Owned
NYRA
“Nyra!” Derek’s voice booms across the camp, making my stomach drop. “Where the hell is that little bitch?”
I shiver beneath the pelt, already dreading what’s waiting for me. My limbs suddenly feel too heavy to move, my whole body resisting the thought of stepping out of the tent and presenting myself to the Rogue King—as he likes to call himself.
“Don’t go, Nyra,” Trixie whispers in the dark, her voice tight with worry. “He’s too drunk.”
She’s always the soft one. And right on cue, Blair delivers the response I’m expecting.
“Are you crazy?” she snorts. “He’ll rip our tent apart if she doesn’t go.”
I can’t blame her. She’s speaking from experience. When Derek gets the urge to fuck, a fragile canvas tent isn’t going to stop him. The three of us already work ourselves to the bone every hour we spend in this rogue camp, and the last thing we need is to add “sew the tent back together” to that list.
“Nyra!” Derek’s voice carries from the direction of the campfire.
“Coming!” I call back at last, forcing myself to push the pelt aside.
Blair and Trixie fall silent as I pull on my dress and crawl out of the tent. They’ll be summoned soon enough too, since the other ten male rogues will want their attention. That’s a certainty. The difference is, the girls have wolves. They can at least take some pleasure from sex. I can’t.
It takes me forever to heal after Derek is done with me. And when he’s drunk, he definitely doesn’t care about being gentle—he gets violent, and my cries only turn him on more. So no matter how much it hurts, I don’t cry anymore. I won’t give him that satisfaction.
The gang has been drinking around the campfire ever since they got back from yet another successful theft from a nearby pack. Their voices grow louder with every passing hour. It was only a matter of time before Derek remembered me.
I stay in the shadows, careful not to interrupt him while he’s talking. He hates that. He sits by the fire on a large tree stump he calls his throne, gesturing animatedly to the others as homemade moonshine sloshes carelessly from his cup.
“It was so easy, I’m thinking we should start taking over their land,” he says, his voice thick with drunken excitement.
I pray it’s just the alcohol talking. It’s one thing to roam the empty stretch of land where none of the four surrounding packs bother to set foot, sneaking across their borders now and then to steal. It’s something entirely different to settle in the heart of pack land. If a rogue wolf gets caught inside those borders, there’s no mercy.
“Their new Alpha is so pathetic,” Derek continues, “I can’t pass up this opportunity.”
I go still. I hope he isn’t talking about who I think he is. The one I ran from more than two years ago. The one I swore I’d never see again. The one who rejected me without mercy. By now, he could very well be Alpha.
“Come here, Nyra,” Derek says at last, finally noticing me.
“I’ll wait for you in your tent,” I reply, turning toward it.
“I said come here!” he bellows, and a shiver runs through me.
I approach him carefully.
He pulls out his huge, hard cock and starts stroking it lazily, holding my gaze the entire time. Mortified, I glance around. Most of the gang is watching me hungrily. What the fuck is he planning to do?
“Come sit on my cock, Nyra,” Derek orders.
My eyes widen. “Here?”
Is he really going to make me do this in front of everyone?
“The boys have been wondering why I never share you,” he says, his eyes heavy with pleasure as his hand keeps moving. “The pathetic little were who doesn’t even have a wolf. The Rogue King’s favorite toy. Doesn’t make sense, does it? So I figured I’d give them a little demonstration.”
My body starts to shake. In the two years I’ve been with him, I’ve never had to endure this level of humiliation.
“You can’t be serious…”
His eyes narrow with rage as he jumps off the stump, his cock jutting forward. He takes one long step, clamps a hand around my elbow, and drags me in front of him. A startled gasp escapes me.
“You see, boys,” he says, dragging my skirt up and ripping my panties off with one swift motion. “This little bitch has the tiniest pussy.” My heart pounds as he forces my legs apart, turning me toward the group like I’m something on display. “And that’s the secret.”
He drops back onto his so-called throne and pulls me down with him. “No matter how much I stretch her out, she’s tight every time. I can’t get enough of it.”
Struggling is pointless, and it would only make it hurt more. I have a routine that’s been proven over time: keep my face blank, don’t move, relax every muscle, and breathe through it. Derek never lasts more than a few thrusts.
But all those hungry faces watching me make it impossible to stay calm. My pulse pounds, my body tense with humiliation. I have no idea how I’m supposed to relax under their stares.
“Now sit on my cock, baby,” he says, his voice low. “I’ll let them watch, but nobody ever touches you but me. You hear me?” He fists his hand in my hair and jerks my head back, and the nauseating stench of alcohol washes over me. “Tell them who you belong to.”
“I belong to you, Derek,” I say through clenched teeth.
“That’s right, baby,” he says, satisfied. “You’re mine. Nobody else would want a bitch without a wolf. But I protect you.”
He grips my waist with his large hands and lifts me, positioning me over him. I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my lip, bracing for the pain. When he slams me down onto him, the force of it tears a scream from my throat, stars exploding behind my eyes.
Derek only groans in pleasure. “Such a perfect little pussy.”
As he moves me on top of him, his hands locked tight around my waist, I catch sight of Blair and Trixie stepping into the firelight on the other side of the flames. They’re both naked, already resigned to taking multiple cocks tonight. It’s turning into an orgy.
A few more thrusts and the sharp edge of pain dulls. Derek stiffens beneath me, spilling inside me with a groan.
The things I do to survive.
I’ve thought about running more times than I can count, but there’s nowhere for me to go. Without a wolf, I’m defenseless in this world. I’m not fast enough to hunt, and sooner or later I’d starve.
When I left the Bloodmoon pack, I knew rogues were my only chance at survival, if they would even take me in. Derek didn’t want to at first, saying I was useless to them. But he decided to force himself on me before throwing me out. And that’s how I stayed. That’s how I earn a full meal every day.
Because of my pussy.
The only upside to not having a wolf is that I’ll never have his pups. I’ve never gone into heat like a normal she-wolf, and that’s the one thing I’m thankful for. I would never want to bring pups into this world, especially not his.
“Bring me more moonshine, Nyra,” Derek murmurs as I slide off him, gesturing toward his cup.
I tug my dress back down and turn to grab it, but a sharp ache flares between my legs as I move.
“Let’s drink until we pass out,” Derek laughs drunkenly. “We finally have a real reason to celebrate.”
“Oh yeah?” I snort. “And what’s that?”
“The Bloodmoons have the weakest Alpha they’ve had in decades.” He laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever said, grinning at me.
I feeze.
“We’re moving to richer lands, baby,” he continues. “And he won’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”
The cup slips from my fingers and hits the ground.
No. Not the Bloodmoons. Not my former pack.
Not Adrian.
