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

Red-handed.

Marcus pov

A few minutes after the whole drama in the hallway with Rayne and the rest of the pack, I retreated to my pack bedroom in hopes to get some work done but Jenny and Lucas killed that idea. They came bearing a really nice wine bottle and asked that we drink.

I never say no to a nice bottle of wine.

A few gulps from my wine glass and I began to feel dizzy and feverish. My head hurt and so did some joints of my body. Jenny's eyes were the last thing I saw before everything turned black. I felt paralyzed to some extent. I could neither move nor talk. Slowly I felt life leave my body. I was jolted by a knock on my door. I heard footsteps walk inside but I wasn't sure who it was. The person's smell was so tantalizing that instead of focusing on my recovery, I was filling my nostrils with the smell. A few minutes later I felt something cold touch my skin and that was h

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, not to mention his slaps, kicks, and punches....fucking monster!

"Get out of this place, loser," Gilb

CHAPTER NINE