Caelum’s pov.Sophia comes storming into my room as I come out of the baths.Her face is sheet white.She doesn’t get a sheet white face when she’s shocked. I know that, I've been making background checks now.She gets the sheet white face when she’s dumbfounded. When she can’t wrap her head around something.Her knuckles are bloodshot though, and I can see the note, crumpled, and being squeezed so tight it’d probably take two men to pry her fingers off it. I wrap my towel more firmly around my waist, and I move to get some pants or a robe.A robe.I comment as I take it.“I see you’ve gotten my apology.”It takes a while.It takes enough time for me to collapse into a chair, run a hand through my wet hair, and cock an inquisitive brow up at the lack of an answer before she finally responds,“You flogged him.”I nod because I did.I considered a more permanent punishment. A more defining act, like taking a limb, but I'm measured with my punishments.“YOU FLOGGED HIM, BLOODY.”I hear t

THE SPINERIDGE MANSION.Violet’s pov.“No.”I tap Alpha Ulric’s arm repeatedly, panting heavily as I do so while he slams into me.Ulric’s grunts give me a wild beating in my pulse because I know what is going to happen when he starts grunting like this. I feel him slam into me, over and over and over. Sometimes he manages to hit some pleasure spots, and other times, he just keeps on thrusting, despite my discomfort, despite my winces.He has his hand tangled in my hair and I have my back arched, on my hands and feet while he stands at the foot of the bed, thrusting relentlessly.I moan despite whatever I might be feeling. The moans are necessary.Ulric’s grunting comes faster again and I tap his arm again, try to push him away, his thrusting becomes faster and as always, it’s like the tapping only spurs him on, the pushing only makes him even want to be closer, the struggle… the struggle just makes him want to have his wayI mutter my final lines in this scene as I feel Ulric swell i

Sophia’s pov.“This is very weird.”The sun is brilliant today. The air from the open windows is borderline rejuvenating, but Alora does not hesitate to say whatever is on her mind and I hate her for it.I glare at her, and while she returns my glare she thankfully leaves me the fuck alone.She turns to Caelum instead,“Why is she blushing? And… is that color on your cheeks, Mr Maximoff?Did you two bang last night?”Caelum’s head snaps up from his book immediately and there’s a very dramatic rise to his nose. He looks like he’d strike her down with thunder from his eyes if he could.Alora scoffs and before I can tell her maybe she’s poked him just enough, she remarks in a biting tone, “The book you’re reading, it’s in French.”Caelum’s response is sharp, “I understand French perfectly.”“And it doesn’t matter that it’s also a collection of fairy tales, does it?”I want to say she has him but again Caelum’s response is just as sharp, “I like a good story where I can find it.”Alora sm

Alpha Joran and Luna Margery of the SIlvershine pack live in a place that’s the picture of grace and perfection.Every single time.I hear Alora suck in a breath as we break out into the indoor garden and a butterfly flutters near her. She’s fascinated, the same way everyone else is when they come here.I look at this place, these constructions, beautiful, all of them, from mine and Ulric’s home to Ariana and Alvin’s, then now to this, an older werewolf couple who appreciate beauty as much as much as everyone else, even more. I wonder at the vanity of it all.I’m not saying people shouldn’t enjoy nice things. I enjoy nice things myself.I’m just saying there’s an obvious extravagance to the lives we lead, and while the exterior might look pretty, the interior holds a lot of nasty things sometimes.Luna Mar’s eyes meet mine and I walk over to them. No one would think for a second that this woman was older than I was. No one would believe it… and why should they?She only looks younger

c“Luna Sophia!”Alora’s voice is tinged with panic as she exclaims and I can tell that the same thing happening to me is what is happening to her.Rough hands grab me from behind, hoisting me up by the hair painfully before capturing my arms behind me and holding them there. I can already smell the rank sweat of a male thug, I can already feel the heat radiating off his body, and then there’s that light scent that comes into the air.Alpha Joras and Luna Mar sit with smiles on their faces. Only Alora’s struggle can be heard but I know she can’t escape. I can tell her how futile making an effort will be already, because I've been in this situation before.Countless times even. It’s always just a different genre of the same situation.“You and your little minion will be escorted to a room, here, in my mansion. You will stay there, at my mercy, and then when either I or my Alpha decide on what to do with you, we’ll contact Ulric for the go-ahead. It’s obvious he has no further use for y