The people around the campfire were drunk, high, or both. Dalia stayed next to Miles, sitting on the floor with one hand resting on his leg and the other one holding a beer bottle. Isabella was behind him, massaging his shoulders with a bored expression on her face. They were celebrating the recruitment of new rogues to their pack.
Miles let his hand land on top of her head and ran his fingers absentmindedly through her hair. The disgust she used to get was gone by now, used to have men touching her whenever they felt like it. She learned to leave with it instead of allowing herself to feel sorry for the situation she was in. Now that Adam was gone, she had to look out for her own wellbeing.
"Dalia," she heard Miles's deep voice. She looked up at him to let him know she was listening. "Are you having fun, dear?" The man talked provocatively. When Dalia first met him, she was enchanted by his handsome features and his charming smile. What Dalia did not see, was his evil soul.
She gave him a toothy smile. "Of course! Our pack is growing in numbers."
"Look at those two over there," he pointed at a couple making out near the edge of the small camp. "They found each other last night. The happy couple." Dalia looked at the pair of young werewolves. They both were eating each other's faces, desperate to fuse together.
Dalia recognized the woman as part of the inner circle. "Isn't that Fernanda?" she asked Miles.
The circle was a group of twenty men and women whose only job was to serve the people in power. In truth, and for lack of a better word, they were a group of prostitutes who pleased Miles and the other high-ranking individuals sexually and did their bidding. Miles handpicked Dalia, Isabella, Fernanda, and Luisa who were known as the inner circle.
Nobody but Miles was allowed to touch them unless they had his permission
"Yes, that's her," he said as he drank from his own beer bottle, still looking at the couple. "Found her mate." Sensing anger coming off of him, Dalia stood up and sat on his lap and he placed his arm around her waist.
Fernanda was an idiot. And she was going to pay heavily for it.
"Are you okay?" she asked while kissing his neck, trying to appease him and make him forget about Fernanda.
"Yeah," he kissed her neck as he spoke. "I'm letting them have fun tonight, but he will have to ask me before taking her away from me. We'll see how far she takes it."
Isabella, who was paying attention to their conversation started touching his leg sensually.
"Oh, are we not enough, my love?" she asked, provocatively.
"My dear, you are more than enough," he told her. His lips coming to a stop on Dalia's neck. He extended his free hand and pulled Isabella up. "Now, come sit on my lap." Dalia watched as Isabella sat on his other leg, sitting so she was facing him. "Touch me," he commanded them and started kissing Isabella's cleavage.
Their eyes met, both women knowing they had to protect Fernanda. And if having sex with Miles was what it took, they were willing to pay the price.
The party continued as Isabella started to massage his groin and Dalia opened his shirt to run her tongue over his chest. She felt him growl low, she imitated the sound.
The disgust and shame she'd have every time he exposed them in front of everyone continued to bother her, even after him doing this for too long now. Dalia was wearing a long thin green dress and Isabella had a black pencil skirt. Miles ran his hands on each of the girls' tights and lifted up their clothes to expose them. Dalia closed her eyes, trying to zone everything out.
She imagined herself with a different person doing what Miles was doing. The person under her was not Miles, they had no face at all.
She allowed them to move her underwear to the side and touch her. The man ran his fingers through her intimate folds, trying to turn her on.
She heard a zipper being open and knew that he wanted them to please him at the same time, so she opened her eyes and avoided looking at his face. It made it easier for her to handle the situation.
Isabella licked her palm and started to massage his shaft with the lubricated hand while Dalia kneeled in front of him. She spit on the tip of his dick and watched as the saliva facilitated Isabella's movements.
This wan not Miles...
This was not Miles.
The man in front of her had both his hands on Isabella's exposed breast as he sucked on her nipples.
Dalia opened her mouth and placed his testicles in her mouth. He moved forward so she could place her hand under him, and Dalia felt like puking, aware of what he wanted her to do.
Once she enjoyed their sexual activities. Now they made her nauseous.
She used the saliva coming out of her mouth to lube his butthole with her finger. Slowly, she started to insert her index finger, massaging the inside with her movements.
She hated doing this for him. She hated the fact that she was forced to finger fuck his asshole.
She looked up at Isabella who had a grimace on her face as he licked her breasts. She gave a curt nod to Dalia and they started to switched places, Dalia running her tongue over his erection on her way up.
Miles moaned when Dalia pulled her finger out of him.
