OLAMIDE
How could that get out of my dumb mouth? I wanted to live, didn't I? Why then was I throwing everything down the drain? I chanced a look in his eyes to weigh his reaction. My words probably hit his ego hard. My mind played a million ways this scenario would play out but the dominant outcome was I either ended up dead or fucked. When you put those awful odds together, it did not seem that difficult to confess that some part of your fucked up brain wanted to see your captor naked. He looked awfully calm but beneath that facade, I could feel a rabid beast fighting its way through chains to make me take back those words. It was clear he did not believe me but he wanted me to admit it with my own lips and for my lies, he wanted to punish me. His thoughts revealed that much.
"Fascinating," He drawled, inching forward to wipe some sauce off my lips. "I have to say, that is a first." He continued, putting the sauce to his mouth and as much as I hated to admit it, the act made me shiver in all the right places. "I guess I have to be on my best behavior if my looks aren't going to do it. Till then be a good little girl and you have nothing to fear from me."
It took a lot for me not to scoff at his kindness. A monster I believed only existed in fairytales and with the ability to read my every passing thought fell for my lie? I doubted even a fragment of that could be possible. He was on to something. But as he had warned, I had to be on my best behavior so I did the only rational response.
"Thank you so much, Alpha."
I wondered if he could sense how much that title of his made my stomach twist. Perhaps he did not even care. Nothing made sense with this man and the fact that I was saying this out loud in my thoughts with him in it confirmed my thoughts that I was dealing with a wild card. Or was it all in my head? Was the mind-reading stuff a thing they did with their recent toys?
As my mind sunk deeper into the wormhole of baseless ideas and paranoia, there was a knock on the door. Before Jason could get up to open it, It flung open by itself and a black cat trudged in.
"Hey," The intruder waved at me.
I didn't return his gesture. It felt weird to do so. Did he even know what I was going through at the moment? He looked nice but who was I kidding? If he was of them, he surely was another psychopath waiting for the right moment to pounce. Pity.
Jason rushed to the open door and single-handedly pushed his mate outside. They began to speak in hushed tones but I kept my eyes on Zeus the whole time. His green eyes hissed madly at the sight of Luna sitting by my feet. Despite my condition, it almost made me laugh.
Jason retrieved a small nylon bag which I assumed contained my things from the kinder-looking man and slammed the door shut.
I looked up, faking a smile as he approached my side. A part of me wondered what that bit was for. He tossed the nylon to my side and I gave him a grateful smile owing to the fact that he did not dig through them before he gave it to me. His gaze remained on my cat. I could sense the judgment pouring out of those soulless eyes. Zeus noticed him staring, trotted up to me, stared at Luna with disgust clearly written on his face before bypassing me to sniff and rub up against Jason's legs. I know, disgusting and outright unacceptable. Of all the strange to happen, Jason picked him up and placed him in his lap, stroking his underbelly and giving me a smirk when he purred. The imagery!
"What is his name?" Jason asked.
"Zeus," I whispered.
He looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Why did you name him after a manwhore?"
I gave him a weak smile. "I didn't name her," I felt bile rise to my throat just thinking about it. I hated that I was being honest but it, however, did not stop me from continuing, "My brother did.
Jason frowned. Somehow he could sense there was a sad story behind my cat's name. My life was that pathetic I guess. Then, like our conversation was over, Jason glanced at the wall clock and spoke, "It is getting late. You should freshen up and go to bed before you exhaust yourself."
I did not need a repeat before I got to action. In mere minutes, I fled for the bathroom door and shut it from behind.
Finally, I was alone.
***
I let out a slow breath in front of the mirror. For some reason, the bastard outside was playing carry your throne by Jon Bellion. I ran here to feel safe for a moment behind the locked doors of the bathroom, but holding a pile of clothes beneath my arms and having to look at my horrible state, I knew safe was a fleeting memory. How was I to take a bath, brush my teeth and floss like nothing freaky was going on right now? I wanted nothing more than to scream for help and know that somebody cared enough to come help. Tears dropped carelessly off my cheeks and the awful truth dawned on me. Could she slip into my nightdress and get into bed with that man knowing I was seconds away from being violated.
