NYX'S POVIt was late in the night already and I was in Aurora's room. Her and I with Elaine just parted a few minutes ago. We spent the whole evening trying to catch up with everything that happened. They told me how worried they were and how much they feared about my well-being when I was away.Elaine even told me she spoke about it with Savio and somehow she was able to convince him to give her the keys to my room because they couldn't keep hoping I'd open up till something bad happens. So they had even agreed on tomorrow's night.When she said it, I was so happy that they couldn't get the keys on time. Because how messy would it have been for them to open the door with fear for my soul only for them to meet me wrapped in the Alpha's hands. Oh goodness, how embarrassing would that have been. What would Aurora even think of me? They'd have been so disappointed in me that no matter the amount of explanation they'd not believe a thing I say.They might even jump to the conclusions o

ATLAS'S POV"Let's place aside the long story, we have so many things to attend to, what I want to know is if they have been sorted out?" I asked Savio, my voice laced with impatience, as we walked down the hallway heading to the basement at the end to see that bastard.My impatience was palpable, fueled by the urgency of the situation. I didn't care about the intricacies or the narrative that accompanied eliminating a person who deserved nothing less. All that mattered to me was that the job had been executed precisely as it should have been."Yes yes. We have sorted it out.” Savio replied, his voice calm and steady. "And also I've passed a message to Drakus and Blaise to ensure the borders are locked." He informed me. "Good job," I acknowledged, a surge of anger coursing through me as I recalled the transgressions committed by Chase. "Tell Chase to see me later today. I've heard a complaint about him, and after issuing a warning, I better not hear of a repeat offense. Otherwise, he

NYX'S POVAs I stood in front of Atlas's door, my heart pounded in my chest, and my palms grew clammy. The anticipation of facing him made my stomach twist into knots. "Here we go," I whispered to myself, mustering up the courage to confront him.With a hesitant hand, I gripped the doorknob and turned it slowly, the door creaking open. Stepping inside, I was immediately greeted by a familiar scent, a unique combination of musk and sandalwood that belonged solely to him. A quick rush of memories and emotions washed over me, reminding me of the hours we had spent together here and how it shielded me from the rest of the world. But there was no time for nostalgia now; I had a task at hand and needed to focus.I tiptoed further into the room, my eyes scanning for any signs of Atlas's presence. Thankfully, he wasn't there. Call me lucky.A wave of relief washed over me, temporarily easing the anxiety that had consumed me moments before. I silently hoped that luck would be on my side, a

NYX'S POVAfter our unnecessary banter, we spoke for a while then settled in comfortable silence. Our body decorated the bed like beautiful paintings on a canvas. We lazily sprawled out there, tired and wet like a mother's napkin on a Sunday evening after all the days cooking and stress- the only difference was that ours was sex. Hot and steamy. Passionate and filled with fury.After our heated make out session. I felt sore and weak from all the; screaming, ramming and slamming. Gosh, it was intense. I'm sure if I didn't stop him our last make out would have turned into a full blown sex. I turned a little as I looked at his sleeping form, he looked peaceful and sweet. His arms were still loosely draped around my waist, his big body overshadowing mine and In an odd way I kinda felt safe.Oh, Nyx. I whined, trying to get a grip on myself. People did feel safe in people's arms but what was mine about? As a slave feeling safe in my masters arms should actually be a crime. I was his prey

NYX'S POV"Turn Around." He repeated the tone of his voice growing more and more demanding as he gazed into my eyes intensely.He had sent someone to call me over.And I could almost swear that he looked so hot at that moment that I wanted nothing than for him to bend me over the table and fuck me dirty. But I wouldn't give in so easily. "Make me." I challenged as I bit my bottom lip.He meets my defiance with a vicious laugh, and then lifts me up, turns me around, and bends me over the chair. Yes, handle me roughly daddy.I suppress a gasp when Atlas squeezes my ass and brings his lips close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin."Has anyone ever made you feel how I feel? Tell me, have you let many people touch you down here in the last few years?" He asks, pulling my coat as he rubbed his thumb over my thin lace panties. The one I intentionally wore because I wanted to seduce him."E...nough," I stammered, sucking in my breath as his fingers tingled. "Enough to make me proud t