Chapter 2
BRIANNA’S POV“You’re so pretty,” he said as he clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Of all the girls I have been with so far, you seem to be the… prettiest."He turned my face from side to side as I shivered, studying it. With that look on his face, I knew where it was all heading. And it wasn’t good.“My lord please, not again,” I whimpered. "It hadn't been long I returned from the hospital...I'm not strong enough...maybe next time. Please..."He turned deaf to my pleas. Before I could beg some more, he jacked me up and balanced me on his right shoulder, spanking my bare butt as he marched to his bed. He landed me roughly and my head throbbed, a wince escaping me.“My lord, please stop.”I wobbled back toward the headboard of the bed, supported by my elbow, shivering with fear. He already stripped, his hard-on ready to defile me, dangling with each movement he made. The bed dipped as he mounted but I flinched back, curling myself away from him like a scared kitten.“Brianna,” he pronounced. “Let’s get on with this, don’t stress me this morning. I don’t have all the time in the world. I have a very important occasion coming up.” His thin flap of lips folded in annoyance.Seeing how persistent I was, he rushed and grabbed my ankles, dragging me forward to him. I screamed and tried beating him off.“Try that again and I’ll be more than glad to chop off those beautiful fingers of yours.”I swallowed hard and he smirked, seeing how calm I’d become.“Good girl,” he smirked. “Relax and you’ll enjoy it like we always do.”Jerking my knees, he spread my thighs wide to the extent I thought my pelvic muscles snapped. He bombarded me with aggressive kisses and threw momentary glances to see my reaction. If I didn't respond or moan like I was enjoying it, he would frown and cast that devilish look on his face and I would have no other choice than to comply.He rubbed his hard-on before nestling in between my thighs. Sliding in, he moaned obscenities with each thrust. His thrusts were extremely wild and rapid as I gritted my teeth, groaning in agony as pain seared my hole. He lowered occasionally to fondle my boobs and bombard me with those aggressive kisses, always watching out for my reaction. I wished I could do something, but I felt so powerless.At some point, I was drained and motionless and couldn’t resist anymore. I shut my ears from his loud gasps and shifted my gaze from his cold, demonic eyes, resting the side of my face on the bed.“Don’t worry princess, this will be our last sex, So enjoy it while it lasts.” His smirky voice echoed in my head and drops of stream seeped out of my eyes as I closed them peacefully, believing I might not make it out alive when he was done. ****My heavy eyes slowly opened, and I was a bit surprised to find myself alive again. My head throbbed, and everything around me seemed to spin. I clutched my head and winced, and it took some time before my vision cleared.Bits and pieces of everything that happened replayed in my mind as I spotted Hermes. He stood by the doorway in his light-coloured satin robe. It seemed like he was instructing his guards.I sat up at the edge of the bed, taking a moment to inspect my body. I was still naked, and there were pink marks on parts of my thighs and chest. My hole felt like it was recovering from a severe burn injury.Before I could stand, he pulled the door wide open and the guards marched in. As quickly as I could, I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around me, covering my dignity. I rather spend the whole day locked up in the basement than be naked amid his guards again.They seized my arms, the duvet falling off and draping onto the floor. I hated myself for standing naked amongst them and it was all Hermes’s fault. The guards were like programmed robots, just clutching my arms, and standing still with expressionless faces. They dared not find desire in my rawness or else Hermes would pluck out their eyeballs like he said. And I know he’ll do it. I have seen him do worse – like the time he killed one of his guards by stabbing him in his private area after he permitted him to have his way with me. That was the most gruesome and dreadful scene I have witnessed in my life.“What is this?” I asked feebly.He approached me, gently tucking my strands behind my ears and cupping my cheeks, making me face him as if I were a child. His golden brown eyes held everything I despised in a person. It was hard to believe I fell for them back at the jewellery store when he picked interest in me.