Dark Swan 2

by Yumoyori Wilson

  “I understand.”

  “You are going to freeze,” I said. “You’re soaked to the bone.”

  “The cold air will dry me quickly.” Cameron seemed unfazed by my assessment.

  “Okay. As long as you’re comfortable,” I said.

  Cameron took my hand. “I won’t be comfortable until the clock strikes midnight.”

  “Let’s go find out then,” I said and took a deep breath.

  He stopped walking after a few moments and turned to face me. His features were grave.

  “Just promise me one thing,” he said somberly.

  “All right…”

  “If I begin to shift, run. Don’t look back, don’t hesitate. Just get as far away from me as possible.” There was paranoia in his voice.

  I winced as if the prospect of leaving him would cause me physical harm, but I nodded my agreement.

  “I promise.”

  We went outside, just beyond the entrance to the caves. We stood there together, holding hands in silence, the only sound our rhythmic breathing.

  “Cameron?” I said after several minutes.

  He turned his head and looked at me. “Yeah?”

  I couldn’t contain my excitement. I felt the enormous smile stretching across my lips. “It’s after midnight now.”

  Cameron stared at me in disbelief. “It is?”

  I nodded, feeling hot tears of joy blurring my vision. “It is. I swear it.”

  I showed him my watch as proof.

  Cameron picked me up and swung me around, howling like a human would at the milky moon. He didn’t show any signs of shifting into a werewolf.

  When he finally put me back down on solid ground, we exchanged a knowing look. Queen Aurora was as authentic as they came.

  “Let’s go tell everyone else the great news,” I said. “Then we can celebrate.”

  Cameron was grinning from ear to ear. “Go inside after midnight?” He had a dreamy gaze on his face as if the concept was so incredibly golden that he didn’t know how to react.

  “It’s a new era,” I said and kissed him.

  Cameron took my hand and jogged us back inside. Queen Aurora was right.

  The light always found a way to shatter through the darkest of places.

  TO BE CONTINUED.

  WOLF OMEGA - SNEAK PEEK

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  Prologue: Defiance And Meet Again

  *Drip-Drop*

  * * *

  5757...5758...5759.

  I paused in my mental tracking of the droplets that fell from the leaking spot in the ceiling.

  It was my way of attempting to go to sleep. To count sheep, only in the form of droplets that leaked from the specific spot in the small, stagnant dungeon.

  Counting made the time slip away, giving me relief from the burning pain of the whip wounds all along my back.

  I'd been training my healing abilities for some time, having mastered normal healing speed when it came to a standard injury like a cut, scratch, or bite wound.

  This would be another round of testing to see how long it would take me to heal from metal whips. When they were first introduced as a weapon, I mentally laughed.

  No way you could turn metal into something as flexible as a whip.

  Clearly, I’d forgotten that magic existed in our world and time. Blacksmiths melted the metal, while witches and warlocks magically molded it into the fluid rope of the weapon they were focused on creating.

  Genius, but didn't favor a submissive like me.

  A submissive.

  Sadly, that was my lot in life. It was what happened when you had no clue who your parents were and ended up in the wrong pack.

  No family to prove how powerful you could be with time and practice.

  My future was crucified because I was an orphan. It didn't matter how hard I fought or tried to prove I was better than those Alpha boys who couldn't even run half as fast as me.

  I'd never be able to prove to them that I didn't belong in this category. The moment I was found and accepted by our Alpha, I was destined to be a mere pawn on his board.

  Thinking about it made me clench my hands into fists. Of course, even that slight movement left me shaking in pain. I whimpered as quietly as I could, biting my lip and opening my weak eyes to see the almost-pitch-black surroundings.

  Seeing the low-lit room did nothing but anger me. It would have been better to keep my eyes closed.

  Then I could at least imagine where I was, rather than deal with this pitiful view of the stone box.

  I was playing a mind-versus-body game, but I'd yet to figure out if I was winning or losing. My mind insisted that I sit up, but after multiple attempts, the shocks of pain nearly forced me to give up.

  I made it to my hands and knees, but the sound of the door unlocking left me frozen in place. Dread slipped into my mind, rendering me even weaker than I already was, but I fought against it.

  Fought the tempting urge to give up and submit to the man who was seconds from entering the room.

  "Fight. We won't submit."

  Yes. She was right. My wolf was always right. The image of her pure black fur emerged from the shadows of my subconsciousness. She was ready to do anything to show our resilience.

  Predatory footsteps seemed to echo with each step against the grimy cement floor. My body grew tense as I braced myself, ready for the onslaught of pain and insults

  I'm ready. Do not submit. 1,2,3,4,5—

  Laughter.

  The thunderous, deep mockery made my blood boil while my wolf growled in warning. It was hard to fight the need to growl with her. To be even more defiant than I'd already been in the last twenty-four hours.

  I shrieked when my black strands were tugged up, forcing me to sit up on my knees and amplifying the surging agony from my wounds.

  Fucking metal whip!

  This would be a far more even match if my body weren’t burning from the silver embedded in the metal whips. I had a high tolerance to it, but god, I wished I was immune completely.