"Let's go lay down," he told them.
Relief ran through her body as she stood up and pulled her underwear back in place and her dress covered her once again. Isabella's underwear had been broken at some point, so she pulled her skirt down and walked in front of them to Miles' room, but he stopped her.
"I still want to enjoy the party," he passed the two women and walked a few feet away from the party, near a rock where people had left some jackets. He pulled his pants down to his knees and pulled Dalia on top of him. "Ride me."
---
Soon the party died down, but people were now heavily intoxicated, some, like Dalia, Isabella, and Miles were relaxing after having sex. Others were puking due to alcohol intoxication, and many were passed out on the floor.
Dalia had her eyes closed while resting her head on Miles' shoulder, imagining that this was not the scenario where they were. Miles had an arm around each of the girls' shoulders, touching their exposed breasts. He enjoyed having them naked next to him after fucking in front of everyone.
Because that was their job. To be fucked by Miles and he wanted all to see.
They were trophies nobody could touch.
She felt like crying, feeling shame as the gaze of males burned her as they watched her naked body. Although nudity was normal in the werewolf community, this was not the same. Miles did this for his selfish pleasure.
She faked a yawn, wanting to leave his side. "Are you tired, my dear?" he asked. She opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy sweet smile affirming with her head. "You go ahead and clean up. I'll see you both tomorrow."
Isabella stood up first and helped Dalia get up. Her legs were shaking as she got up, Miles watched them both with lust. Dalia bent down to grab her dress but was stoped by pain running through her body. She let out a growl.
He had spanked her butt. Hard, probably leaving a mark on her skin.
She turned around and saw Miles' grin. "Don't. Walk like that and stay like that until I say so."
"But, baby..." Isabella protested. "If we are going into the dormitories, the other men will see us."
"And?" he asked annoyed. "Let them see," he said and grabbed both their clothes, folded them roughly, and with impressive strength threw them into the fire. "They know they can't touch what is mine. Go."
They walked together to the rooms, holding their head high. They could not show any weakness, especially in front of Miles and his men. They passed a group of males who smelled them and started to whisper among each other.
"Miles' whores."
They did not stop walking, acting like they did not hear them.
They entered the old building that made up the dormitories. Apparently, it had been a hospital that the humans abandoned nearly five years ago, so the place was still in a good condition. Dalia walked in front of Isabella and rushed to Miles' room, where he and the inner circle lived.
It had been an office before, but they had broken three of the walls to make the room bigger for all five of them to live in. That way they had the main area which had been the office, and three rooms with bathrooms. They all had their own bed, but Miles would sometimes make one or more of them get in his bed with him.
As soon as the door was closed behind Isabella, she broke down and fell to the ground, covering her face.
Dalia kneeled in front of her and pulled her hand away from her face. "Hey, it's okay."
"It doesn't get any easier..."
"I know. But we did it for Fernanda."
Isabella nodded, her tears stopping. "I know."
"Go get cleaned up."
Dalia watched as Isabella walked into the bathroom and locked herself in it. She moved toward the cabinets next to her and Isabella's beds and pulled out some towels for the two of them. She then walked to the other bathroom and opened the hot water. Thankful that Miles had a spy in the city hall. This way they were able to have water and electricity still running in the building.
She scrubbed her skin as hard as she could handle, trying to get rid of his smell. When she got out, she found Fernanda sitting on her bed, looking at her hands.
"Congrats," she said dryly. She was happy for her friend but resentful at the same time. They were supposed to protect each other, but maybe there was some jealousy involved in her feelings as well. Now that Fernanda had her mate, she could walk out of the inner circle.
"Thank you," she replied.
"How stupid are you, Fer?"
"Excuse me?" she looked at Dalia, who was drying her hair with the towel.
"Why would you start to make out with your mate in front of Miles?"
"He said I was free to go to my mate..." she argued.
"Yes! But you are still his. Your mate needs to prove himself loyal to Miles before he can take you away!" Dalia screamed at her.
Isabella ran out of the bathroom, her ginger hair braided and wearing just a towel. "What is going on?" she asked, but when she saw Fernanda, she walked up to her and slapped her cheek. "Idiot."
Fernanda held her hand to her cheek, surprised that her friends were attacking her.
"Why are you so upset I found my mate?" she asked the two of them.
Fury ran through Dalia's veins, realizing the golden-haired woman was clueless. Yes, she was the youngest and newest of the inner circle, but she knew the rules.