My mind went back to the question he had asked about earlier, if I found him attractive. I did. My disgusting self found him to be A+
But it was wrong. I knew it was but it didn't blur the lines. Bonded... Was that what it was or was I really disgusting to find my kidnapper physically and sexually appealing on strangely high levels? I had many questions. None of which I had an answer to. What I did know was I had to keep fighting and screaming. I needed to plan my escape and run as far away as I could. Nigeria perhaps. But there was also the damning truth that I feared what he could do if I failed. I didn't want to die. I wasn't ready to. I didn't want to go before my time, before I could show what I planned to do with my messed-up life. It was easier to be his slave, in a mansion than run and wait to be gunned down in the streets or worse. Just remembering the fate of that man returned common sense into my empty skull. I was dealing with far dangerous people. Men who could morph into throat-slashing killing machines.I did the little I could. Brushing, flossing, a warm bath, and several failed attempts to force the tiny window to freedom open. I remained seated on the edge of the tub after. I considered going outside to him. If I took too long in here, there was a decent chance he would get mad and maybe punish me in his twisted way. But I could not help it. I could not convince myself to leave the room. It was easier pretending all of this was a nightmare. It was easier praying he would forget my existence.
But the knock on the door burst that irrational thought. "Ola. Are you all right in there?"
A hysterical laugh left the back of my throat. This time, I did not care if he heard me. His question was hilarious and from his tone, I could tell he was serious. Was I alright? What felt fine in this kind of situation?
I washed my face of the tears and finally opened the door. Nothing prepared me for the sight that stood in front of me. Jason was right in front of the bathroom doors, wearing literally nothing but his signature smirk. I tried to avert my eyes from his dong but it was difficult to avoid if it kept rising. I found it difficult to breathe. He had promised. I had been a good girl! Why was he going back on his word now? I could imagine the horrible ways this was going to play out and death was beginning to feel like true peace. Still, I had to play dumb, I tried dodging his path and head for his bed in high hopes that he would get a hint. I needed some saving this time.
He blocked my way and playfully tilted his face in my direction. "Strip."
I forced myself to look at his face. "What?"
"I don't want you wearing that in my bed. I want you naked."
My heart had a heart attack. I took several steps backward. "E-excuse me? I-I thought you said..."
"I mentioned nothing about night clothes," He smirked again."Take it off."
His words were slow and animalistic... nearly like an animal who was ready to enjoy a worthy meal. If I obeyed him blindly and took it off, what would protect me from him?
OLAMIDE "Jason, please..." His eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer, causing his erect penis to brush against my thigh. "Watch your tongue kitten," He warned, effortlessly keeping his face bland."Now address me properly." "Alpha," I choked out. " I-I meant to say Alpha, please..." I would have said and done anything to agony his punishment. The things that flashed in his mind were horrible and degrading. Acts that could destroy one emotionally and mentally. He wanted to take me mind, body, and soul. A total submission but how could I give him all that. My identity was everything I was. I could not let that be stripped away from me. He was a more frightening version of my foster father. Then I had college to run to for shelter but here, there was no path to follow. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Give in to him, a voi
OLAMIDE When I opened my eyes to a new morning, I found Jason watching me. "Morning," He murmured, looking like I had done something to irritate him even if his face was just inches away and the fact that we were both very naked. It felt unbearably intimate. "Sleep well?" Why do you care? A careless thought ran through my head, long gone before I remembered this man had told me he could read my thoughts and of all the predictions he made, not one of them had been wrong. "Don't worry," He said, pulling me closer. He smelled like spices. Old spices. "Considering you don't have the guts to say it, I take no offense." It was time to chip in something that would make him happy. Words that made my stomach churn. "Thank you, Alpha." Jason smiled lazily. Like he had reached inside my head again. "That's the one thing I have to admi