  I forced myself to open my eyes, glaring at the man with wild orange eyes. His smile only grew, mocking my fragile state.

  The thick scent of alcohol and the fact that he wore nothing but black leather shorts told me he was here for more than just checking to see if I was dead.

  "Fuck off." I got to the point, my wolf getting closer and closer to the surface in defense. There was no point in trying to talk sense into an alcoholic man, especially one as barbarically selfish as my Alpha.

  "All that time wasted beating you. Still got a big mouth." With ease, he tossed me to the wall. A loud crack reached my ears, but it was my scream that told me I'd broken something from the impact.

  The way my body involuntarily shivered pissed me off. I growled and tried to fight my weakness, but that sickening laughter reached my ears once again, freezing me in place.

  "Kira. Baby. Why do you love pain more than you do me?" He walked up to my slouched body, and I didn't dare give him the satisfaction of seeing my tears.

  He doesn't know me. He doesn't understand how this pain fuels my need to run from here.

  With my head lowered, I heard his pants hit the floor, and I mentally groaned.

  Not again...

  I gasped when my head was lifted by force, leaving me no choice but to look up at my Alpha. I hoped my eyes had shifted in color, reflecting the raging blaze I wished would turn into fire and scorch this man into a crisp corpse.

  "Ah. That defiance of yours is far too sexy to ignore," he whispered. "Kneel for me."

  His sly grin and the power of his Alpha command were enough to push my wolf past my control, and I growled loud and hard, trying desperately to fight the order I'd been given.

  He was my Wolf Alpha, but he might as well have called himself my Master, seeing as he treated me more like a slave than a respectable woman of the pack.

  Not like he’d ever treated any female with respect. Not even his own mother.

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nbsp; He frowned, and his orange eyes turned darker. "Krishna. Kneel before me now."

  My knees dropped to the floor like weights, but all I could do was sit in the shadows and feel Krishna's opposition.

  This was the part I despised, in every single confrontation I’d experienced as of late. Krishna, my wolf, always stepped in when the dark moments approached.

  In the days we’d been stuck here, she’d always stepped up to the plate. She'd rather be the victim and deal with the backlash of our rebellious ways than allow me a front row seat in it all.

  If only she knew that being in the back seat was just as painful.

  Our Alpha laughed maliciously, amused at the hot tears rolling down our flushed cheeks.

  "You can keep fighting, Krishna. You and Kira. Keep pleasing me with that feistiness of yours. It only turns me on." He chuckled and shook his head, letting go of our hair and taking a step back to view our body with hunger.

  I wore just a ragged top and panties, both having shreds and rips that made them utterly useless in giving me even a semblance of coverage.

  "Take your top off," he commanded, using a lot more force than he had previously.

  Neither of us could fight the force, slowly doing exactly as he said while whimpering at the shocks of pain that shot through our body when our back muscles stretched out.

  Something was definitely broken, but I'd have to wait for my body to fix itself.

  Finishing the deed felt like hours, but the top was finally off and on the floor next to me. The entire time my Alpha stroked himself, watching me with glee and lust.

  "You make your life so hard for yourself and your Master, Krishna. Give up. Submit to me. I'd treat you like a queen if you only bowed down to me."

  The brittle laugh that escaped us hurt but was also satisfying. Krishna had initiated the laugh, but I'm sure if we were back in our main roles, I'd do the same.

  As if it was my time to defy our Alpha, Krishna pulled back and gave me control again.

  "I've defied you since I joined this hellhole at eight years old. What makes you think after seventeen years, I’d suddenly agree to your terms? My answer is still the same as before. Fuck. Off."

  I smiled when his face darkened, and in a blink, I found myself against the wall behind me, the side of my head against the cold, moldy cement.

  "If it weren’t for this body you've been blessed with and the power you carry that makes killing you off-limits in the eyes of the 1st Gen Alpha of British Columbia, I would have killed you that very day when I smashed your head," he snarled.

  I merely giggled, the sound weak but otherwise powerful in its intention to belittle his threat. "You were not my Alpha. Your father was. The one you fucking murdered in cold blood. As for killing me, stop using my gifts as an excuse. You keep me merely because I AM powerful and losing a rare female Alpha like me would be a foolish mistake when it comes to war."

  He didn't answer me, but his grip against my head grew hard, his fingernails digging into my scalp. Krishna was seconds from taking over, but a cold chill ran through me as our Alpha spoke.

  "Do not switch on me!" The commanding power was enough to stop Krishna, but she growled and tried to fight his Alpha power with our own.

  In all my twenty-five years — except for the first seven that I couldn't recall for the life of me — I'd known within myself that I had power far greater than that of the mere boys who mocked me. I was a leader. I had to be, or I wouldn't be able to say no when other female wolves were forced to say yes.

  He let go of my head, and I thought he'd leave me be, but once again I was caught off guard as he pulled me up on my weak legs and pressed me against the wall.

  Our eyes locked and I felt his cock between my legs, my thin panties the only layer of protection I had left. We stood there in an eye lock and I had to zone out Krishna's howls.