"Even if you find your mate, you are his before your mate's. To leave the inner circle you must have his permission before anything happens with your mate. And the only way he'd let you go is if your mate pledges loyalty to him."
"But he said to go with him!"
"He was not being serious! He was toying with you and your mate." Isabella explained.
Fernanda started to look worried as she realized what she had done. "So, he saw us?"
"I mean, I think the whole pack saw you guys making out back there," Dalia responded sarcastically.
Their conversation was interrupted when they heard a knock on the door. Fernanda rushed to open the door and the man they had seen her with entered the room. His green eyes looked at a naked Dalia and immediately turned the other way.
"Sorry."
Fernanda gave Dalia an angry look, to which she responded with a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes.
"It's fine. Why are you here?" she asked him, grabbing the blanket on Fernanda's bed to cover herself.
"Came to talk to Miles... about us," he pointed between him and Fernanda.
"He's not here. And I'd recommend for you to stay away from Fer for a while. He will not be too happy tomorrow morning."
"Fernanda told me I need his permission before we can mate. I want to take my mate with me."
Dalia let out an exasperated sigh. Males and their possessiveness.
"She's your mate, I know. But she belongs here."
"She's mine," he growled at her. Fernanda placed a hand on his shoulder making him look in her direction.
"I am yours," she calmed him down. "You can take me only after you swear to be loyal to him."
"Rogues are not loyal to anyone but themselves," he said.
"Baby, you have to. He won't let me go peacefully if you don't."
"I've joined the group, isn't that enough?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
Some unspoken conversation happened between the couple. Fernanda started to tear up and her mate's eyes soften up at the sight. He approached her and engulfed her in a bear hug, kissing the crown of her head. "Okay, I'll talk to him in the morning."
"No," Isabella interrupted them. "Tomorrow won't work. Give it a week."
"No," he growled at them, his eyes going from one woman to the other.
"Listen to them, Sam," Fernanda pulled herself away just enough to look at her mate. "They know better... I'll explain it all soon enough."
Dalia and Isabella moved to the end of the room to give them some privacy, but they gave Fer a warning look. Sam and Fer moved to the other corner and talked in soft voices. At some point he growled in annoyance or anger, Dalia couldn't tell, but after about two hours he left the room, clearly upset. Before he closed the door though, he turned around and gave a long romantic kiss to Fernanda. She held on to his clothes and said goodbye with tears in her eyes.
She closed the door after he was out of sight, resting her head on it.
"What did he say?"
"I lied. I couldn't tell him what may happen... the mate bond hasn't been fully developed so we do not feel each other yet."
"I'm so..."
"Don't," she interrupted Isabella. "It's better he doesn't feel what Miles might make me do."
---
The next morning Dalia woke up to a clapping sound, moaning, and heavy breathing coming from her left side. She opened her eyes and saw Miles and Fernanda on her bed.
She was facing the wall on all fours. He had one knee on the bed and the other leg was bent to support his movements.
Fernanda was crying, but her moaning encouraged him more. He knew she was hurting emotionally, probably physically too, but the sadist son of a bitch did not care.
"You. Are. Mine." He hit her butt cheek when she did not reply. "Say it."
He did it again, thrusting into her harder.
"I am yours!" she finally screamed, waking the other girls as well.
Luisa, who had been away last night was in Mile's bed. He clearly had had sex with her after he got back last night. Dalia, Luisa, and Isabella all shared the same look. They wanted to help their friend, but they might just make things worse for her, so they stayed put.
Miles looked over the room, realizing Fernanda had woken them up and grinned. "Well?" he asked. "What are you waiting for? Join us."
The three women got up and immediately started to call for his attention, trying to make it seem as natural as possible. Luisa got under Fernanda and started to stimulate his testicles while Miles pushed Fernanda's face down to Luisa's sex. She licked Luisa's pussy, inserting a finger inside her vagina and moving her tongue around Luisa's clit.
Isabella was kissing Miles, moving her hands down his abdomen, scratching his skin. Pleased, Miles closed his eyes and grabbed Dalia's hand, directing it towards his back door.
Now all his toys were doing what they were meant to do.
Wanting to make him hurt, she looked for the strap-on, a sadistic smile on her face. She tied it on around her hips and used lube to lubricate the dildo. Miles stopped thrusting into Fernanda, so she started to move her hips back and forth. Dalia held on to his hips and inserted the dildo deep inside his ass. He let Dalia fuck him from behind while Fernanda fucked his dick.
