Aria/Lysara’s POV

My lips parted in a wide scream that never came, and I started away from him. His warm palm clamped down on my ass, holding me steady against his big body.

There was something unusual about his touch. It was warm enough to get me to relax around him, my body submitting to him. At the same time, hot enough to send some searing heat inside of me, tearing down every nerve ending in me.

My feet tingled, my toes curling around each other. His ice-grey eyes carefully took in every inch of me. My round breasts, my sex surrounded by a wall of curly dark hair before drifting back to my face once again.

His eyes strayed beyond me to the table, finding the magazine on it, then back to me. “I saw you staring at those bastard Crimson Mooners. Do you share a passionate hatred for them?”

I found my head nodding itself to the positive. “Yes,” I answered.

He grinned, brushing the thumb of his free hand along his exquisite lips, and he observed me with his ice-grey orbs, studying my features—slow and careful, committing every detail to memory.

I thought he would ask why I hated them, and I would have to lie, because telling him I was the original Crimson Moon Luna was certain death. But his next question rather threw me off guard. “What do you want to do to them?” he asked.

I stayed silent for a moment. Unsure of what to say. I eventually settled for the truth. “Get my revenge.” I answered.

His face brightened with a smile. “You have just won my heart with that answer.” He said. “Win this little contest and become my seventh sub, and I’ll help you get that revenge while I am getting mine.” He said. He leaned low, his breath warm against my neck. He whispered low in my ear. “I’ll be rooting for you—” he paused deliberately, wanting me to fill in my name.

“Lysara,” I said, choosing my new name.

He sucked in a deep breath, and he exhaled his warm breath against my ear again. “Lysara.” He moaned my name. “I’ll be rooting for you to win. Don't disappoint me.”

He leaned back from me, and a sharp pain seared my ass as he spanked me hard, steering me into the arms of his guards.

I winced at the hot pain jarring up my ass to the rest of my body. The guards grabbed my arms and shoved me into my seat roughly. I almost hit my head against the steel backrest.

I looked around to see Lisa and the other girls already seated. Alpha King Kael took his seat behind the large steel table, his gaze hovering over us like that of a panelist overseeing a reality TV show.

The guards stepped back from the chairs, and one of them consulted a gold-plated watch on his thick wrist. “The competition starts at five minutes sharp. And these are the rules. The competition is of two rounds. The first five winners of the first round progress to the next. The last gets a fast trip to hell.”

Fast trip to hell. I turned to myself, pondering. What could be mean by that. As if to explain what he meant, he whipped out a gun from his belt. I gasped as realization sucker-punched me right in the gut.

The steel body of the gun gleamed under the dimmed glow from the fire torches on the stone walls of the dungeon. He unlocked the magazine also and showed us the silver bullets loaded into it. Since ordinary bullets were useless on werewolves. Cold hands gripped my soul. I shivered on the chair. They were damn well going to kill us.

I turned my head to Alpha Kael. Was he truly going to allow this? This was illegal. The mask of impassivity I saw on his face was answer enough. He watched the scene as if he had no idea what the hell was going on. Now I saw why every other Alpha in the Lycan race hated him. He was a cold fucking bastard.

The guard continued. “Only one person would win the second round, which means the other four participants will end up like the first woman.” He paused. “Now, this is the game. For the first round, you all need to pick whatever toy suits you from the options laid on the floor before you and fuck yourselves into an orgasm. The first five to reach an orgasm qualify for the next round, where you will have to hold your orgasm off until the others release theirs. The last woman standing wins,” he explained.

The guard pushed the gun back into his belt. “And don't try to fake an orgasm. We can smell your arousals and feel the vibrations in your body when you truly have an orgasm. We can tell a fake orgasm from a real one. And cheaters are automatically disqualified.” he warned. He consulted his wristwatch and paused for a string of seconds that had my heart racing wild against my chest like it was about to tear out of my body. Then he screamed. “Go…”

Lisa and the girls scrambled for the toys on the floor, each picking up what best suited them. The common options were a combination of a dildo, a vibrator, and an ass plug.

Others plugged the toys into their sexes and assholes, filling the air with harsh, discordant moans, pleasuring themselves, and hunting for an orgasm, while I just stared at the toys on the floor. I just couldn't bring myself to do this.

The sharp snap of a cocked pistol had me throw my head to the air. The guard with a gun stood before me, the gun trained to my head. “Maybe I didn't mention it earlier, but refusal to compete also means disqualification, and disqualification means death.” He said, his finger leaning on the trigger.

Cold shivers ran through me. I shut my eyes, preparing myself for my second death. A voice rang out in the room, echoing along the stone walls—his low, velvety voice, carrying over the loud, aching moans that blared in the room. “Don’t shoot, Brooks.” Alpha King Kael snapped.

