Fiona was dragged into the dungeons. She noticed that they had injected something in Finlay and the toddler was now unconscious. Her mind was in panic mode as gazillions of thoughts raced through her mind. Who was this person dragging her? He was too powerful to be a human? The person who was carrying Finn in his arms in front of her was a guard. Was there a mole in the mansion? To Fiona's shock, the guard pressed a brick, and a secret passage opened through the wall as she was dragged in it. How was it possible for someone to drag her like this in the mansion? How do they know about the secret passage? This means the person was from the mansion and knows about everything. She struggled hard and was able to bite that man's hand with all her might making him wince. He jerked his hand back. Fiona screamed for help at the top of her lungs but that person covered her mouth again. "If you don't want the kid to die, then better cooperate," He hissed in her ear, and just like that all
8 years later. Fiona sat on the edge of the pool with her legs dipped into the cool water. The cool breeze of the night felt soothing on her skin. The dark gray clouds scattered on the sky like a warm bed thunderstruck. The sight was so terrific yet magnificently beautiful in its way. Fiona sighed, rubbing her arms. A head surfaced from the water followed by massive shoulders. Draco peered at her from below. Grabbing her feet he slid them on his shoulder so now his face was between her legs. His wet cold skin caused her to straighten up but her breath hitched when he bit her inner thigh before nibbling and licking on the same spot as she gently combed his wet hair back with her fingers. He slowly moved further near her intimacy as his wet cold lips gave open-mouthed kisses. Fiona tried not to moan as she chewed on her lower lip while watching him. He tucked her panties aside as that warm tongue came in contact with her vertical lips. She moaned lightly while spreading h
He was so tall with a muscular build and his powerful aura demanded absolute submission. "You can't escape tonight," He rasped, leaning back only to let his eyes rake over her from head to toe with a dark glint in his eyes as if he was sizing her up. "I said, I don't want it." She said icily with all the mustered-up courage and tried to walk from the other side but he instantly leaned closer forcing her to step back so just their bodies won't touch. "It's your duty to please me. Which sort of a queen would you make?" He mocked and she glared at him. Their eyes locked into a heated gaze of dark intensity. "No is No, Draco Hendrix. Which sort of a king you'd make who doesn't even know the meaning of yes or no," She retorted coldly, and his eyes narrowed in warning but the way his name rolled out of her lips sent a rush of blood to his groin. She was in nothing but just a bathrobe that reached her knees. He may hate her but he wasn't blind. Now as he gazed at her trembling like
The girl dashed down the streets in the chilling cold weather with her heart pounding in her throat. She was terrified yet the hope of freedom pumped through her veins as adrenaline rushed in. "Hurry, Susie," she screamed lowly to the girl who was right behind her.Susie was her only best friend in the whole world. They’d been friends for two years and they were planning their escape together. Fiona has worked so hard for it. She wanted to give Susie and herself the freedom they deserved.Fiona threw a glance over her shoulder and there was no one behind her. It seemed like they lost track of them. They were lucky that it was raining, their scent was being washed away.She came to a screeching halt in one of the alleys. Leaning her back on the rusty wall she panted heavily as Susie crouched down heaving.Fiona was scared. This was their last chance. They had to make it this time. She must escape or else they'd sell her off tomorrow. Fiona heard heavy footsteps rushing her way and he
All she felt was cold after that cruel betrayal.Fiona glared at the floor with her hands fisted on her sides. She hated that they made her wear a skimpy piece of trash. The Black lingerie sticks to her body like a second skin and covers little to nothing.She peered down at her bosoms which were almost spilling out of the insult in the name of a bra. They also made her wear a see-through finest netted dress that reached her ankles and then they forced her to wear stilettos. What would they make her do? A ramp walk!Inhaling sharply she tried to stay composed. Her hair was done in beautiful curls but they didn't do much on her face. Just a light shade of lip color and that was all, she was glad though. Fear coiled her heart in its vicious clutches. She had prepared herself for this day all night after the failed attempt to escape but it seemed like all of it went down the drain because she was nervous.The back room was buzzing with all the pets, girls and boys. Same as her age. The
No.No.No.Dread engulfed her, spreading through her body like a vicious fire, taking over every muscle and cell in her body leaving her heart rattling in trepidation.Why the King? Of all the monsters in this world, why the Lycan King? Sweat broke on her forehead as the Mistress straightened up and grabbed Fiona's arm."My King, this pet is exactly what you've asked for," the Mistress said in her sweet tone."Pet!" The low grumble of the voice had her gulping and chin quivering. She could feel the authority in his voice."Kneel," the man who was hidden behind the dark spoke.Fiona inhaled sharply. So it seems today would be her end. Well, she will not regret dying knowing she gave them a hell of a time. But still, she never deserved this."No," She said with all the mustered-up confidence and the King's lips tugged at the corner."I'll get her," The King said and the Pet Mistress' eyes lit up as she clasped her hands together in joy.She motioned at the worker who came forward holdi
The King's words rendered her speechless and once again she was reminded of her true purpose in this world. A mere pet. He bought her as a toy for his sons. This explains why he didn't buy a submissive pet. Rather a pet like her; who won't submit to these monsters no matter what. So he expected her to annoy his sons and as a result one of them would end up killing her, hence the other would get the throne. What a freaking brilliant idea!She started feeling uneasy. Her eyes glided over the interior of the posh expensive car. Maybe this was the last time she'll be sitting in such a beautiful car. Or perhaps maybe this was her last day alive but she would never give up so easily.Of course, she wasn't sold to a werewolf but rather a freaking Lycan King. She has heard enough of the rumors in the last ten years and the scariest ones were always about the Lycans. They were the most powerful and ruthless beasts of them all.When the war first broke out, it was easier and still possible to
She breathed in deeply as she watched them stride to the King. Fiona didn't miss how the King straightened up.She wasn't supposed to look at them but she wanted to see the faces of her soon-to-be assassins."Father," one of them snickered coldly. His eyes were bloodshot and the way he swayed slightly looked as if he was drunk or perhaps he just came straight out of the bed."You called for us?" He asked again, looking bored and annoyed for being there. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. And in no way she would ever consider him to be the Prince if not for him calling the king as a father.Noticing a piercing gaze on her, subconsciously her eyes fell on the man beside the blond guy.Her breath hitched when her gaze clashed with the swirling spheres of amber hues. The man looked a lot like the king.He was a few inches taller than the blond guy. A chill of gripping terror seized her heart as she maintained his fierce gaze. There was a sacred sinister aura in his eyes. She f