Soon, he pushed Fernanda and she fell on top of Luisa who was still sucking at his testicles. "Off the bed," he told her, and she did. Miles then took one of Isabella's braids and made her take Fernanda's place also pushing her head down to lick Luisa's pussy.
Fernanda moved to Dalia's bed and stayed there, watching as Dalia fucked the man. She tried to make it hurt, but Miles enjoyed the pain she was giving him.
He made the three women change positions. "Let me fuck that ass now," he told Dalia.
Dalia took the strap-on off and handed it to Luisa who took Dalia's place.
"Fer," Miles called her with a sweeter voice than normal. "Come here and eat Isabella's pussy. I want you both to fuck each other in front of me."
Used to having sex with each other for his entertainment, Fer and Isabella started to kiss each another, touching their breasts, and playing with one another.
Miles entered Dalia's pussy, and although she hated the man, she enjoyed when they fucked. His cock stretched her walls, and as she was sore from last night, she felt pain but pleasure at the same time.
He grabbed the lube and tilted the bottle to drop some of its content on Dalia's back entrance. He smeared the lube and prepared her butthole for his large dick. She relaxed as much as she could, now that they had more privacy, it made it easier for her to go to a happy place. One where she fully enjoyed this activity.
He pulled out of her to then enter her asshole in a rapid motion. She growled in pain, and Miles was considerate enough to let her get used to him. This was not her first time doing anal, but it had been a while for her. Once she had adapted to his fat cock in her, she started to move back and forth, enjoying the sensations.
She looked over at Isabella and Fer, the two women were now rubbing their clits against each other. Fernanda had her eyes closed, her mouth was slightly open while moans escaped her lips. She was no longer crying, but the trail of her tears was visible in the bright light of the morning. Dalia knew this was difficult for her, having sex with others while her mate was somewhere out there.
"Luisa, love," Miles interrupted her thoughts after a few minutes. "Use that strap-on on Dalia. I wanna see her pussy stretch with two dicks inside of her."
They moved so Luisa was facing up on the bed. Dalia got on top of her, facing the same direction and slowly pushed herself down on the dildo Luisa had on. She then laid on top of her and spread her legs open for Miles to see.
He pulled her legs up and forced his dick inside her vagina, stretching her so much she let out a loud moan. She might hate the man, but she enjoyed the sex when it was like this. The one thing that made her able to get through this was that her friends were in it with her.
He started to pump inside of her roughly, Dalia rubbed on her little bundle of nerves to stimulate herself. She watched as Miles moved in and out of her, feeling Luisa do the same thing under her. She closed her eyes and imagined the man in front of her had no face, she wanted this, she enjoyed it.
Dalia felt an orgasm coming and kept rubbing her clit while her eyes stayed closed. She felt a hand around her neck, choking her. She then opened her eyes and saw Miles' hungry expression.
"I'm going to cum in your fucking cunt," he told her.
She did not want him to cum inside of her, but Miles always got what he wanted. "Please, baby, cum in my pussy," she said instead, trying to sound convincing, but she could barely speak. Miles soften his grip to let her breathe for a few seconds but then tightened it harder than before.
She squeezed her walls, trying to push him out, but it seem like he just enjoyed it more. She had her eyes open but could not see, Miles's grip on her neck was too tight. He forced all of his length inside of her, filling her to the brim and exploded inside of her. Dalia felt the warm liquid fill her up at the same time his grip on her was taken off. She took deep desperate breaths, her vision coming back slowly.
He pulled out of her but made her stay in the same position until he saw his semen dripping out of her vagina. Dalia waited for him to let her go.
"This pussy is mine, Dalia. Say it."
With the most flirtatious voice she could muster, she said, "This is all yours, my love."
Pleased, he smacked her hip lightly, making her move. When she got up, she walked toward the bathroom with the intention to clean herself but Miles stopped her.
"I'm not done yet. Each of you will be filled with my cum today and will sit with it inside until I say so."
They look at each other while Miles collected himself. Like all werewolves, his sex drive was high, but as a strong male, he could go for many rounds with just small breaks between each session.
"Keep fucking each other without me for now," he ordered them.
---
The next day all five of them were exhausted. Miles had made the girls go on and on, stimulating each other's clits, fucking each other, and fucking his dick while he laid comfortably on the bed.
