Zane:
“None of this adds up,” I mutter to Rufus, my steps echoing in the hall.
The reality of being a werewolf still feels like a dream, and knowing that Kiara is my mate only complicates things. A long-term relationship isn’t on my agenda, especially when all I can think of is making her pay for her father’s sins against my family.
“What do I do?” I ask, my hand resting on Rufus’s shoulder.
He starts to respond, but I silence him with a hand.
“That’s it!” I shout, a brilliant idea forming in my mind.
“The full moon is tonight, and mating with her will be simple. Then I’ll hold the threat of rejection over her if she tries to run,” I explain, noticing Rufus’s furrowed brow.
His disapproval is evident, but it’s irrelevant to me. I’ve never been one to care much about others’ opinions.
“The beauty of this plan is its foolproof nature. She’s experienced rejection before, so all I need to do is leave my mark, and we’re set,” I say, patting his back before walking the stairs.
I walk to Kiara’s room, and I open the door to see her fast asleep. I shut the door, and I walk to her bed. Then I sit close to her, and I pat her hair, looking at her beautiful face. The memories of that night replay in my mind, and the way I escaped from being consumed with my parents and all the workers in our house. She was only a kid then, but I couldn’t throw away the fact that her whole family put me in misery.
“Do it now,” urges my wolf, and I release a deep sigh. I push out my fangs and settle next to her.
An odd sensation courses through me as my wolf’s howl of anticipation nearly drowns out my seething resentment towards her. I brush her hair aside, exposing her elegant neck, which I graze with my teeth. A soft current pulses through my veins, causing my eyes to flicker momentarily as our souls become entwined. The gravity of the situation hits me, but I’m resolved to see my vengeance through, no matter the cost.
The instant I withdraw, Kiara springs up, gasping heavily. She fixes her gaze on me, silent and questioning.
‘What just happened? Why am I hearing voices? Why is he here? I need to get out of this territory.’
Her subconscious thoughts echo in my mind, but before I can respond, she cries out, “What did you do?”
A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth as I rise to my feet, casually sliding my hands into my pockets.
“The voices I am hearing… they’re not mine. If it’s what I suspect, then…”
“Hello, mate,” I greet her, watching as her brows furrow in confusion.
“Do you not understand the rules? You can’t just go around marking people while they sleep.”
“I’m aware, Kiara. But I don’t care about you. I didn’t mark you because I wanted to be your mate. My hatred for you is too much that I’ll stop at nothing to see you suffer,” I retort, my gaze locked on hers, waiting as a flicker of fear crosses her eyes.
She blinks and swallows hard, and I chuckle.
“The mate bond is a leash. We both understand the consequences of rejection, and this is your second chance granted by the moon goddess. If you try to run and I reject you, survival might not be in your cards.”
“I’d rather die than be mated to a monster like you!” she retorts, rising to her feet and attempting to leave. But I catch her, pulling her back and tossing her onto the bed with a single tug.
Kiara recoils, her back meeting the softness of the bed. I stand still, my jaw clenched tight.
“Empty words, Kiara!” I spit out, the bitterness in my voice palpable.
“You’re seeking approval, a love that will never be returned from your husband. You’re not ready for death’s stiff embrace, are you? Behave, and perhaps, just perhaps, I’ll let you live.”
With those words hanging heavy in the air, I turn, my hand reaching for the door handle. But then I hear a murmur from her wolf about bonding and mating. I pause, turning back to her.
“Remember this, Kiara,” I say, my voice a low growl. “You can’t mate with anyone but me. We are bound together.”
With that, I stride out; the door slamming shut behind me.
The moment I leave the room, a huge sigh escapes my lips. I navigate the hallway, my mind deliberately avoiding the recent events. My focus sharpens on the hatred I harbor for her, fueling my thirst for revenge.
“Sir,” Rufus’s voice echoes as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I choose to ignore him.
“Natalie is here to see you,” he announces, causing my brows to furrow instantly.
Natalie and I share a casual relationship, yet she harbors the belief that something serious might blossom between us one day.
“Tell her that…” My words trail off as I enter the living room, finding her comfortably seated with a glass of wine in her hands.
Our eyes meet, and a smile graces her lips. She places the wineglass on the table and rises, her short gown barely reaching her buttocks. With a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, she begins to approach me.
“Zane,” she says, running her hands over my crotch area.
“Leave!” I tell Rufus, and he scurries away as I face Natalie.
“I want you now,” she says, a smirk forming on my lips.
Beyond Natalie’s desire for something more, she understands my preferences, and without hesitation, she fulfills them whenever I crave. With Rufus shutting the doors to the living room, I seize Natalie, pressing her back against my chest.
My hand trails along her thighs to the base of her pussy.
“I’ve had a terrible day, so I won’t go easy on you. I’ll fuck you like my private whore,” I whisper.
“Yes, please,” she gasps, as my fingers slide into her pants...
