The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings
Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?
In The Holding Cell: A Dream
The confinement room smelled of disinfectant and spoilt cabbage, but it was just like Naomi had described it, not as bad as a dungeon.
I haven't been to the dungeon before, but I have heard the ghastly stories about it, stories I eavesdrop on whilst the others talk about it.
No one talks to me about these things, but dungeon is another word for filth and suffering just like the story books do justice to it.
There was a bed right in the middle of the room with a white bedsheet, just like Naomi had said. The room had double windows and there was a bathroom, small but neat for easing up oneself.
Well, Naomi was right. It was okay, just like a holding cell. I think I can survive here till the investigation result came out. I had faith in Adam that he wouldn't let me rot in the cell.