JASON "It is quite the pleasure that you would invite me personally to Monarch." I teased Luna Valentine and she was not pleased. It was clear as day in her face as she approached me in a spectacular yellow gown that gave insight into her personality. Fragile. "Thank you for honoring our invitation Alpha Jason." She said with a false smile planted on. I had to admit she was trying her best to keep on with the charade but it was a vain attempt. She was not pleased with this arrangement. My Intel had gotten me information about what the arrangement was about. Valentine was only doing this for her people. With the false pleasantries passed across, I was led into a ballroom of marble polished for the very occasion. I briefly examined the duo of betas that accompanied me and Luna Valentine. They befitted the alliance I would be coercing the pack of monarch into. A separate door inside the ballroom was opened
JASON I slammed the car's door open and pulled Devin out of it. He was calm and collected. It was the only way he had been able to keep his secret a secret for so long. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Devin demanded, shoving my hands off. His perfectly starched shirt was wrinkled and that seemed to piss him off more than the thought of me discovering his well-kept secret. Had he even realized that I had figured it out? Of course, he had. Devin wasn't stupid. He was trying to play me off and I refused to be put off so easily. "Valentine!" I rattled into his ear. "You did not seem it fit to inform me that she was your mate?" The mere mention of Valentine made Devin's eyes dart in my direction. It almost made me rethink my brother's intellect. Contrary to what I had believed, Devin had truly not realized that he had exposed himself. "Fuck." That phrase had ba
OLAMIDE The sight that lay in front of me was absolutely terrifying. Crimson red was splattered everywhere. On walls. The floor. Even the ceiling was not spared as droplets of red drizzled. My legs were jelly and the entire house was unfamiliar. I had only been there for one day or less but even at that, I had to realize that something was not right. No matter how fast I ran, no matter the route I went through, I always made it back to the same gory sight I had escaped from; Men whose heads had been decapitated and women slashed beyond recognition. I had never felt sicker. As my jelly legs stumbled and turned to find the front door, A shrill cry emanated from my room. It sounded like Axel. My head whipped up an answer. Axel was done for and so was I. My panicky mind seemed to work faster and in the end, I found the front door. The man Jason had speaking to the night was lifeless on the floor. His jugular cut open and spr
DEVIN Valentine. A feisty creature she was. It was cruel for the goddess to give something so precious to me. In truth, my wolf believed it was only previous because it was unattainable. That alone seemed to excite it. I had found out two years ago. I was at the ripe age of twenty-two and seething with unbridled rage to avenge my parent. Valentine's parent had played their parts to make sure the late rulers of the Crow never returned and it was only fair to do the same. My brother and I were not aware they had a daughter. I doubted anyone knew excluding those closest to them. Valentine had been the Monarch pack's well-kept secret. I had blood on my hands when I stumbled upon her. Her parent's blood was on my hands and judging by the horrified look she had on her face when I bumped into her, she knew I was their killer. She was a loose end. A part of me knew it was only right to take away her suffering by ensuring she ended up with her par
OLAMIDEI was dead meat now. The intense look he had before he saw me was back. Alpha Sofiane did not like that I could take a peek into his mind. If it pissed him off, that meant it was not normal and I had been so gullible to reveal that information to him on a platter."They told me you were human." He hesitated before adding. "What are you?"What was I? I was fucking human. I could not even comprehend what to tell him. Jason did not bite me so there was no way I was becoming one of them. Since werewolves existed, I could only lean to the stories the media told for my information. It was why I had feared for my life when Axel mentioned the love bite."I am not entirely sure what you are getting at Mister." I forced my hand out of his grip and he allowed it. "Do I look like I am a freak to you?" I was sure to even add. "If I were a freak, do you think Alpha... I mean Jason would be able
16 years ago "Lucius, Why are the hunters here?" Elise asked her husband as they pushed through the darkness their two boys barely keeping up. She could hear the screams of her people dying to ensure the Alpha of the Crow and his family escaped safe and sound. The ground was damp with dew and the scurrying children could barely keep up. Elise could not blame them. Her little pups were more than terrified but they kept on following their parents and they did not ask questions. Their faith gave Elise the strength she needed. "It has to be the order of Silverlaws. They had always been against the alliance of packs." Lucius whispered, pulling his first son, Jason into his arms as he ran faster through the crooked path of nothing of trees. Elise gasped. The Silverlaws had truly been against her husband, Lucius Crow's ideologies but she could not believe they would go this far. Elise's thoughts got t