“You have done nothing wrong, princess,” he said. “You’re so beautiful,” he released his palms from my cheeks and my face slacked. His fingers travelled down to my puffs and he gave my nipples a hard pinch. I recoiled in response but the guards held me still.“My time with you has expired,” he said after much focus on me, but mostly on my puffs. “I need to make money and also go out there and find another pretty girl like you…or one even one prettier if I’m lucky.”He kept calm afterwards, expecting to hear my voice but was disappointed. I was too weak and broken to talk and even if I did, it’ll eventually fall on deaf ears. The man standing before me was a wild, eccentric boar. If only I had known before I followed him, I wouldn’t have been facing all his ill treatments but he was the Alpha king of our kingdom. And I thought he would make me his Luna. I thought his feelings for me were genuine.“Guards! Take her away,” he commanded with a fling of an arm.“My lord please don’t do this!” I screamed. “Where are you taking me?”I tried persisting but they were too strong, dragging me along like I was some children’s toy.“You’ll find out soon enough,” he smirked a sly. “Your beauty will fetch me a lot of money.”The guards hauled me to the door and my heart raced in my chest, trying to make meaning of what he just said.CHAPTER 3 BRIANNA’S POV The more I struggled, the more their tight grip scraped against my flesh, making it red hot with pain. They dragged me as we descended the stairs to an underground part of the castle I never knew existed. Where could they be taking me? “Where are you taking me?” I forced words from my bared teeth and they ignored as though I didn’t talk. I continued screaming, perhaps someone might come to my rescue but then I remembered it was all pointless. Who would go against Hermes’s wishes and commands in his castle? All the screams I voiced. All the shrills which were loud enough to crack the walls of the entire castle when he defiled and punished me fell on deaf ears. We took a turn and stopped by a door with a small screen glued to the side. One of the guards crouched and looked into it as light rays scanned his eyeballs. The door squeaked and clicked open. They dragged me into the room and a rush of cold air swept past me, prickling my pale bare skin. It looked l
CHAPTER 4 SEBASTIAN’S POV I never participated in the Omega slave auction. I was more of a observer than a bidder. I never even fancied the idea of coming to begin with, but it was compulsory for all Alpha kings, so I had to drag myself to this underground hall every year to sit and observe beautiful but battered, naked female omegas get sold. When I saw her cower into the stage like a frightened kitten, I was restless and immediately drawn to her. I couldn’t help but place the opening bid, sending the crowd gasping in shock. They found it hard to believe I was finally participating after all these years of dormancy. Although her body was strewn with bruises and scars, I still found her beauty undeniable with her misty blonde hair, delicate features, and her slim, curvy figure. Her undeniable beauty wasn’t all that drew me to her. When the auctioneer raised her chin, I looked right into her swollen red eyes and noticed a damsel in distress. They smouldered with pain too heavy for a
CHAPTER 5 BRIANNA’S POV He tried reassuring me but I was silent, not so convinced. I have crossed the borders to realize that most of the Alpha kings in that hall including the one standing before me were nothing short of Hermes replicas. All angelic on the outside but devilish on the inside. Seeing how silent I was, he withdrew, huffing out a worrying breath like he cared. We arrived at his castle – a gorgeous Victorian house surrounded by exotic flowers, gardens and manicured lawns. From inside the SUV, I sighted his uniformed servants and a happy-faced woman in a sea-green flowing gown. One thing was for sure, she wasn’t a servant. She wasn’t wearing the uniform and she exuded a demeanour higher than that. At once, I concluded she was either his fiancée or wife. Hermes never fancied the idea of getting married. He believed marriage was like a leech that sucked away one’s freedom and pleasure, which I knew wasn’t true. He preferred changing women like clothes and it triggered bi
