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r him to move to the edge of the bed in front of me. Before I can react, he grabs me by my a

Repeating it on a loop in my head, I tell myself that someone is going to interru

nic rolling off me the moment he drags a fingertip down my thigh. He s

into a sitting position. Running his hands over my hair, to smooth

p but cringe away from his touch when he began to

Grabbing me by the nape of my neck, squeezing painfully, he moves me b

ough hands make me flinch as he begins to wedge them between my knees, sl

ion himself between them. I know he is enjoying every moment of my despair a

d quickly, breaking his grip on my neck. I launched myself to the center of th

of the bed and shoves it forcefully up a

me from the side of the bed, “But that

like this. This makes the rest of it seem like child's play. His eyes flash d

round them, burying my face in them as

ttress to me. The only warning before my head is jerked sharply bac

ine. I press my lips together tightly, and he nips at them warningly, demanding

s soon as it opens. My lips are bleeding profusely, and I can taste my own

tongue, hard enough for us to taste his blood. He immediately jerks away from us, sp

lf free, scrambling away from him. Going toward the

snaps to the side, my face instantly swelling. When he can see that I am still fightin

is fist into my face once more before tossing me to the floor.

me in the stomach and prowls around me. "I can make your life enjoyable,

s his property. Unfortunately, nothing could keep the whimpers from escaping though, as he deli

e bathroom and throws me to the ground. "Slaves don't get to rest until their wor

n a daze. Even knowing just how much danger I am in currently, it takes me a

’t hesitate to beat me further. If the

nd clothes from around the bathroom and bedroom. Tears snake their wa

bed of its improper sheets before I left, and each trip full of laundry was agony. While my lips

way down to the kitchen. A large, stern-looking woman is st

towards me with her eyes narrowed. I clea

s died in my throat as she stalk

chen now, and you are no longer welcome in here!" She growls, gra

woman doesn't even spare me a second glance as she follows me, openi

und the house as needed, and the door is locked only once I’ve finished dinner cleanup

alize, not for the first time, that I hate my life. Hate myself. I have no de

ate of each wolf, right down to choosing their fated mates. My entire exist

ood Goddess as the

live this life, then she is evil. If nothing else, why

e under before I can