Finally done. I think tears are smarting behind my eyes.
The sun beats down on my back and with the warmth it brings, my memories of pain come rushing back.The laughter of kids fills my ears faintly while the feeling of my throat closing up with tears comes back like a dull ache.A life of happiness was never meant for me.Maybe that's why I'm doing this instead of being somewhere else right now.I feel his hands grip my jaw, slowly, almost tenderly. The hate and resentment in his eyes knocks whatever tenderness his touch might portray right out of me and I gulp despite myself."If you're going to choke Adelaide, then at least do it properly."He throws my face away the next second and I go crashing onto the floor beneath me. My breath comes in heavy short spurts and tears line the corner of my eyes.His cold blue ones bore right into my soul as he sneers and stares down at me."Do it again, and don't make me come back until you get it right this time."I watch as Lyros walks off and as he does, my stupid heart follows him too.My feelings
Running will only take you so far in life. Sometimes the only thing you can do except run is fly........ but unluckily for me werewolves aren't built with wings. The only thing I can do is run. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sound of leaves as I step on them crashes into my ears and the adrenaline pumping into my veins almost makes me pass out from sheer tiredness. I stop to catch my breath. I'm doing it. I'm finally doing it! I am running away from my pack and I am not taking even one look back at whatever it is I have left behind. All they ever offered me was pain. Pain and broken bones. I ignore the way my heart twists at those thoughts and focus on walking again. One step at a time. With each step I take, I go farther from my pack. My parents lead this pack and I should have been treated like a queen in it, but ironically the reverse is the case. A chuckle escapes my throat and I wipe away the blood that comes with that chuckle. My neck is broken somewhere. I'm su
"Get dressed." My mother sneers at me and pushes me into a room before she locks the door behind her. My heart is in my mouth due to the fear I'm feeling but I ignore that and focus on getting dressed. I passed out again somewhere in the middle of the strange man's conversation with my parents, but one thing is clear. He's here for me. I gulp. The thought of it fills me with excitement and dread at the same time, but the excitement overpowers the dread and I find myself smiling. Fuck. My head still aches from the way I had hit it on Gerald's earlier and I haven't recovered from the damage they did to me before. My whole body hurts. Regret is something I said I would not feel no matter what happened with my escape plan, but right now I regret trying to run away like that. I should have found somewhere to hide first before running. Wolves always give chase to the prey they can see. What they don't see, never hurts them. My mind drifts back to the blue eyed man again and I fe
She's useless. That's the first thing i notice about her. Expending all that energy just to run away but never actually getting away. It's like she expected her capture before setting out and she waited for it patiently, like a good little weakling. "Any thoughts on how long this one is going to last before you kill her?" Cain is a lanky silver blond-haired presence beside me, and the only one who can talk to me without wetting himself. I appreciate that about him, so I reply when he speaks. "It'll depend on how well she performs." I hear his breath catch. "You want to fuck her first?" There is slight disgust in his tone and I turn to face him. "Is that displeasing to you Cain?" "She's an omega!" "And I'll do what I want to do. Am I clear?" There is a note of unbridled anger in my voice and I know Cain hears it too. His mesmerizingly beautiful silver eyes turn away from mine and he clears his throat as he adjusts his posture. "Yes Lord Lyros." The room suddenly feels too
The sound of a wolf howling in the distance brings me out of my slumber and I try to move. I can't. Amidst my tears and hysterical screaming, I was either hit behind the head or I screamed so much that I passed out. No matter what happened, my fate is sealed. Thinking about it now, maybe it's because of the way he appeared in my head before, making me touch myself and then calling me filthy after. Or maybe it's because of how he snapped Jane's neck without the slightest bit of hesitation. I always heard rumors of how such a man existed. One of the four Lycan kings in this realm, and the only man with the power to make any Alpha cower in fear before him, even those who were twice his size thought more than twice before they stood up to him, and no one ever did. I always imagined that kind of man to be the type that was all muscles and bulging veins. With the biggest bush of a beard ever grown and either some chainmail or a hacksaw in his hands. I never really thought that he wou
I always leave my brides to settle in for a day or two before I kill them. It makes them run mad with desperation. In those two days, they will do absolutely anything to escape the fate that awaits them and I find it amusing to watch as they place their chips on the bargaining table. Some offer family wealth. Others offer secrets. Most offer their bodies and sometimes I let the guards have their way with them. Werewolf packs will give you the illusion that they are nothing but a group of wolves, coming together for joint safety, protection and a common interest. The Alpha heads the pack, and he is always graceful, benevolent, and even if he's sometimes trashy at first, he'll naturally bloom into a strong man of honorable actions. It would have been nice if that was the truth, but it's all a lie. Some of those Alphas are born trash and they die as the trash they are. Werewolves have secrets they hide too, but I don't need this one to hand over any of her secrets. I want to kill
The Lycan king's words sound like falling sand to me. I can't see past the pain in my fingers.It's not just my fingers, but also my heart. I have been beaten, humiliated, cursed at and seen only in terms of what I can do for others and the pack. I'm the lowly omega daughter of the Alpha, a disgrace to the pack and the one who will never be free no matter how much she tries.The moment I hear the word freedom, my tears come out even hotter and I try not to break out into another sob.I can't help but feel like he's lying to me.There's no way I can ever be free."This offer isn't going to last forever Adelaide, I'm guessing you have....."Panic flares through me and I almost scream the words."I'm in!"They slip out of my mouth before I can even think of anything else and with my fear filled eyes, I look up to peer at the face of the man whose mercy I'm at.He looks amused, and somehow that makes me feel this is the right decision.He would have killed me if he wanted to kill me, bu
"It's a sad world for girls like you y'know." I watch as the guard peeks his head into my room with a smile on his face. He looks pleased with himself and I don't want to wonder why that is. "You're supposed to get some food to eat today aren't you?" My head aches. Like someone's hitting it with a mallet and my body is weak. Seven days without food, only dreams, and I didn't even eat in those dreams. I open my mouth to speak but my voice comes out raw. What I say does not make any sense. The guard chuckles and walks into the room, his eyes roam the expanse of my skin and he frowns and wrinkles up his nose. I took a bath the night of the first day, so I got rid of some of the grime on my skin, but I haven't taken another bath since then. Personal hygiene is the least of my problems. He leans down and crouches before me. He's the guard from last time, the one with the scar, and as I suspected before, whatever magic they had worked on themselves was what made me find them irresisti