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ALPHA'S DARK PAYMENT. HE REJECTED HER. HIS WOLF CHOSE HER. Novel Cover

ALPHA'S DARK PAYMENT. HE REJECTED HER. HIS WOLF CHOSE HER.

"Say it." Elara's throat tightened. "I belong to you," she whispered. "I am your slave." Kane Blackthorn's gaze hardened. "And?" Her voice broke. "I am... your sex slave." The Alpha stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her whole. "You will expect no kindness," he said coldly. "No affection. No protection. You exist to obey me." "Yes, my Lord." "Strip, Elara." Elara once lived in the Blood Moon Pack as the daughter of a powerful man. Now she lives in the Alpha's palace as something far worse than a servant. A slave. Alpha Kane Blackthorn rules his pack with an iron will and an untouchable reputation. Mercy is not something he offers twice. And Elara belongs to him now. She should hate him. She tries to. But the deeper she falls into the Alpha's dark world, the more dangerous things become. Because Kane Blackthorn doesn't look at her like a slave. He looks at her like something far more dangerous. Something he might never let go.
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Chapter 5

Elara froze the second his voice filled the room.

"Spread your legs, Elara."

The way he said her name-slow, calm, and deliberate-sent a cold shiver through her.

This was the second time he'd spoken it tonight, and somehow the sound of it in his mouth hit differently: soft, heavy.

She obeyed immediately.

Stop, she warned herself. Don't think. Don't feel.

She waited, longing for a touch, for anything-but nothing came.

The absence was worse than pain.

Was this all part of her punishment, or did sex slaves not deserve pleasure? Making her feel unworthy even of being touched? As if holding her might grant her comfort, might make her feel human again, and he refused to allow even that.

The first thrust caught her completely off guard.

It wasn't just unexpected... it was brutal, deep, and hard, searing pain through her body.

"Ahhhh!" Elara's screams tore through the chamber, clutching the bedsheets as if they were the only thing keeping her strong.

He was too big for her... too huge for her tight pussy, leaving her bleeding and confused. Was it because it was her first time or because of his hard, brutal thrusts?

There was no one to ask.

No mother.

No comfort.

No answers.

Now she was here again.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric as agony tore through her, worse than anything she'd ever endured, even worse than watching her father be executed. This particular pain pierced deeper.

Kane did not slow his pace.

He did not care.

His dick thrust deeper inside Elara.

"Ahhhh!" Elara groaned, a low cry escaping her throat-half sob, half pounding breath. This wasn't desire. It was nothing close to it.

It was punishment.

Pure torture.

When he pulled out, Elara gasped, clinging to the brief relief, but it vanished as quickly as it came when Kane thrust into her again.

She bit down on her lip, fighting back her cries. What if he grew angrier? What if it got worse?

Tears streamed freely now, blurring her vision.

Her pussy stretched beyond its limits, every nerve screaming. It was unbearable.

"My lord!" she cried, instinctively trying to move-but he pinned her down.

"My lord, please!" she begged.

"My lord..." she whispered again. "Please... be gentle."

Her words meant nothing.

He did what he came to do.

He punished her.

He said nothing.

The silence was merciless.

"My lord, please!!!" she screamed. Not a single word or sound came from him, not even a moan, but the torture only increased. He was really punishing her with all he had.

"That hurts, Kane!" Elara shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He pulled out of her, and her face fell on the bed. She couldn't breathe; her pussy felt so hot and it stung. She swallowed hard, but still, she couldn't move her body or remember that she had just called him by his name.

**She called you by your name.** His wolf muttered...

Kane ignored him, staring at the bloodstain on the bed...

**I love her audacity. He continued. And she's a virgin too.**

**"Shut up,"** Kane snapped and cut off the link.

He walked away. Elara sat up weakly and helplessly, sweat dripping down her body, her face covered in tears and her long black hair sticking to her wet skin.

She felt something wet dripping down her thighs. She sniffed, not bothering to look. She had never felt such pain in her life. She had just lost her virginity to the same man who ordered the execution of her father.

She stood up, limping towards the door when she heard Kane's cold voice.

**"If I meet you in my chamber, you will send my regards to your father."** The door slammed shut.

Elara swallowed painfully before forcing herself to move. Every step was torture. Her legs shook as she dressed slowly and carefully, leaning against the wall for support.

She made it into the lounge before her strength failed.

She collapsed.

Holding onto a pole, she dragged herself upright again.

Guards stared openly as she passed, their eyes following her battered form-but none of them moved to help.

They wouldn't dare.

Elara kept walking.

**She's just faking it.**

**I'm sure she enjoyed every bit of it.**

Elara wept, hearing their cruel words.

Crying.

Alone.

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