LOGINI woke to the sound of distant music.Laughter, strings, and the deep rhythmic beat of ceremonial drums drifted through the closed window, mocking me from the main courtyard.The ceremony. Carleigh's ceremony had begun.I sat up in bed, my hands trembling with anger. Outside my window, I could see the pack gathering. Colorful banners had been strung up overnight. Flowers lined the pathways. Tables were being set with food and drink. The whole pack was out there celebrating while I rotted in this room.They were making her Luna. She would stand beside Raymond, take his hand, and be proclaimed his mate in front of everyone. And I would be here, locked away like a dirty secret, forgotten and discarded.The sound of the music increased. A joyous, triumphant melody that made my stomach churn. I pressed my hands over my ears, but I couldn't block it out. It was everywhere. It seeped through the walls, through the floor, through my skin.I paced the room like a caged animal. Back and forth.
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur of pain, tension, and stolen comfort.After our emotional conversation, Mackline stayed only a few more minutes, holding me tightly and whispering reassurances before slipping out to avoid suspicion. The hours that followed were some of the hardest. Hunger gnawed at my stomach constantly, making me dizzy and weak. I drifted in and out of uneasy sleep, my body aching from the bruises and the isolation. Every small sound in the house made me flinch, terrified Raymond would return and escalate the punishment.But Mackline risked returning twice. The first time, she brought a small bundle of food, two sandwiches, an apple, cheese, and water. She watched with worried eyes as I ate slowly, urging me not to rush. She also gave me a painkiller she had managed to sneak from the cabinet. Her presence was the only comfort I had; Her second visit was brief. She brought more water and simply sat with me, holding my hand in silence. The quiet strength she
The next morning, I was still curled up in bed, weak and sore, when the door clicked open.Mackline slipped inside quietly, closing the door behind her then her eyes widened instantly when she saw me, pale, disheveled, and clearly in pain. "Shit", She rushed over and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me into her arms without a word.“Aurora… what happened?” she whispered, voice full of worry. “Raymond told me that he locked you in here and warned me not to come but of course I had too. Did he.... find out about us?”"No... but..", I paused and clung to her tightly, burying my face in her neck as fresh tears burned my eyes. Her familiar scent soft and comforting was such a painful contrast to everything Raymond had done to me last night"What did you do?", She asked softly rubbing slow circles on my back.“He caught me trying to go to the bathroom,” I said hoarsely. “He thought I was trying to wash him out of me. Then now he is punishing me. No food for three days and I’m not allowe
Exhaustion eventually pulled me under, but it was a restless sleep. My body ached, my mind kept replaying the events of the night, and Raymond’s possessive hold never loosened.Sometime deep in the night, I felt him stir behind me.His hand slid slowly down my stomach, then lower, cupping me possessively between my legs. I woke with a start, still half-asleep, as his fingers lazily stroked through the mess he had left earlier.“Raymond…” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep and protest.“Shh,” he whispered against the back of my neck, his breath hot. His cock was already hard again, pressing insistently against my ass. “I told you what would happen.”Before I could fully wake up or push him away, he lifted my leg slightly and pushed back inside me in one slow, deep thrust. I gasped sharply, my body still sensitive and sore from earlier. He groaned low in his throat as he sank fully into me, the wet, slick sound of his cum from before making the slide obscenely easy.“Still so full of me,
“Get out,” I hissed, my voice hoarse and shaky. “You’ve won, Raymond. You proved your point. Now get the hell out of my room.” I glared at him, chest heaving, my body still trembling from everything he had done to me.Raymond’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He didn’t move. Instead, he kept me pinned against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside me.“I’m not going anywhere,” he said calmly, almost too calmly. “And neither are you. From now on, you’re not allowed to step out of this room anymore. Everything you need, food, clothes, anything will be brought to you here. You’ve lost the privilege of freedom the moment you let someone else touch what’s mine.”My eyes widened in disbelief and fresh anger.“You can’t be serious,” I snapped, trying to push against his chest even though I knew it was useless. “You’re going to lock me in here like a prisoner? After everything you’ve already taken from me? You’re pathetic, Raymond. A coward who has to cage women because he know
I barely had time to steady myself before he spun me around again, slamming my chest against the wet tile wall. His body pressed hard against my back then his cock still hard and slick from my mouth nudged between my thighs.“Raymond...” I started, my voice hoarse and raw.He cut me off with a sharp thrust, burying himself deep inside me in one brutal stroke. I cried out, the sound broken and ragged. The stretch was intense, almost too much after everything, but he didn’t give me a second to adjust.I moaned loudly as the stretch overwhelmed. "Fuck", Raymond groaned, his forehead pressing against my shoulder as he started fucking me hard and fast. One hand fisted in my hair and the other gripped my hip so tightly I knew it would bruise. Every powerful thrust slammed me against the wall, my breasts pressed painfully against the cold tiles while hot water rained down on us.“Say it,” he demanded, voice rough and angry. “Tell me who you belong to.” He growled but I bit my lip, refusing t
Aurora's POVThe heavy clang of the dungeon gate echoed like a death knell, reverberating through my bones long after the guards' footsteps faded. The sound sealed me in, cutting me off from the last thread of light that had slipped through the corridor behind me. My breath caught, my pulse racing
"Fuck"Raymond’s growl vibrated against my lips, low and filthy but I failed to say anything.I was still gasping, still trying to find air around the thick stretch of him buried so deep I could feel every brutal inch pulsing inside. My walls fluttered helplessly around his cock, tender and overwor
For a second the room spun.His eyes, still blown black with lust widened fractionally. Recognition, shock then something darker and hungrier.He didn’t pull out.Instead his grip on my wrists tightened until I whimpered. “Virgin,” he repeated, voice wrecked. Like the word itself was violence.Then
I stood in the center of the room for a long moment, arms wrapped around myself, nails digging into my biceps until the sting grounded me. My mother was safe, fed, healed and not rotting in a cage. That part was real but the rest, the promises, the threats, the way my body still betrayed me every t