Chapter 6 BRIANNA’S POV His fork fell and he lowered to pick it up. At that moment, I stole a glance around the room tastefully decorated with a sense of timeless beauty as evident in the ivory-coloured walls, beautiful paintings and artworks that adorned it, hoping and at the same time knowing I won’t see any recorder I suspected him to be hiding somewhere. Sitting up, his lips spread to a warm, awkward smile as a cover-up for his clumsiness and I faked back a smile. There was something rather…different about him. The thickness of his beard gave him an intimidating aura. Yet he appeared warm, clean, gentle, almost unlike his fellows but it’s been just a few hours knowing him. I couldn’t be so sure. And I promised never to let my guard down. Not now and perhaps not ever, after replaying all I went through with Hermes in his hellhole of a castle. He dug his fork into the dessert and swallowed a chunk. He was eating twice as fast as me, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t care. I was okay w
CHAPTER 7BRIANNA’S POV “So you come into my castle as nothing more than a slave my husband had bought out of mercy,” I stood, glued to the ground as the Luna walked around me. Like a razor, her eyes prickled my being and her voice sounded somewhat jealous, angry, proud and above all territorial. At that moment, there was no difference between her and a tigress waiting to feast on the flesh of her prey. “Wear an exquisite gown befitting only for a Luna like me and still go ahead to have dinner with my husband,” she stressed the last word. Oh goodness! I have stepped into another hell of a castle as I thought so. Crossed paths with the double ganger of Hermes’s sister. Only this time, it was only her alone, without Hermes. But I couldn’t be so certain. I was used to things taking dangerous turns in my life and wouldn’t be surprised if Sebastian turned out like Hermes. But deep down, I kept praying and hoping he wouldn’t. I tried to talk but the words knotted in my throat. The knotted
CHAPTER 8 SEBASTIAN’S POV When I saw her stumble into the room in that exquisite gown I had sent for her, my breath sucked itself in. She was even looking more beautiful than I expected. The gown clung so perfectly to her body like it was specially made for her, revealing her jutting breasts, and those slender yet curvy hips that tapered perfectly to her supple thighs and long legs. I could have sworn she looked like a mermaid. An enchanting mermaid with legs. I had kept that gown for Catherine to surprise her on our wedding anniversary which was a few months away. But damn!! After seeing it on Brianna's body, seeing the way it fitted her better than it would have on Catherine, seeing the way the shiny metal discs on the dress danced with joy on her body, I decided to leave it all for her. She seemed reserved and nervous throughout the dinner but I found it rather amusing. We got talking. She wouldn’t reveal much but the little I learnt was her name which was Brianna. I loved the
Chapter 9 SEBASTIAN’S POV It was dawn. Soft, golden light poured in from the open windows, casting a warm glow that bounced around the corners and textured surfaces of my castle. A mug of brewing coffee and a plate of crackers sat on the table in front of me. I took momentary sips and bites as I glanced through the pages of a local newspaper. I had woken up earlier than usual, due to obvious reasons. Catherine sat at the end of the table, her coffee mug in her face with fingers curled tightly around it. I could feel her glaring at me from the corners of the mug. She was still wearing that red seductive nightwear from last night but draped it with a blanket that looked like a long scarf which she let fall off her shoulders, settling on the inside of her elbow that held it in place. It was very obvious she was still brooding over last night’s incident but I cared less. I wondered if she was expecting some sort of apology or makeup sex from me. It was true I had never resisted her
Chapter 10 BRIANNA’S POV My nerves got the best of me as I paced to and fro like a pendulum in my chamber. I looked out the window now and then, wishing for bad weather. But the more I looked, the nicer the weather got and the faster afternoon was drifting to evening. Walking away from the window to my bed, I let out an inward groan. I just wished there was a way I could escape the dinner party. Escape everything but sadly, there wasn’t. There was a knock on the door. I made sure to double-lock it after the scenario with Sebastian earlier this morning. Drawing out a long breath, I gathered myself up and went to open the door only to meet the expressionless face of the maid who had brought the blue sequin dress I used yesterday. She was carrying yet another box to my surprise. “The king has ordered me to get you ready for the cocktail party,” she walked in without my consent and I was a bit annoyed. I closed the door and turned, only for her to toss a dress over to me. “Put that o