  "Go ahead!" I dared. "Do it! You wanna fuck, let's go. Have your fucking fu—" He smashed his lips onto mine, the rough kiss only adding to my fury and inner determination to kill him one day.

  He left me gasping for air and dropped me to the floor. Forcing my head up again, he pushed the head of his cock against my lips.

  "Suck me, Kira."

  A growl vibrated against my throat, but my body complied, my mouth opening up enough to let his cock in. I shut my eyes and blocked everything out, not wanting to hear his grunts or focus on the disgusting taste of his length.

  It was like a second punishment, for I'd be left here till morning with the abominable stench to remind me of this. It didn't take long, my suffering a lot faster today as his final loud grunt echoed off the walls.

  When he pulled out before his load burst, I had to thank the Moon. I already had to deal with the horrible aftertaste. I didn't need his salty cum down my throat.

  Instead, he shot it onto my face and breasts, the streaks of his grimy release slowly trickling down my skin. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

  "All that for three shots of cum. Pathetic." My grumbled response should have earned me a slap, kick, punch, or basically any type of retaliation from the 6'4" man, but he didn't reply.

  Picking up his shorts, he put them back on and glared at me.

  "Keep up the bullshit, Kira. Next time I'll fuck you with this cock and make you scream in pleasure."

  "Each time you threaten me with such stupidity and each time I remind you of how you always fail at fucking me. The idea of fucking me only forces you to remember that Titus had me first."

  I loved how the distinct mark on my neck taunted him. It made me happy that I had something to use against him. He wasn’t the only one with power here, even if it was through mere conversation.

  He gritted his teeth and took two swift steps forward, and I turned my head, offering my left cheek. "Go ahead. The left one doesn't have a bruise yet. Might as well, seeing as you’ve done nothing but torture me here. In fact, just starve for me for all I care. What else can you do to break me?"

  He stopped and cursed. "Fucking cunt."

  I avoided being slapped, but he didn't mind kicking me in the gut. “Be lucky I’ve kept you here and not followed through with my real plans.”

  I coughed and gripped my stomach, annoyed with how painful it was. I'd definitely have a higher pain tolerance if not for that stupid silver bullshit.

  “As in selling me to another pack? Oh, better yet, make me a sex slave. I’ll come up with all the ideas you’re probably thinking of while I chill down here and think of how to kill your ass.”

  "One day I'll take something precious from you," he vowed, dismissing the options I’d brought up.

  I merely laughed. "You didn't take my virginity. Don't know what else there is to take, but sure. Make your glorious vow and go to sleep. You can beat me some more tomorrow for running my mouth."

  He let out a grunt, but turned around, heading right out the door. I let my guard fall when the lock was back in place and his footsteps faded. My stomach roared in rebellion and I quickly shuffled to the toilet hole in the corner to vomit the small amount of liquid in my body.

  My body shook, and I let out a groan, using the wall as support as I fell against it. The sudden pounding of my head made me freeze, a panic running through me as I closed my eyes.

  Not now. Not now. Please...

  I waited for the tingling to start, preparing for what was going to happen, but the pounding dimmed and shortly stopped.

  Thank you, Moon. Dammit.

  "I'm sorry."

  It was odd to smile in this situation, but I did. You've saved me far too many times to be apologizing.

  "I should have killed him."

  If only we could. I'm sure we would have done so and run away.

  "Tomorrow. We have to try."

  We may get beaten to death. Maybe...

  "Would be better than being stuck here."

  True. We just need to be patient. I’m sure in a few days someone will figure out we’re here. If he does take that starving suggestion, we may be scre
wed though.

  I didn’t do well without food. Whether it was a health thing or my body’s revolting way of saying it needed to be fed, only going a few days without nutrition left me feeling like I’d gone on a hunger strike for weeks.

  Shuffling along the floor and avoiding the spots stained with my blood, I found a place to lie down, my body stiffening up the longer I remained still.

  Forcing myself to lift my hand, I stared at it long and hard, my remaining bits of magic just enough to summon the tiny moon locket.

  A grin of achievement graced my lips, while my eyes scanned the golden surface, pressing the button on the side to reveal the inner contents.

  That smile widened, and without me realizing it, droplets left my eyes and trickled down the sides of my face to the ground beneath me.

  Closing the locket, I pressed it to my chest, knowing it would disappear into the little magical hiding place I kept it in. The last hope I had in this hopeless world.

  "We'll see him again." Krishna’s comforting promise made me smile as my eyes closed, exhaustion settling into my bones.

  Yes. We'll run from this place and definitely meet our mate again.

  ABOUT YUMOYORI WILSON

  Yumoyori Wilson is a full-time author who has a “slight” addiction to bubble tea.

  She previously was a Pediatric Registered Nurse, working her night shifts away and reading her kindle during her breaks. She decided to take the chance at becoming an author and is now working on multiple projects in various genres, including Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and more.

  She lives in Toronto, Ontario and loves to bother her lovely Mother (also known as her Queen). She has many projects and plans for her readers.

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