Maya

After three agonizing minutes, I finally emerged from the bathroom, my heart still racing, fear coursing through every one of my fucking veins. I was terrified, too frightened to be in the presence of these two predators who regarded me as little more than an object, a toy for their amusement. 

They could do whatever they wanted. This was their den—their empire. Not just this room—the whole pack.

As I stepped into the room, unaware of the impending danger, my eyes unknowingly locked with Leonardo's. 

Shit!

He was perched on his grand wingback chair, one elbow resting on the armrest, while he absentmindedly scratched his chin. His gaze swept over me from head to toe, growing darker and more intense by the second. 

Maximus, on the other hand, was conspicuously absent, which, in truth, was of little concern to me. Being trapped in the same space with either of them was a form of torment I couldn't escape.

"Come here, Puppet," Leonardo ordered beckoning me, still seated in his chair, “Let me see what took you so long."

Oh no…

"Leo, I..."

"What did I tell you to do, Puppet?" His stare turned icy, and his tone became a clear command, “Come here."

He’d fucking kill me if I didn’t obey.

Instead of futilely arguing, I obeyed his order, walking closer until I stood directly in front of him. 

At that moment, a creeping unease settled in my stomach, as I realized I hadn't securely fastened my robe. However, whether or not I tightened it wouldn't make a difference. I was still trapped, my body and mind haunted by the memories of the previous night. It was hard to believe that these were my mates, the ones supposedly bound to my soul, who had callously taken my virginity and subjected me to unspeakable horrors.

What could I call them? Mates or monsters? Even ‘monsters’ wouldn’t be fitting to what they did to me.

"Come closer," he repeated.

God, help me.

I swallowed hard and took the last couple of steps, reducing the distance between us to nearly one or two strides. Before I could retreat, he encircled his hand around my waist, effortlessly pulling me onto his lap.

A gasp involuntarily escaped my lips as I landed on his lap, my eyes locking with his, and my heart quickening its pace. My hands, almost of their own accord, found their way around his neck, offering me some semblance of stability.

"Well.....you still smell like us," He chuckled, nuzzling my neck and a shiver went down my spine. I fisted onto the collars of his shirt, knowing I couldn't pull away.

His scent enveloped me, just as Maximus's had. It was hard to admit, but my body still yearned for their touch.

Fucking ironic, isn't it?

"I wonder, if we were to fuck you again, how you'd manage to walk to the pack meeting," he mused, his hand tracing circles on my thighs where the robe had slipped down. "But then again, it would be quite satisfying to let everyone know who owns you and who brought you to this state, wouldn't it?"

"Leo..." I attempted to remove his hand from my thigh, but he tightened his grip, causing me to wince in pain. I was sure that his grip had already left visible marks on my skin.

"Don't test my patience, Maya. I've warned you before—the more you obey us, the better it will be for you," he whispered, his nails nearly digging into my waist as he held me tighter. Close to him.

My trembling hand slowly retreated from his, and I let it rest in my lap. Our eyes remained locked, and I knew he could see into the depths of my soul. This was scary….

"Open this for me, now," he ordered, pointing at my robe. Despite his warning, I closed my eyes and shook my head.

“Please... don't," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Suddenly, he seized a handful of my hair and forced my head up, his gaze now chillingly locked on my face.

"What did I just tell you, Maya? Do you really want me to punish you?" His tone was a mixture of menace and frustration.

God, I wished I could just escape from this, somewhere far away. Far from them and everyone else.

With trembling hands, I reached for my robe and began to untie it. He observed my every move with unwavering focus. Slowly, I let it slide down my shoulders. However, before it could slide further down and expose my breasts, Maximus stepped into the bedroom from the closet, fully dressed and looking as fresh as ever, with a few semi-wet hair strands falling over his face.

"You told me not to fuck her, and now you're toying with her?" Maximus raised an eyebrow, “Let her go. She needs to get ready for the pack meeting."

As Leonardo's gaze shifted to Maximus, I breathed a sigh of relief, silently grateful for any interruption. However, the fleeting relief dissipated as Leonardo once again brushed his nose against my jaw, unwilling to release me.

"Alphas are allowed to be fashionably late, aren't they?" he purred, his voice husky.

God! Please no. I won’t be able to take it anymore. 

"Well, they are, but as much as we might want to fuck her right now, we have to be there," Maximus declared, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. The navy-blue fabric accentuated his skin, the veins on his arms standing out, “So, let her go. She needs to be dressed properly."

Why did I need to be dressed properly? It's not as if anyone in this pack had paid me any attention. Ever.

"Fuck this," Leonardo grumbled under his breath. He seized my jaw and kissed me, his tongue forcefully invading my mouth as he pulled me closer. Our bodies pressed against each other, and his grip was bruising, the kiss painful. Yet, it ignited sparks and sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I hate it. I absolutely fucking hate the way they make me feel.

Leonardo pulled away, leaving me nearly breathless. His eyes were filled with lust, and my swollen lips were covered in his saliva.

"Go, Puppet. Get ready," he said against my lips, and it took me a moment before I finally tied my robe and stood up from his lap.

Thank god! 

As I attempted to make my way to the closet, Maximus suddenly grabbed my wrist, and with a swift tug, he pulled me close. Too close.

My back collided with his chest, and my heart raced.

Fuck.

"Don't take too long, Pigeon. You know what we can do, don't you?" His fingers traced my neck, almost brushing my cleavage, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips. I nodded hastily.

I needed to get away from them as soon as possible.

"Good girl," he murmured, planting a tantalizing kiss on my earlobe before letting go. Without a second thought, I sprinted into the closet, my heart pounding against my chest. I shut the door, pressing my back against it, and finally exhaled the breath I'd been holding for so long.

This was fucked up….

So badly fucked up.

I was trapped with these monsters, and I had no idea how I would ever escape their clutches or if I'd ever be able to.