Zee_Ladia

"Now, listen to me" he commanded and I instantly looked up at him. 

"Rule number one, no screaming. No matter what I do to you, I must not hear a single noise. If I do, it would most definitely get worse" he said and my heart hammered in my chest. 

"Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. 

"Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. 

Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. 

"Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip. 
He whipped me again and I managed to stifle a scream. 

"Good girl" he said and went back to sit on his bed. 

"Now, strip." He ordered and I shakily got up and began to pull my clothes off my body.

...
Kieran had a regular life until a ruthless Alpha turned it all upside down. She suffers and even gets rejected. What happens when she has a better second chance mate who is protective and the ruthless Alpha who made her life hell is butting into her life again?

Scarred Luna

I exhaled the moment the words slid past my lips. Surprisingly, after my mini outburst just now, I felt lighter. The tightening in my chest that seemed to be stuck when Oliver couldn't keep shut about Kieran, had suddenly disappeared. My head felt lighter and my vision was tinted with red anymore. I could see the world for the colors it was in and it looked beautiful. That, and the surprised look on Oliver's face was more than satisfactory.

Time seemed to slow to a halt as none of us moved. Oliver who was hyper active just a moment ago was as quiet as a rock. If I hadn't seen him move his lips prior to my outburst, I would come to the conclusion that he was now mute.

"Oliver?" I called out after some seconds. It was surprising how after a moments worth of silence between us, something began to churn in the pit of my stomach. Guilt. "Oliver? Are you okay?"

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