Who Are The Main Characters In The Whipping Boy?

Hunter is an Alpha of the North with a lot of expectations and standards with regards to his future mate. He doesn't want one but he needed one regardless of what he wants. So before he could meet his future luna, he decides to not fall into her easily and would need to pass his test before he will commit himself into a relationship. "Intimate relationship is not just for fun, or for the sake of having a so-called 'relationship'. It is a lifetime commitment that one should treasure. A lifetime commitment that one should die for." Crest on the other hand, is a daugther of the Alpha in the South, she has been trained for years to be an Alpha Female. She is kind and a joy to her own pack. The Goddess had great joy in her so she made her her successor and blessed her with a purest blood of all. A blood that is a mystery to everyone. Will they accept one another? Will they be able to forgive those who wronged them? Will she be able to make him fall in-love? Or other way around?

“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. ‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered. I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises. ‘Good. I like it when you take it.’ God, I hated him. God, I wanted him to never let go.” A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER. They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue. But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours. He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it. He should be fighting for his life. Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate— “Please.”

The fight for freedom does not end after the death of the old Earl William, and the power-hungry seniors do not seem to stop here, so begins the story of the ascent of a young man, a last offspring of the Derby counts, who will fight for his fate, escaping the attacks. to which he is subjected by his enemies...

Annalee Starling is a hybrid werewolf/witch who's parents die when she is five. She is taken to the Orion Pack were she is treated lower then an Omega, always reminded she is not a pack member. Hybrids are considered an abomination a disgrace to the supernatural world. She doesn't know if she will develop the gift of magic or get her wolf at sixteen, and no one will help her figure it out, no one will even acknowledge her, unless ordering her around or hurting her. The only exception is her secret friend Axel, the second son of the Alpha. After being accused of attacking another pack member she is thrown in the cells to be tortured. The Luna helps her escape, bringing her to a human town where she is accepted into a family, who help her discover the feeling of love, and belonging. Evelyn is a witch and quickly becomes like a mother to Annalee. Walter, Evelyn's husband, is a werewolf, and becomes Annalee's protector and father figure. Their son Zeke is like Annalee, a hybrid, he is drawn to her and she him. She finally has someone in her life that is like herself. Someone to learn from and guide her through the challenges of being a hybrid and a teenager. Annalee quickly discovers her place in their world and finds herself, as well as her soulmate.

*Mature audience only: Contains mature language, sex, abuse and violence.* -------------- She has no name, not anymore, after so long she has simply forgotten what a name is, what it means to be able to choose, what it means to be able to wish, she has simply forgotten what it means to be a person. She's just a slave in a pack that makes a point of reminding her that she's nothing more than an object to be used, whether it's to do household chores or to satisfy the sexual desires of her masters. ----------- He is a king, not only that, but the king of werewolves, his domain extends over all the lupine lands and he has never cared about much, his heart is already closed, destroyed by a past he wants to forget. With one word he could change the whole society, but for what? It's not worth it, the joy of war and fighting is one of the things that keeps him going... And, of course, the pleasure he gets from whoever he wants, whenever he wants, without ever hearing no. -------- He's not just a king, he's an emperor... His vampire empire covers almost all of Europe, many call him a dictator, others a liberator... He rules his lands with an iron fist, his word is law. Tired from a long war, he just wants to rest for a while and find the one who will complete him... After living so long, he's tried everything, but he still hasn't found the person fate has given him. ------- Three completely different people... Three intertwined destinies... Who will heal who and who will survive in the end?

By the fifth year Dylan Crewe dropped me on a remote island, I finally learned submission. He brought his sugar baby, a college student, along with a Doberman to pick me up. I sank to my knees, wiped the sand off his leather shoes with my sleeve, and bent my back as a step for them. “Your duty from here on out is to take care of Tammy Bates. She and the Doberman are your family now.” I complied with his demand with a smile. Dylan took over my family’s empire, pushed my parents to the depths of despair until they jumped to their deaths, while I was abandoned in the middle of nowhere to break me. He succeeded in his venture. Back in the familiar manor, I couldn’t recognize the place I once called home. My alarm clock rang at 4 o’clock every morning, as my day would start with a special diet for Dobie and its grooming session. At nine o’clock, I would lay out Tammy’s outfit for the day and be her literal punching bag at the gym. I would have the drinks and food ready for Tammy’s friends in the evening, as she kidded around with her friends about how she tamed the once proud, notoriously spoiled heiress of Hedgewood’s high society.