Celia twisted on the blanket or at least aspired to. The sheets were tangled over her body, the blanket ruffled beneath her, but she was sure that it was none of them that restricted her movements. Xavier’s scent was strong beside her and the weight of his arm was prominent over her waist. It was him, the bastard who had hurt her feelings and her pride yesterday. Opening her eyes, she squinted at his sleeping form. For a bastard, he looked innocent...well maybe not innocent, he looked like the devil he was, a hot monster that she really wanted to eat her up. He had always looked that way, since the very moment they met he had taken her heart in the palm of his hand and had yet to stop squeezing it. She wished that the words he told her last night were true, she wished she could believe them. He said he was trying, to get over Celeste, to be with her, but when was it going to happen? When was he going to show her that he really did try and succeed? Celia sighed, leaning in to rest h
“I hope you won’t rile me up and turn your back on me again...” Xavier shook his head. “I won’t, trust me.” He closed the closet and walked over to sit on the bed. “We’re suppose to go down for breakfast, but I doubt you’d want to go after what happened yesterday. I’ll mind link the omegas not to come up, they will if they don’t see us at breakfast...moreover, the one yesterday was audacious enough to open my door without me telling her to.” “She’s new.” “I know, dad’s trying his best to make me change my mind, I won’t though...I’m conscious of that.” “Well I’m not...” Celia’s eyes were still focused on his chest that was yet to be covered. “Will you not put on a shirt?” “What’s the sense? Am I not going to have to take it off again?” The insinuation of his words had Celia’s clit convulsing. “I guess...” She could feel as her wetness became even more damped, her little fingers gripping the sheets tighter. She wanted to be taken now, ravished; three years, she went without f*ckin
She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. Celia moaned out, her arms reaching for him. “Yours...” And Xavier lost it then, he crept like a predator between her legs, lips lodging in the crook of her neck, licking tentatively at the mark he recently gave her. “You’ve got no choice but to be mine anyway...” his hand ran down her stomach, slipping between her folds. “I’m not going to let you go, not again...so be prepared to be mine forever.” His finger ran along her clit in the most delicate way possible, drawing a broken moan from Celia’s lips. She was in bliss already and he hadn’t done a thing to her yet. His touch was so tender and yet his words sounded so dark, so rough. They for one had Celia’s temperature rising, her poor little legs shaking. What was happening to her? Her mark, her skin, her whole body was so sensitive, everywhere he touch
Celia grabbed Xavier’s hand, the one that had been fingering her. “I’m ready now...” And she really was... He had prepared her so patiently for what was to come. His lips had reigned all over her body, his hand too; he kissed her neck, fumbled her breast and his fingers had dug so deep within her, touching what gave her pleasure like no other, but the heat was still as torturous as it had been. The crave to be f*cked was even higher now, she needed him, inside, deeper. She was so wet around his fingers, she knew he could feel it...she was ready, from the very beginning she had been. “Need more...need you...” her hand loosened around his arm, gliding down his abs to the underwear he wore. It ran along his covered c*ck, then in suddenness, she grabbed the thick, long beast, barely squeezing it. “This...I need this.” Xavier groaned, slipping his two fingers out of her. They were as wet and slippery as her walls. “As you wish...” He pushed her hand away and pulled the underwear down,
Xavier stepped back into the room after a quick shower, fully dressed. Celia was now out of her towel too, wearing a shirt from his closet and one of the shorts he had gotten her. “I thought you didn’t want them.” Celia glared over at him, “F*ck off, Xavier.” “Right, I’ll do that...” He walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to her. “You know I thought conversations with you would’ve been better after we mate, but it’s still the same.” “You thought I’d change my mind after one f*ck? I’m not as stupid as I use to be, I still want to go home.” A lie, she was even stupider than she was before, if anything, she wanted him to hold her down and f*ck the sh*t out of her again. One intimate session with him and apparently she was now tamed...he was right, she was indeed easy. “I’m going down, I don’t usually go outside since my presence is disturbing enough to scare people off, but since you’re here...someone has to show you around, right?” “Yes, show me around, it’ll be easier
