My Mate or My Foe

HAILEY STEWARTS “Who’s that slave?” One guard asked his companion as he gawked at me with keen interest. “Huh?” His partner asked absentmindedly. “The slave with red hair. Who is she?” He asked again gesturing toward me as I scrubbed a stubborn stain off the floor. The guard gave me one look then slapped his…

I wanted to walk away before she looked up and notices me but I stayed and watched her with interest. She wasn’t bad to look at. She was gorgeous with a body that could cause men to start wars but then, she was just a slave. She looked up after being dazed for a while…

She hesitated for a while. It must have been difficult trying to speak through the pain she was feeling. “Hai- i, Hailey. My na- name is Hailey.” She said. “Hailey.” I mused over it. “Not bad.” “You don’t look so good, Hailey. Do you want us to stop?” I asked, mocking her. Riley slowed down…

“I know it’s going to hurt a lot but I have to reject you as my mate.” I knew she would be sad if I rejected her but there was no other way around it. I needed to be free from the Jasmine scent that plagued my senses without warning. Naturally, she would be devastated…

They both said horrible things to me. Things I couldn’t comprehend or Fathom. They both rained curses on me. They hit me in the face. Riley stepped on my stomach when Shayne pushed me to the floor. I gasped for air. Riley did terrible things to me and now they wanted me to do all…

Riley and Shyne will pay for their actions one way or another and that was a stone cold promise. They had taken advantage of my weakness, now I was going to use that as my greatest alibi. As I walked through the walls, my head low in shame, I could still feel their stares and…

Gently placing his finger under my chin he raised my face up to look him in the eye, leaning closer my heart raced as I judder in anticipation daring to dream what that lips will taste like as I watch him closely his eyes trailed from my eyes down my lips the seductive moment bringing…

“Good job both of you” A man by the side in an all black attire stood observing the fighters I’m guessing their trainer. “Again” his voice echoes, the two men stand two feet apart staring daggers at one another in a rotational movement both out of breaths and sweating profusely. Dimitri is the one to…

“Nahhh, it’s nothing I’ve been hurt worse” he waves it off like a small wound but I can tell he’s lying. “I can help with that if you’re comfortable with it though” I say looking down at my black dress tugging at it nervously anticipating his reply. “Not a fan of sorcery but I’m open…

You stay here I’m coming” without questioning why I trust the man with my life. He left me on the pavement close to the road not a car in sight and even if there was his blue convertible it would have overshadowed it. My jaw drops as I stare at the beauty sitting in the…