He had left sometime in the late morning, telling them that they could now wash up. His obsession with them having his smell was just very caveman like.
The day after that, Dalia was walking near the border of the camp. Miles would let them go anywhere as long as they stayed inside the camp which, to be honest, was not enough space for them to run free.
Dalia heard someone approaching her. And turned to meet one of Miles close men.
"He wants you in the meeting room."
"Just me?" She replied.
"All of you. The circle members. "
She left the man behind, noticing he sniffed her as she passed by but she ignored his muttered comments. Her smell was still combined with that of Miles's, unfortunately. When men came inside women, a strong smell emanated from the woman. He had marked all four of them in all forms by inserting his seed.
Thankfully, they could not get pregnant unless there was a mate mark.
She made her way to the office and found everyone already seated and waiting for her. She sat next to Miles, in front of Isabella.
"I'll have a large group of rogues come in. They are the newest members to the pack," he informed them. "Treat them nicely."
Everyone there knew what he meant. If they ask for something, you give it to them. Food, clothes, sex, alcohol, and even drugs.
Somehow, Miles was able to provide for such luxurious items. Only a few knew how he managed it.
Dalia heard a few people congregating outside the office. She felt nervous for some reason. She had been in similar meetings before and this one was no different. She tried to take deep breaths when something caught her attention.
Pine and an earthy smell. She felt attracted to it.
The doors opened and in walked a group of three women and ten men. Dalia found the owner of such a wonderful smell.
She smiled. Her mate was here.
Her mine started working at a hundred miles per hour. Finally she could leave the inner circle!
She looked over at a tall man with caramel eyes, a long nose, and brown curly hair. She smiled at him but he looked at her with a frown. Dalia stood up, Miles followed her movements as she approached the man. The closer she got, the more the man looked upset.
"Stay right there," he told her. She did as she was told. "Your smell," he wrinkled his nose. "Like you let another man fuck you."
Miles's laughter vibrated around the room. "Oh, fuck!" He let out a cough. "My favorite doll has found her mate. What a joyous moment."
"No..." the man got closer to her and sniffed hair and neck. "You're just a whore," He whispered in her ear takinga step back.
His words hurt her more than anything. They just met, is not like it was abnormal to have relationships before meeting your mate, right?
"I... I'm not..." Her mate called her a whore, what could she say to that? "It's not like that..." She tried to explain but the man ignored her and pushed her to the side with the back of his hand. He sat down and the others followed after him.
She wanted to talk to her mate, tell him she was not a whore. Tell him she didn't sleep with just anyone, and the only reason she slept with another man was that she needed to survive. Miles never took a no for an answer.
Never.
Knowing that Miles was watching her, she sat back down next to him. The meeting started, Miles offered his thanks, then told them they could take one of the members of the circle if they pleased. Dalia was barely paying attention but noticed her mate growl when Miles ran a hand over her shoulder.
"This right here is Dalia," he said and then pointed at Luisa. "Luisa, Isabella, and that is Fernanda. They are mine, but you may have one once in a while if you earn it."
"That's my mate you have right there."
Dalia felt happy that her mate was defending her, but her happiness was cut short by a dull knife.
"She's mine. If you want her then come to talk to me later today."
The meeting ended after Miles reminded the group of the rules. He handed each individual, except for those in the circle, a piece of meat. Dalia wanted to tell her mate to not eat it, but she knew Miles would make her pay heavily if she did.
She saw her mate take the piece of dry meat and sniff it. Unable to say what it was, he put it down.
"Remember, you cannot join our pack if you don't eat it first."
"What is it?" a woman with raven hair asked.
"Meat." Was the short reply Miles gave her.
He threatened them with a simple look, and all of those who had hesitated to eat the meat pushed it inside their mouths and chewed it down. Dalia closed her eyes wanting to cry, watching her mate eat the piece of meat.
Rogues wanted to belong. That was basic werewolf's nature and Miles took advantage of it.
They all left, and some new members took with them one or two circle members. Dalia's mate stayed seated which gave her hope, maybe he'd stay and ask Miles to give her to him. But her heart broke into a million pieces when he stood up and pulled two women with him, closing the door after them.
Miles laughter entered her ears.
She felt numb.
"You guys can go. I need to take care of some things," he told the four women.
