"Wake up, sleepy head." By the sound of the voice, my eyes fluttered open. Standing before me was Isabella. I glanced at the wall clock, only to discover that it was 10:50 PM. I wondered why Isabella had come to me by this time of the day. "My princess?" I called, watching her approach me. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me out into the cold and lonely night while I tried to struggle out of her grip but then, I didn't succeed. What wrong have I done this time? Soon, we got to a clearing where I saw other werewolves of my age gathered in a circle. She pushed me to the floor and I fell in their midst and I could hear them mock-laughing at me. "Happy birthday, weak," they all laughed and cheered in a mocking way as I looked at my arm and realised I had gotten a scratch from the fall. I tried to leave their midst, but then, they kept pulling me back. At this point, I knew I could not escape from their torture. The Alpha King and his Queen, who were supposed to be my saviour, had left for a ceremony two days ago and would be returning at dawn. I crawled, looking for an escape as they continued to taunt me. The frustration and helplessness I felt were devastating. It was clear that I was the weakest among them.
Lyssa
Rumours had it that many years ago, my family and pack were killed in a fight when I was still a baby. But then, the silver heart pack, where I call home today, carried and took care of me. Their Alpha King and Queen treated me so nicely as their own but though their only child, princess Isabella always felt threatened by my presence. She's always jealous that her parents treated me so well than herself and she fears that I might win her parents' trust. She also fears that she would be seen as the bad child while I am the good one. Isabella and I are of the same age but she's a month older.
Early this morning, I had just woken up, trying to rub the sleep off my eyes when suddenly, there was a knock on my door.
The door swung open, and a group of palace servants entered, bearing a beautifully decorated cake, singing "Happy Birthday Song" as they approached me.
The sight filled my heart with overwhelming joy, and tears of happiness trickled down my cheeks.
I took hold of the knife placed atop the cake.
With the servants eagerly surrounding me with smiling faces, I cut into the cake. Each of them took their portion. It's my birthday, December 23rd. I'm finally 21 years old.
As the day progressed, later at night, while I was sleeping, I heard a voice.
"Wake up, sleepy head." By the sound of the voice, my eyes fluttered open. Standing before me was Isabella.
I glanced at the wall clock, only to discover that it was 10:50 PM.
I wondered why Isabella had come to me by this time of the day.
"My princess?" I called, watching her approach me. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me out into the cold and lonely night while I tried to struggle out of her grip but then, I didn't succeed. What wrong have I done this time?
Soon, we got to a clearing where I saw other werewolves of my age gathered in a circle. She pushed me to the floor and I fell in their midst and I could hear them mock-laughing at me.
"Happy birthday, weak," they all laughed and cheered in a mocking way as I looked at my arm and realised I had gotten a scratch from the fall.
I tried to leave their midst, but then, they kept pulling me back. At this point, I knew I could not escape from their torture. The Alpha King and his Queen, who were supposed to be my saviour, had left for a ceremony two days ago and would be returning at dawn.
I crawled, looking for an escape as they continued to taunt me. The frustration and helplessness I felt were devastating.
It was clear that I was the weakest among them.
"Look at her!" one wolf sneered. " She's nothing but a pathetic excuse for a wolf! How can she possibly think she belongs with us?"
Laughter erupted from the pack. Each mocking word they uttered cut through my heart.
"Hey, weakling!" Another wolf jeered, his voice dripping with cruelty. "You should've stayed hidden forever or maybe you should have joined your dead parents. Maybe then we wouldn't be subjected to the misery of your presence."
I knew they were right , I was weak, feeble, and undeserving of their respect. Maybe I should have indeed joined my dead parents.
"Lyssa the wolfless and mateless..." said Isabella as she they all laughed at her words and turned it into a chorus.
"Lyssa the wolfless and mateless..." They all chorused it over and over again.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out their words, but it was no use. Their hateful voices seemed to echo through the entire clearing. Why couldn't I be like them? Why was I the only one still without a wolf? As if on cue, they began to howl, pointing at me and laughing because they knew I couldn't howl like them.
My heart ached with the desire to shift, to prove them wrong.
My eyes landed on the full moon, shining brightly in the night sky, and a pang of envy coursed through me as tears filled my eyes. The others would transform tonight while I remained trapped in this weak human form. I longed to join them, to feel the power and freedom that came with shifting.
I tried to block out their jeers but their mocking howling voices grew louder.
Just then, I watched as they all transformed into their wolf, their human bone snapping as they groaned in pain while their wolf body came into view and I was still in my human form. I watched them as they ventured into the bush. Tears ran down my eyes, I stood up, running far away and not knowing my destination and while I ran, tears never ceased to pour out my eyes. Thereafter, I caught sight of a gathering. I didn't know what they were celebrating but I wiped my eyes and approached, then joined them. It's my birthday after all, I needed to make myself happy. I took a drink over and over again as I drank but then, I started to feel tipsy as I danced to the beating drums and enjoying my own company when suddenly, a man approached me.
"Hello." He called out loud, the sound of the environment made us struggle to hear each other clearly.
He asked my name and I told him. He is so cute and handsome. His words slurred with alcohol. We both danced to the beating drums. That was the last scene I remembered. The next day, I woke up and found myself lying naked inside the bush beside a big tree. I looked at my naked body and realised that I was already bleeding. "Good morning." A voice said as I turned to the voice. There he was, the stranger I met last night, he was also naked, smiling sexily at me. Oh, moon goddess, what have I done?
"You look sweet and no one would want to resist you." he said as I swiftly got up, wore my dress, ignored whatever else he had to say as I ran back home. I never would have thought that my future mate would meet me as a non virgin. It broke my heart.
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Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman—lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love—until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."