She wasn't supposed to be at the royal ball. She wasn't supposed to meet the Werewolf King And she wasn't supposed to spend a night with him, pretending to be who she was not. His mate, Enerald. But she did, and now she had to face the consequences. The greatest of thieves of all times, the Phoenix, would have never been caught by the authorities. If she hadn't done just one thing wrong..... Betray the Apha King, And now she has to pay her entire life for it. In a Kingdom where playing with knives was forbidden, she dared to play with the Kings heart. And now he is not going to stop... till he has destroyed her. " I will avenge each and every second of your life, you pretended to be my mate, you filthy rogue! Every second of it till you beg me for your death!" - Zachary " I will survive every torture you bestow upon me Alpha King. Each and every one till your heart gets tired of hating me, to only forgive me" - Eirene
Present-
The Penitentiary Dungeon.
*Whip*
" Speak you filth! Why did you kill them!" *
Whip*
" Spit it out! What made you murder those innocents? "
* Whip*
" Confess you piece of shit!"
* Whip*
The interrogator roars, putting in all his force and the wolfsbane-laded whip recoils the hundredth time, after connecting with the convict's skin.
"Shit. "
Dropping from his hand, the whip settles on the floor of the dungeon. It's metal studs dripping with fresh blood.The interrogator breathes laboriously. Staring down at the fresh blisters covering his palms.
He grits his teeth to look at the body swaying from the chains suspended on the ceiling. The black hood covering the convict's head aspirates near the person's lips. Signifying that the person was still conscious. Breathing.
Damn it. What is this person made of?
Steel?
He groans under his breath to wonder. He has tortured and executed thousands of people before. Serving the court makes one do it daily. But he had never met someone like this one before.
21 days of continuous torture.
18 days without food.
48 hours without even a single drop of water.
A thousand cuts and bruises, countless broken bones. Pool of blood at his feet, dripping to form a pool under him.
Yet. No screams. No pleas. No words, let alone a confession of his sins. Any other werewolf would have been long dead. But not this one.
The Phoenix.
The alias made sense now. Every time he comes back, this person seems to have risen from the ashes. The desire to rip that black hood and reveal the most wanted prisoner's identity was strong. But the interrogator was not a fool to go against the council's order. The words in it were clear.
'No one was allowed to see his face. The torture was constricted to his arms, back, legs, and feet. No physical contact. No pain suppressants. '
The words were rather surprising. No convict ever got special orders like this. There were no restrictions on their powers to draw out information until this one.
Cleaning the sweat lining his forehead, he stares at the hundred seeping red cuts on the person's back. It looked like a red painting on a canvas despite the low lighting in the room.
From the little that was visible, Phoenix's body frame was rather too flimsy. The interrogator expected him to be a man with a strong bulky build. But he was again wrong. The mysteries surrounding this man still remain unanswered.
" Any change of mind?"
He asks to only get silence in reply. Picking up the whip, he twists it around his palm again to yield in the air.
* Whip*
Not even a flinch. Nothing. Pin drop silence.
" Aghh!" Aggravated, he gets ready to hit again when a crass voice grunts from behind. Making his hand to stop mid-air.
" Enough."
The interrogator turns around and his eyes widen in shock realizing who stood there. Dropping his head in a bow, he stutters.
" Your Highness"
A huge 6'3 inch man stood at the threshold of the dungeon. His aura alone is powerful enough to make the strongest of men bow in front of him.
The King of the Kings.
The Alpha of all Alpha's.
Zachary King.
He was the only living ascended of the true pure-blood Royals. The one who can yield extraordinary power. Those blue eyes stay fixated on the figure hanging from the ceiling. Not bothering to even look at the interrogator who looked like he can piss his pants any second.
" I wasn't aware you would be...be visiting him ..your highness."
The disgust laced with the word 'him' hung in the air. Phoenix wasn't a hero for the people. Rather he was considered to be the worst kind of evil to have ever walked on earth. Him getting caught and killed was sure to be celebrated as a festival by the people. The victory of good over evil.
" Get out."
The king's gruff voice had the interrogator jumping on his feet. Within the next 5 seconds. He was gone. Closing the door behind.
The sound of blood drops falling from Phoenix's toe into the pool of blood under him. Was the only sound audible.
Minutes pass.
No one moved.
Phoenix's heavy restricted breathe under the black hood, relaxed to a soft inhale and exhale. Walking around the hanging body, like a predator circling its wounded prey. The King's heavy footsteps echo in the room. Stopping in front of Phoenix. He stares at his limp body with an indecipherable look in his eyes.
" I hope your stay is comfortable here. "
" I am afraid I couldn't make any last-minute arrangements of wolfsbane or silver as torture means.
" Werewolf rights have been a prerogative issue in the council recently."
The tied body suddenly goes stiff, as recognition floods in. And then it squirms, wriggling in the chains. Thrashing desperately like a fish out of water.
" Shhh relax. We don't want you losing any more blood now, do we? "
Leaning in closer, the king whiffs the person's neck to speak darkly.
" I want you conscious and breathing. Your innocent eyes are fixed on mine when the rope is pulled and life drains out of your eyes slowly yet painfully tomorrow. "
With this, he yanks up the dark hood making a cascade of brown hair to tumble down in waves. Red, tear-strained brown eyes looked back at him. And for a second the world stood still.
