Rosaline's world had become a relentless cycle of torment and anguish. Each day brought with it a new wave of pain, inflicted upon her by the very one who was supposed to be her mate, her protector. Hunter, the vampire prince whose twisted desires knew no bounds, reveled in her suffering, his cruel laughter echoing off the cold stone walls of the dungeon.
As Rosaline lay chained to the unforgiving stone floor, her body battered and broken, she felt the weight of despair settle over her like a suffocating blanket. Every lash of the whip, every searing touch of silver against her skin, served as a cruel reminder of her helplessness, her utter powerlessness in the face of Hunter's relentless cruelty.
But it was not just the physical pain that tore at her soul—it was the emotional torment, the heart-wrenching betrayal of her mate, that cut deepest of all. With each passing day, Hunter's indifference to her suffering became more apparent, his sadistic pleasure in her agony more pronounced. And yet, despite the agony that consumed her, Rosaline clung to a flicker of hope, a tiny spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished.
But Hunter was relentless in his cruelty, his depravity knows no bounds. After each session of torture, he would disappear into the night, leaving Rosaline alone with her agony, her despair. And in his absence, she would lie in the darkness, consumed by thoughts of the countless women who shared his bed, their laughter and whispers echoing through the empty halls of her mind.
Each new day brought with it fresh scars, both physical and emotional, as Rosaline sank deeper into the abyss of despair. And yet, amidst the darkness, a flame of defiance burned within her, a stubborn refusal to surrender to the darkness that threatened to consume her.
As the days turned into weeks, Rosaline's suffering only deepened, her once bright spirit dimming with each passing moment. But deep within her, a seed of hope remained, a glimmer of light amidst the darkness—a reminder that even in the depths of despair, there is still the possibility of redemption, of salvation.
But for now, Rosaline remained trapped in a living nightmare, her soul battered and bruised, her spirit on the brink of collapse. And as she lay in the darkness, her body racked with pain, she whispered a silent prayer for deliverance, for the strength to endure, and for the day when she would finally be free from the clutches of her tormentor.
🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺
𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨!𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙠. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙋𝙈. 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙!
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜,
YOU ARE READING
Veiled Souls
Kurt AdamHarmonie rosaline Moonrise , daughter of the alpha king of werewolves, is the brightest she wolf of her pack , not only is she famous for her beauty but also her pure soul and like other wolves she can't wait to meet her soulmates Hunter damian Bl...