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Kiara:I don’t need to be told twice to get into the bathtub. I know I’m given ten minutes, but there’s no way I can take a bath in ten minutes, so I take my bath as fast as I can. Then I walk back to the room to see a dress laid out for me.It’s a deep blue color, with a fitted top and a long, flowing skirt. The dress has no sleeves and a modest neckline.“Do I really have to wear this?” I ask Ariana, who is standing rigidly by the door.She nods, and I let out a groan of protest. She glances at her wristwatch and says, “Ma’am, we are two minutes late, and…”“I get it,” I interrupt, rolling my eyes.I grab the gown and stride over to the mirror. As I remove my towel, Ariana gasps and quickly shuts her eyes. I ignore her reaction and slip into the gown. It fits perfectly on my upper body, accentuating my waist, while the skirt of the gown hangs perfectly on my ass.“Looks good,” I admit, giving a twirl in front of the large mirror.Ariana approaches me with a box and says, “he asked to
Kiara:Following my clash with Zane, I stride back to my room; the door slamming behind me in a burst of anger. Ariana is there, her face bright with a broad grin, eagerly awaiting feedback. But I ignore her, throwing myself onto the bed and repeatedly pummeling the pillow.“Ma’am,” Ariana says, reaching for my hand. She halts my assault on the pillow, and I turn to face her, my brows furrowed in irritation.“We should get you out of those clothes,” she says, and I exhale a sigh.I take a deep breath and decide not to lash out at her. She’s innocent in all this. The real foe is Zane Malibu, and I must keep my attention on him.As Ariana assists me in removing my dress, a thought occurs to me.“Ari,” I call out. Her eyes widen at the nickname.“Ye...yes, ma’am,” she stammers, and I scoff. I remind myself that she will have to get used to the shortened name.“When do you think Mr. Malibu will want to see me again?” The question lingers in the air, sounding out of place and revealing my
Kiara: “Argh!” I scream as I open my eyes to find Zane staring down at me. He chuckles, and I furrow my brows as he stands up from my bed. “I can see that I occupy your thoughts day and night,” he says, causing me to pull me to make a fist under the blanket. He strides towards the door before turning to face me. “An old friend of mine is in town. If your family has any hobbies besides murdering innocent people, then you surely would have heard of the great John Hilly.” Everyone knows John Hilly, and it’s exciting that I’ll get to meet him, but I can’t let Zane know how thrilled I am because he seems to take pleasure in draining the life out of me. “Why are you telling me this?” I ask, and he closes the door, walking towards me. “We’re having a private dinner with him, and you must behave!” he grits his teeth, then walks away. I slump back in bed, pulling the blanket over my face. ** Dinner with John Hilly arrived quickly, and once again, I find myself in front of the mirror,
Zane:If there’s one thing I despise more than Kiara’s pack, it’s taking someone else’s advice. Rufus is right, and this mate bond seriously messes with the mind. Kiara is attractive, but I’ve met other women who look twice as appealing, and all I can think about is how she looks without clothes.I want to hold her, rip off her dress, kiss those plump and juicy lips of hers, and make her moan my name all night.Fuck!I grab her hand immediately, pinning her against the wall, and I stare at her captivating figure. My body twitches with anger and my wolf howls in excitement, yet I know I can’t give in to its desires.“Smack me already if you will,” Kiara interrupts, breaking through my internal mind bugging struggle.I remember finding her voice annoying on the first day, but now there’s nothing I crave more than hearing her call out my name in a high octave of pleasure.‘Get a hold of yourself,’ I tell myself. Despite my inner conflict, I can’t resist. I grab her neck, tightening my gr
Zane:Those words sound like a dream, but I know my foster father better than anyone. He is ready to tear down my house for one night, and rebuild it the next day as long as he gets what he wants. I make a phone call for the gates to be opened and then I rush out of my room.When I get to the stairs, I see Rufus at the foot of the stairs.“Do you know the Godfather is here?” I ask, and he nods.I stare at him with my hands on my waist, and my brows arched. Then I go in for a punch, but he ducks.“I tried to tell you, sir, but you didn’t listen. I… I… am sorry,” he says, and I scoff, walking away.Lately, I find myself angrier, and I can’t tell if my workers are getting on my nerves or if it’s Kiara.As I reach the front door, the man who has shaped me into the person I am opens it, and we come face to face. He stands tall like he always does, and his feet look really strong. Wrinkles appear on his grey brows and his usual smile, which used to hang on his face, is absent, making way fo
Kiara:Of course I saw Gia standing by the door, and I needed Zane to say something demeaning about her. I saw her kiss him outside, and the way she was all over him got to me, no matter how much I don’t want it to.Zane marked me, and I can’t help what the mate bond is doing to me, and it’s his fault, so I have to make his life unbearable.“Gia, wait!” Zane calls out, but Gia slams the door hard in his face.Zane shoots me an angry look, but I ignore him and tuck myself into bed. He has a lot of explaining to do, and I’m ready to hear it. I can hear things from a distance if I want to, so I don’t need to get out of bed to hear their conversation. I lie tight in bed as I hear him running down the hallway after Gia. When he catches up with her, he tries to hold her, but she pushes him away.“All these years, I think the feeling is mutual. You have sex with me, Zane. I give up my virginity for you and I have seen no man for five years. I am twenty-three, and I never dream of any man but
Kiara :I know the mate bond is messing us up, but he has gone way too far. Whooping up fifty million dollars wouldn’t be a problem if I were still Luna. It sucks a lot to be under this man, and I have never been powerless in my entire life. He is my mate, so I desire him in a way that makes me hate myself.“Haven’t you done enough?” I question, and he glares at me with his brows wrinkled.“In the space of twenty-four hours, you have done a lot. Gia and I are meeting for the first time and somehow, she already hates me because of you.” I say to him, and his face loosens up a bit.“Look, I don’t have time for this. I am running behind schedule, please behave.” he says, and I chuckle.“Behave? I could say the same for you, Mr. Malibu. You have the audacity to order everyone around, and you want everyone on their best behaviour, but there is…”“Kiara!” he yells, cutting me short.“The truth hurts, Mr. Malibu, but you have to acknowledge it,” I say to him, and then he turns to leave with h