"You told them you love me ,huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrows, jaw hardened and eyes narrowed at the shy girl he has hated all his life. She was afraid of his tone,he didn't looked happy with her confession. Was her love going to be unrequited one? "I fuck*** asked you something Ezra! Answer me!" His tone made her gulp,his grip on her arm made her flinch in fear. "Yes" She finally answered looking into his emotionless eyes. Smirking he laughed at her confession,not believing her. "Ezra,do you even know what love is,Oh I almost forgot you are an Orphan,how would you know?" His words were sharp as knife, piercing her healed wounds. She fisted her hands, trying to control her tears. He sighed in frustration running his hand through his hair. "Now mom will not stop till she has made you her daughter in law! Fu**! Why you!" He said ,pacing the room . Oblivion to the tears ,she tried her best to hide. He didn't love her. He never did, she was a fool to even think that he for once did. Hate is all he had for her and those who said hate is the beginning of love,were fools mocking her right now. Gathering the little pride left in her she answers back in a quivering voice. "Yes,I love you. But I don't want anything from you." She says and he stares.Confused at her weird confession. Who says that ? "Nothing you say? Are you playing some brain games girl?" She lowers her eyes and leaves but not before whispering the words that made him feel something after a very long time. "Love is not something to learn ,but to feel Aaron. And I know what I feel. You may name it infatuation and lust,but I proudly call it my selfless love" .................................................................... Ezra was not meant to be born,an orphan left on the streets when she was an infant. Mrs Reed an influential women takes her in, to make her live in her castle as the adopted daughter of their household help Mrs Mary She grew up in the castle with Mrs Reed's sons, treated as family by everyone. Except for Aaron, the eldest son of Mrs Reed who despised the orphan girl. Her smile irritated him, her sweet words infuriated him. He hated the sweet girl which everyone was so fond of, while poor Ezra liked him despite his loathe towards her. She selflessly loved him all these years, not expecting anything in return. But how long can an unrequited love survive? How long can the selfless girl find her happiness in the man that only hates her. What happens when Mrs Reed comes to know of the girls feelings towards her Son and forces him to marry her? Can her selfless love melt his frozen heart or will she loose herself trying to get him? Let's find out on this beautiful journey of love, betrayals and hate. That how long can a selfless love sustain?
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"You can't reject me!" She said, trying to control her tears. His eyes indifferent ,as he took in her shivering state. Moving closer,he traps her body between the wall and his frame. Saying his next words in a voice laced with hate. "I can my dear mate,you should have thought about it when you betrayed" ............................................................. She was a havoc created my nature. Found wrapped in blankets at the edge of a river. With a very weak wolf to guide her in life and no parents at her side. She was an orphan that merely survived. Hoping for a miracle to save her. Shunned by the werewolf society, she was an Omega that was barely surviving untill he came. The werewolf King Hating her, cursing her, playing with her like a play. Doing everything to break her like her betray has broken him. If only he knew that she didn't surrendered her virtue by choice, that she was innocent. If only he knew that she was not like others who could be broken easily. She was the summoner of the strongest wolf known in pages of history. She was Thora Valentine who will re write history. She was the summoner of the one wolf read in pages of philosophy. She was the summoner of THE Death Wolf
He owned half of the state,with the casinos and clubs just a small part of them. Relationships disgusted him and one night stands was all he could afford for the flock of girls that followed him. Untouchable ,was what fangirls referred him to him as and second times was unheard of in the dictionary of Victor Kingston. Unless his eyes took interest in a brunette, whose clothes resembled to that of men and etiquettes that of a roadside thug. Her comebacks gave a blow to his inflated ego and her innocence a blow to his manhood. He has never met a girl like her before and he may not in the future. Because she was not just his type,but no man's type either. She was Rose Evans ,an independent and headstrong girl despite the struggles of her life. A girl who didn't needed any man in her life .
"Lower your eyes mate" He said with a hint of warning in his tone. She didn't flinch under his cold fingers coiled around her neck, instead with a smirk on her bruised lips,she looks back at him. Daring to defy him. "Submit!" He growled at her this time, frustrated with her ability to infuriate him to the extent of forcing him to hurt her. "Many have tried mate" The word mate leaving her lips sounded more of a mockery, making his grip on her neck to tighten slightly. "I am not others Vera. I am your mate. Your superior. Submit this instant!" She again smiled, managing to roll her eyes at him. "You can try . But remember,you will never succeed in it" He could end her with just a little more pressure on her neck, having the fate as many others who have dared to defy him,but something in those eyes was stopping him. He wanted to extinguish that fire in them., to see them rolling over as he thrusted inside her, to see them begining him to continue as he denied her. He wanted her to submit.Badly. Completely to him in all respects. Body and soul both. To let him be her protector,her punisher, her dominant,her lover her mate. Her everything. But little did he knew that his mate was not an ordinary Luna who happily submits to her mate's whims and needs. She was who they all popularly call as "The rebel" The mysterious protector of good and savior of women. The man who gives justice to the inequality created by men. If only they knew he was a women instead. .................................................... "The day I submit to a man will be the last day of my life mate. Vera Red was born as a rebel, will live as a rebel and will also die as a Rebel. With or without a cause"
"Skin once broken ,can never be the same. Just like hearts once betrayed, struggle to beat again." ................................................... A broken piece of glass, a shattered heart. Was all that could define Ethan Lockwood's past. The heir to one of the biggest estates in the country, the most eligible bachelor as the tabloids said. With persona cold as ice and presence authoritative and terrifying ,he was making sure to not let anyone come close to him. Not giving anyone the right over him. Until he met her again. By hands of fate, the very girl he despised more than anything. The girl behind everything. But. What if the girl was no longer that beautiful confident rich man's daughter now? What if behind her beautiful smile she veil's a ugliness that made her insecure every night. What if she has been already punished in the worst way which resembled a nightmare. What if she was scarred beyond repair. Will he be able to see beyond her fascade? Does he have it in him to forgive her after everything? Circumstances change, people change and stereotypes break. But what remains is the beauty that lies within. And that's when my friends the journey of 'his not so beautiful wife 2 ' begins.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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."
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