Ravenous

Book 2 of The Unhinged Love Trilogy

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Ravenous is an Enemies to Lovers Forced Captivity Dark Romance.

Disclaimer: If Insatiable was a bit too much for you, it doesn't get better with Ravenous. As a matter of fact, it gets worse. It gets so much worse.

I know I left you hanging at the end of Insatiable. (I'm sorry. Please don't hate me.) Don't worry. Answers are coming. But first, it's about to get so much darker. You might hate me a little, but I promise I'll leave you satisfied in the end.

All my books end with an HEA or at least an HFN, although I agree that Insatiable is debatable.

Check out these unedited chapters from Ravenous below.

Please check trigger warnings here. I will not compensate for therapy bills.

Ayemeline

This building brings back so many memories—memories I’ve tried so hard to forget over the years. I remember the last time I was here with Ari. It doesn’t look like anyone has been here since. I can still smell the blood in the air like it was yesterday when he had me bent over the table while our victim bled from the chair.

The abandoned building shelters our memories of when we were happy—back when I believed he would do anything to protect me. I was so stupid. But not anymore. In the heart of this old building, a new me is reborn, and she will never be betrayed again. I am just like this place, abandoned yet still standing.

A layer of dusk and rust touches every surface of the place. I start removing the cleaning supplies from the plastic bags. It’s time to make this place habitable.

As I explore the place, the floorboard creaks under my feet with each step. The lack of furniture, besides an old, worn bed in the corner, makes this place look massive and cold. But it doesn’t matter. It will serve the purpose it intends to serve. This will be the last place Ari sees before he meets his end.

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My hands shake as I struggle to sort out everything happening around me. It’s been so long since I’ve been around this many people at once.

A woman comes closer to me and smiles. “Hi. Is there something I can help you with?”

I stare at the woman, unable to formulate the thoughts in my head to produce a coherent response.

“Ma’am? Are you all right?” The woman rests a hand on my shoulder.

I flinch away from her touch. I want to tell her not to touch me, but I can’t. What is happening to me? Is this what eight years of isolation does to a person?

The woman continues to speak but I can’t hear her. A ringing sound buzzes in my ear. I cover my ears with my hands and close my eyes. Get it together, Ayemeline. Get it together.

“…to help you. 911.” I hear the woman say through muffled sounds.

“No,” I say in a strangled voice.

“Ma’am, if you need help, I can get you some help.”

“No,” I say again. The last thing I want is for other people to know I’m here.

Where is here exactly? I don’t remember coming to this place. The last thing I remember is cleaning up the abandoned building. Somehow, I’m now standing on a sidewalk in front of a brick building. The Fox Institute for Music Excellence. The black letters are written on a sign on the front of the building. I remember now. I came here for Ari. This is his building.

“I…I’m fine.” I manage to say. “Just a headache. I’m fine.” I fake a smile.

The woman stares at me critically. “Are you sure? I can…”

“I’m fine,” I snap.

She backs up a few steps. “Ok. I’m sorry to bother you.” She pauses for a few seconds, expecting me to say something else. When I remain silent, she gives me a nod and walks away.

I breathe a sigh of relief. However, it’s short-lived when I see her speaking to a man. They both turn around to look at me. The man raises a brow as he studies me. Time to get out of here. I cross the street. I’ll be back for Ari later when there are fewer eyes around.

Ari

The impenetrable black sky towers over me. It’s quiet tonight. The parking lot is dim, and my truck stands alone in the corner against the trees. I don’t usually come to The Institute so late, but I needed a few papers to help me plan for our next session. I waited until night to come when I was sure no one would see me. I was supposed to be visiting family, after all.

I slide into the driver’s seat. As soon as I’m nestled in my seat, I feel a sharp sting on my neck. The last things I see are the street lights dancing before me. Then everything turns black.

I jolt awake. My heart is pounding, and I’m drenched in sweat. My head aches like I had too many drinks last night. But I wasn’t drinking last night. I don’t think I was drinking last night.

I’m in a haze, and I’m not sure what’s going on. There is a dull pain underlying the numbness in my limbs. I’m enveloped with the stench of mildew and rotting leaves. I’m not home. The air is heavy and damp here. It surrounds me like a moldy, wet towel. I look around, but my eyes are the only things I can move. My vision is blurred. It’s dark. I see the indistinct shadow of a figure in the corner.

With a primal surge of adrenaline, I toss my body off the bed. At least I would have if I could move. My limbs fail to cooperate. What the fuck? Where am I? My thoughts are slurred. I am lying flat on my back on what I can only assume is a bed. I try again to move. Nothing.

My eyelids feel heavy as I try to keep them open. I hear the slow, deliberate shuffle of footsteps getting closer. Warm fingers land on my arm.

“Are you awake, love?” The soft, feminine voice comes closer to my ear. “I missed you so much.”

Forcing my eyes open, I peer up at the once ornate ceiling above me. What the fuck is going on? I try to move my arms again. Nothing. Do I even still have arms? I can’t feel them.

Someone is here watching me. I try to open my mouth to speak, but it’s futile. My mind races as I try to figure out who could have brought me here. Remy? No. He wouldn’t. Who am I kidding? I don’t know what Remy is capable of these days. After what I did to him, I wouldn’t blame him for being angry. I just wish I could speak—scream—something.

“You’re awake.” A soft, female voice startles me from the corner. “You’ve been gone for so long.”

My eyes shift to the side in an attempt to see the figure who is now standing close to my bed. She moves closer to me, and I can finally make out her face. Am I dead?

“I bet you thought you’d never see me again, huh?”

My eyes blink with incredulity. Ayemeline? She’s…here.

“Did you miss me? I missed you.” She leans forward and kisses me on the forehead. Her hand rests on my forearm. “It was so hard being without you.” She speaks in a toneless, quiet voice. “I loved you. I thought you loved me.” She speaks in a toneless, quiet voice.

I did love you. I do love you.

I can see the trembling of her lips as she speaks—the way she bites down on her lips repeatedly between sentences. Her puffy, bloodshot eyes tell me she’s been crying. An overall feeling of heaviness envelopes me. Why was she crying? And why is she doing this to me? This doesn’t make any sense.

“It’s ok, though.” She wipes the stray tears that threaten to fall from her eyes. “I’m going to kill you the way you tried to kill me. Then, I’ll kill myself because I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself afterward.” She chuckles. “I guess I’m not as callous as you.”

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