Sonia's POV I was still in shock. All the time he had been flirting with me, he had a woman, this woman, here, waiting for him. I was frozen in a spot, unable to move an inch.I was placing flatware on the dining room table when Michael came in. Earlier on I had told the maid to allow me set the table, hoping it will take my mind off a lot of things. Of Michael. I froze in the act, not lifting my head, although every sense I possessed was intently attuned to him. I knew he had stopped in the hallway, and I had felt him watching me. My heart was thudding heavily.What if Laura was his mistress?I wet my lips nervously and straightened. My glance met his. For a long moment we just stared at each other. It became unbearably, thickly hot in the room.Laura came through the front door in her new dress. "Tell me I looked gorgeous." She turned around, showing off her gown.I turned away as Michael complimented her dress. Laura wasn't satisfied so she went in to change the dress for the fift
Sonia's POVI got down from my bed and laid on the cold, wooden floor, my stomach growling with hunger. It had been days since I last ate, and I could feel my body weakening. But I refused to give in. I refused to eat, to be treated as nothing. I wanted to send a message, to show Michael that I wouldn't be treated like a prisoner, like a mere breeder.The door to my door creaked open, and instantly Michael strode in, his eyes fixed on me. "Sonia, you need to eat," he said, and that was when I noticed Laura behind him.Laura scowled at his back. But Michael gave her a signal to excuse us, and then she left. My anger grew, and I didn't question why."Feel better?" Laura mocked. "Oh, thank you!" I stomped after us and locked my door.Michael was seated comfortably by my fire side and he was stoking the fire when I returned. That sight annoyed me, too. He rocked back onto his heels, squinting at me. Hands on my hips, I stared back. He reached into a little bag and tossed a can at me. I ju
Sonia's POV I was bored, so I wandered through Michael's library, my fingers trailing over the spines of the books that lined the shelves. I had always loved getting lost in the musty scent and quiet atmosphere of a library, and Michael's was no exception. I got a glimpse of a golden coloured book, and instantly it caught my attention. I reached out to flip through its pages, but just as my fingers made contact with the cover, I heard the door behind me open.Michael leaned against the door frame with his thumbs stuck in the loops of his garment. His teeth, so white shine even brighter in his wide grin.I was already trembling in a spot. I was standing only a few steps from him, and the library, which was large, seemed close and confined. Suddenly the two of us were very alone. It was awkwardly intimate and highly disturbing.For a moment I forgot what I was doing here in the very first place, forgot why I had come, and wanted to flee.Why was he not putting on his shirt?It was very
Sonia's POV Control seemed to be the last thing on my mind when his mouth enveloped mine. All Michael was concerned about was taking off my clothes, jerking the material off me in strips, exposing the shape of my breasts, the tight beckoning nipples, the globes of my buttocks and the invitation glistening at the junction of my legs.He kissed his way from my lips to my breast, his mouth clamping greedily over my breast, teeth scraping and teasing while his tongue laved and soothed. I cried out, stunned pleasure written all over my face. His hand caressed my belly, touched my small golden hoop, and moved lower. The moment his fingers brushed my wetness, my entire body shuddered, a low moan escaping my mouth."You're so wet, Sonia." His fingers plunged deep into me, felt the contraction of my tight muscles, hot and moist and so velvet soft. And then he knew this was my first. His erection became heavy and thick, pulsed with the need to be buried deep inside of me.I rose my hip against
Sonia's POV I was barely awake, and just for an instant I thought I was in my father's house in my big bed. When her elbow made contact with a metal and the king's curtains, reality came rushing back to jar me. I recalled the heat of last night, and remembered instantly what I and Michael had done.I smiled.No one had ever bothered to tell me that being with the opposite gender was the height of pleasure. No one had even hinted it could be so wonderful and crazy at the same time. Michael's image assailed me forcefully. Hard, powerful, his broad chest wet and slick, his thighs braced hard in the tight shots. He was every woman's dream or maybe just mine his. He is the most arrogant bastard but last night he was utterly compelling. Delicious feelings were washing over my entire blood stream just thinking about last night.I sobered. I was wrapped in his bedroll, Michael, and I had shared it last night with him. Oh, God! I didn't even know if he enjoyed every moment just like I did.I