Dalia felt herself move and followed the scent of her mate. She passed the campfire from two days ago, the rock where she had had sex with Miles, and a few threes. She ended up in a clearing, with her mate and the two women in the middle of it. They shared his dick, sucking it at the same time.
She wanted to interrupt and pull them off of him, but when he saw her, her mate growled with a warning. Dalia knew he was doing this as payback.
"Get up," he told the tall girl. "Turn around," The tall girl did as he told her, and he pushed his dick inside of her. The woman screamed in pain as he pushed in and out of her while he kept his eyes on Dalia. "Is this what he did to you?" he asked her and released his seed inside of the girl.
He pulled out of her and told the two women to leave. They ran past Dalia, but before the tall woman left, her mate pushed her against Dalia. She smelled the woman, a nasty moldy smell emanated from her.
"Smell that?" He asked her. "That is how you smell."
Dalia had smelled other women after they had sex with Miles, they never smelled this horrible. She understood then that the only reason that woman smelled like that was that the man who had fucked her was her mate.
Pushing those thoughts away, she tried to get closer to her mate but he took a step back.
"You can take me away from him. I promise I am not what you think I am," She tried.
"You are supposed to be mine, but yet you let him touch you in front of me?" he sounded hurt.
"I have to. I... I..." she tried to explain, but his anger made it impossible for her to think clearly. "It's how I survive here. You can take me away though. You just need to pledge allegiance to him."
"You mean loyalty? To him?" he pointed towards the camp. "I've made it inside the camp because I also had to survive. But I will never swear loyalty to a man like that."
"Don't you want me? That is how we both survive. That is how you can take me with you."
He looked down at the ground, his pants were still open, and his penis was still semi-hard. She walked up to him and took it in her hand. This is how she convinced men, the only way she knew how to live in this den of wolves.
But this made him angry.
He pulled her away and she fell back on a pile of small rocks.
"As I said before, you are just a whore who uses her body to get what she wants. Go fuck others, I will not live with a filthy creature like you," She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "What's your name?" He pulled his penis back inside his pants and spit on the ground next to Dalia.
"Dalia."
"Your full name."
She didn't want to tell him, he would reject her.
"Tell me your full name," he repeated.
She remained silent, refusing to let him go. She had to think, maybe she could convince him to give her a chance because only he could help her get the key to her freedom.
"She's Dalia Sandoval," she heard Miles talk from behind her. "Are you rejecting her because you refuse to be loyal to me?" he asked as he entered the clearing.
Her mate looked at Miles, anger in his eyes. Dalia watched the exchanged looks between the two men. "I'm loyal to myself, but I will serve this pack and that who leads it, sir."
"But why will you reject her?" Miles pointed at Dalia. "I can guarantee you, she's good in bed."
"I have my reasons."
Miles shrugged his shoulders and kept walking, stopping before he entered the treeline on the other side of the clearing. "Dalia, dear? Once you are done here, get ready for later tonight. I want you alone in my bed," he kept walking and his figure got lost inside the forest.
Her mate watched as Miles left them alone. His eyes connected with Dalia's figure, crying on the floor.
"I, Rober Miller, reject you, Dalia Sandoval as my mate."
Dalia felt her lungs emptying all the air she had. Her heart beated faster and a radiating pain ran through her back all the way up to her head. She shook her head, trying to take it all back, begging him to take the rejection back.
But he simply stood there, watching her world crumble apart.
"I refuse to take something like you as my mate. Accept the rejection."
He walked closer to her and grabbed her by her shoulders. He shook her lightly, trying to get her to stop mumbling incohorences.
"It's better this way, Dalia."
She shook her head, pulling away from him. Was he really this cruel? Did he really not care for her?
"Are you really going to leave me with him?"
"I will not be loyal to him," he whispered in her ear. "I'd rather lose my mate than my free will."
With tears in her eyes and a heavy heart, Dalia finally spoke.
"You will have no such thing. Here, free will does not exists," she told him. "I, Dalia Sandoval, accept your rejection."
They both felt the connection break, a volt ran through them, making them jump back.
Robert left her alone, but before he was completely out of earshot he whispered.
"I know you will suffer for this. But I will not be in a cage for the rest of my life like you... So I can offer you just one favor. I will do you just one favor."
She was left alone in the clearing. She cried for all that could've been and now was impossible. She cried for her pitiful excuse of a life. She cried for her only friend, being tortured somewhere inside the pack they attacked.
She cried for what came ahead.
A life with Miles.