I sighed with the whole of my lungs, exhaling every bit of air in me. Thank hell he’d stopped his man before he could pull the trigger.

He looked at me, his lips curving into a slow smile. Still, his eyes were impassive. I have a feeling he wouldn't bat an eyelid if I was eventually killed—damn the bastard.

“Remember I am rooting for you, Miss Lysara. Don't let me down.” He said, his voice still barely carrying over the moans from the others.

I couldn't give a damn about letting him down. But I also couldn't die again without making Roran and Selene pay for what they did to me, without getting back my pack. I rushed to the floor, and I picked up a vibrator and a dildo.

I shut my ears to the loud, aching moans of the others, and I stuck the vibrator into my sex, turning it on immediately.

I was shoving the dildo in when the other guard stared down at Lisa and two others, and he screamed, “Passed on to round two.”

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, even as her face tightened as she began to struggle to hold off her orgasm. At the same time, another lady writhed around her chair, her whole body vibrating like a fish out of the sea, her moans louder and richer.

Her show of orgasms seemed real to me, but the guard with the gun didn't share my thoughts because he steered his gun to her head. The trigger clicked with a noise, and then there was a bang. Blood dripped from a hole on her head, surrounded by a pulpy, bloody ring of mashed skin.

One of the ladies already in the second round gasped in fright, staring at the dead girl. The shock must have affected her, because her juices flushed out of her sex like a tap let loose.

She wasn't done squirting when the guard pulled the trigger again. She spasmed out on the chair, writhing from death and her released orgasm.

Alpha King Kael just watched the scene like a bystander, his eyes distant, his face impassive. The fucking bastard.

By now, the vibrator was beginning to work so many wonders in me. I gripped the steel arms of the chairs tight, feeling my body about to come apart from so much vibration rippling through the whole of me through my sex.

I squirmed and writhed on the chair, shaking like a tortured fish. I suddenly realized we were four girls now. With two of them having reached the second round, leaving me and one last person still stuck in the first round. If she reached an orgasm before me, then I was fucking dead too.

I grabbed tighter to the dildo hanging limp in my sex, and I began to push it faster and harder into me, feeling it stretching me further and further apart, while the vibrator quivered around my clit, plunging more and more vibrations into me.

I grabbed the chair's arms tighter, my fingers digging into the steel. I arched up to the air, moans rippled all the way from my lungs, tearing out of my throat, while I continued to dance around on the chair from an exquisite mix of so much pain and pleasure. My eyes darkened, my vision blurred, and I saw nothing.

A sudden force gripped my thighs. They shook badly—so badly, I suddenly went numb with the pain. A wave of calm filled my chest, realizing I had just reached my orgasm. My orgasm threatened to drip out of me, and I held it back, holding desperately to it with not just my body but my soul.

The familiar voice of the guard rang with “Pass.” Simultaneously, a loud bang announced a gunshot, and the chair beside me suddenly stopped vibrating.

I tried to open my eyes more, but I could see nothing—my vision was blurred out by a veil I couldn't get past.

I dropped the dildo and threw my head against the chair, grabbing harder at the steel chair with both hands. My fingers dug into the steel until they started to ache and bleed, while I thrashed around like a mouse caught in a mousetrap. My sex contracted around the vibrator and dildo still stuck inside of me. Every inch of me ached terribly, throbbing miserably with the pain of my orgasm. My blood felt like fire in me, tearing down my veins. All I could feel now was pain, thrill, and a tiny speck of pleasure.

Slowly I grew numb with pain and almost couldn't feel anything, not even the cold steel of the chair beneath my bare ass. The aching moans in the room faded from my ears.

The voice struck the air again, and I heard, “Disqualified,” followed by a bang. Another yell of “Disqualified” again and then a bang.

Not then did I climax on the chair, my eyes shut tight from the effort. I writhed and thrashed around while my juices leaked fast off me. I had a vague idea of someone lifting me into their arms—the warmth was familiar—Alpha King Kael. I couldn't stop, and I continued thrashing around wildly in his arms, the agony of holding onto my orgasm for so long still drumming through the whole of me. I felt like I was teetering between the cliff of life and death.

My eyes were still shut tight from the pain, my sex still throbbing, slick and slimy, and still leaking out my juices, which seemed to stain his shirt wet.

“You didn't let me down, Lysara.” I heard him coo in my ear. “Congratulations, you are now my seventh sub and will receive my collar once you are bathed and ready. Now, all that remains is for you to earn your place in my harem. I have no doubt you will. Then I will help you get your revenge and mine.” He whispered to me, his shoes tapping hard at the stone floor, and he took me away.