Summer Pen

I've been hunted by nightmares, fear and regrets my whole life, and I'm not willing to put others in danger of what might come for me.
But what do you know, destiny has a way of playing games.

There's a saying among shifters— Never reject an Alpah—. Well that's what I've done, and I'm learning the hard way.

Jerome Knight is the Alpha of the woodlands pack, and my mate. One who I'm not at all ready to accept.
He doesn't take no for an answer. After all, I never thought he ever got denied anything he wanted and I certainly won't be the first person he accepts a NO from.

I either choose yes or yes. Or he'll force me by hook or crook. Even if it means bullying me into accepting him as my mate.

Bullied To Submission

The man paced the room, what else could he do? What should he do? The Hikrata wasn't panicking, She wasn't running, she didn't abandon her mate.


Master was going to be very furious and if master got furious... everyone would know why they called him the monster.


If he could just find a way to fast forward everything and just jump to the fight it would do him good, he wouldn't have to worry about his master ever calling in him again. If the old man was so sure the Hikrata could kill him in rage, then he would make sure it did.


He stopped mid step when a portal appeared in his office.


His employee came out of the portal holding Cecilia.


"As you well know —" the red head man started. "She's a dreamer and her memory cannot be fully erased, she might look and feel like a puppet but she still has a brain, she might even behave like a puppet and only moving when her master commands it but somewhere in her head she knows that's not who she is, my theory is that seeing Danica reminded her who she was for a moment."


"Hmm, so seeing Danica triggered her memory?"


"Has she been punished for going against her master?" The man asked.


The red head nodded. "She has been punished exactly the way you wanted, one of her eye is now completely useless."


The man smiled. "Good, that is good...tell me, do you have any idea how to taunt dear Danica more?"


The red head hesitated his eyes casting down in a look of fear, he didn't want to be punished for saying the wrong thing.


The man threw back his head and laughed at the look of fear in the red heads face. "Don't you worry, you are not going to be in trouble, just give me an idea, I might even reward you if I find it worthwhile."


The red head nodded slowly. "I'd say you should send a picture of her mother like this and tell her her mate will be next."


"Threatening her mate's life, hmm....it would be amusing and satisfying to taunt her with the possibility that her mate could die at anytime.


"Your reward would be sent to your account, take my dear sister back to her cage." The man said slyly.


The red head bowed and went to do what he was told to do.


A grandfather and his son taunting his grand daughter, if what they did was called taunting.


He was grateful that he only had twelve more days to serve the man.


He was almost in the portal when the man's voice stopped him.


"Stop." The red head stopped, his hand trembling, what now?


"I'm in need of some relief right now so I need your services." The man said slyly.


"What relief could I offer you?" The man asked, praying to his God it wasn't what he thought.


The man laughed, "On your knees employee, and your mouth wide open."


The red head bowed his head, "should I drop her before offering you relief?" His voice was steady despite the fear that ran up his spine.


The man chuckled. "Let her watch, it's not like she's aware of anything."


Oh God, somehow he knew it was going to be more than a blow job


He let go of Cecilia and sank to his knees and then consciously swallowed his fear and opened his mouth.


The Red Head