Rayne's POV

Alpha Gilbert stood before me in all his manly glory. Not even for a while did I imagine seeing him this way. Sure he did look good even in clothes, but being dressed does nothing to compliment the view before me. I've never had a taste of man. However, I've seen countless butt naked men but none of them came close to what Gilbert portrayed in nude form.

"Like what you see, slave?" Alpha Gilbert asked but all I could do was stare wide-eyed at him. I opened my mouth to speak but it felt patched and so dry. I gulped down my saliva. Gilbert moved closer to me taking one step at a time, his eyes looking at me like I was the first food he is seeing in ages. He traced his index finger on the outline of my face and a cold shiver ran down my spine—probably the effect of the cold water on his body. He used his finger to shift the hair on my shoulders and leaned closer to me. He lick

Rayne's pov

"I'd rather die than to have your filthy body on me. Ever" I responded haughtily and immediately, Gilbert's eyes darkened in anger as he took a few menacing steps toward me.

"Did you just call me filthy?" Gilbert's voice rang through the packhouse, and immediately I started to regret my brave stance of a few minutes ago. I understood that tone so much. That was the tone he uses whenever he wants to punish me.

"I'm sorr...'' my words were still in my throat when I felt a hard slap hit my face until it stabbed my flesh. And another heavy blow smashed and pain exploded like a bomb of fire all through my brain. I could have sworn, my skin peeled off.

I staggered backward as my vision became blurry with unshed tears. I looked at my executioner, and it was Lucas. Of course, Lucas would never hit me so tenderly. Normally, Gilbert's breath alone sent me flying seven buildings, no

Rayne's POV

I was woken up by the feel of metal pressing into my skin. This time, I was well aware of where I was and what I had gone through.

As I opened my eyes, I practically got blinded by the sunlight glints shining directly on the cage. I was also made aware of the fact that my metal cell had been heated up already and the top felt hot to the touch, so I had to lie down in a strange sitting posture.

I was really tired of staying in this small metal prison, and also tired of complaining about it too. In total honesty, all I actually wanted was a good long sleep and some water— preferably chilled.

That will feel like heaven. And maybe, just maybe some juice, cookies, and chocolate....oh mom!

Suddenly, the sound of the door of the metal cage I was placed in, opening, broke me out of my reverie. I looked up to see someone trying to position himself in front of my cage. My heartbea

Rayne's POV

Alpha Gilbert stood before me in all his manly glory. Not even for a while did I imagine seeing him this way. Sure he did look good even in clothes, but being dressed does nothing to compliment the view before me. I've never had a taste of man. However, I've seen countless butt naked men but none of them came close to what Gilbert portrayed in nude form.

"Like what you see, slave?" Alpha Gilbert asked but all I could do was stare wide-eyed at him. I opened my mouth to speak but it felt patched and so dry. I gulped down my saliva. Gilbert moved closer to me taking one step at a time, his eyes looking at me like I was the first food he is seeing in ages. He traced his index finger on the outline of my face and a cold shiver ran down my spine—probably the effect of the cold water on his body. He used his finger to shift the hair on my shoulders and leaned closer to me. He licked the sensitive part of my ear and I couldn't fight the moan that came out of my mouth. My eyes clo

CHAPTER EIGHT