“And this is what my men like to call the battlefield, we train here...but I don’t come around here anymore. Nobody wants to fight me anyway.” “Why?” “It’s nothing...” He reached for the fence, looking out at the men who were scattered across the fields. When he came here, it had been just one big and plain field, but him and his men —the ones who were previously rogues— had reconstructed it. They bordered it off and made three different fighting areas; the one at the very top were for those ranked level one, experience wolves, the top-notch ones, the one in the middle was for level two; men/women who were capable enough to be sent out in missions, the last partition was for the wolves born without much skill but is willing to enhance it. They can level up...which made them challenge themselves. Level three was mostly made up of omegas and he had shown his father that even the weak could grow strong through his training methods. It had worked for many and some were at level one now
Celia was the first to attack since Alex was apparently too egotistical to attack first. She had been waiting on him to run up for about thirty seconds, but the damn man only stood and looked at her. F*cking jerk... Celia was angry, she felt as though he was underestimating her, yet she didn’t attack blindly like Jamie had. As she sped towards him, her eyes searched for an opening and thought of ways to protect herself while attacking him. She had to think fast, it was as if she was at war. As soon as she got close enough, she skidded to a stop, watching as his eyes turned from fierce to confused. Using the pressure of her previous speed, she did a 180 turn and kicked him back with her hind legs. His balance wavered, and Celia didn’t give him time to recover, she attacked again; swifter, harder, bringing him down on his back. She pounced on top of him, growling in his face. This would teach him, don’t underestimate people, especially people like her. She looked towards his neck, r
Xavier sighed as he wiped at the already healing wound around Celia’s neck. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, he really should’ve killed Alex, not only his actions were disrespectful, but his words too. ‘His words are just as important as yours...’ How so? If Xavier’s words had been important to him one bit, he’d have stopped the moment he ordered him to. He was the alpha of the pack, not his father and yet everybody respected his father more than him. Why? Had he not shown them how deadly he could be? Were they not afraid of dying? It seems they didn’t fear him enough, they all stood around a friendly match and watched as it became viscous and did absolutely nothing to break it apart. All of them were in on it, his father had stepped way pass his boundaries. If Xavier were to confront him now, he’d start talking crap about protecting his son from danger and Xavier really didn’t want to slam his f*cking head against a wall. He was the dangerous one, so vile that he plotted t
As soon as Xavier walked outside, he saw Zillon. He was leaning against a tree in the yard, arms folded across his chest. "I hope you didn't wait long."Zillon looked towards him, easing off the tree. "I didn't...I got here not too long ago."And then there was silence, an awkward silence as Xavier got closer to him. With a sigh, he pocketed his hands. He wasn't sure if the broken relationship between him and Zillon could ever be mended. They had driven too far from each other...both of them had slipped into different worlds and Xavier wasn't sure if they could make it back to each other.It was sad and unfortunate, but regardless of their relationship, Xavier would always be there to protect him and Zillon would do the same. They were still brothers, despite the arguments, despite the past. They grew up together; in different ways, but they grew up as friends...both coveting a title that neither of them should've ever had to fight for.But it was time to let go of that now. Xavier wa
Another war ended and there was more to go, the humans didn't think they deserved to lose, something bigger was coming and Xavier had to make sure that when it came he was prepared for it. Months have passed, and though they have yet to strike, Xavier knew eventually they would. They have found out how to make their own wolfbane, it was more powerful now and Xavier wasn't sure if his wolf would be enough to deflate the pain.But where there's a will, there's a way. He 'd take them down like he did last time and he wouldn't give them the bloody choice to surrender.His pack had no reason to look down on him now, he had the power they could only dream of, a power not even his father was strong enough to have.And he had a wolf that talked to him as a friend, he had two brothers, and now he was on his way to have his very own family. Taking the bowl filled with porridge from his mother, he walked over to Celia who pouted around the dining table. "Does it take so long to boil porridge?"
Celia watched as the war diminished into nothing before her eyes, she didn't even have to lift a foot. Xavier did it, he really did, the humans were now helpless on a land full of wolves.From the start, the humans were way more in numbers, but now, wolves were coming from the north, from the south, from the west and from the east.This was definitely the reinforcements she told Xavier to call for...he did it! She knew he could...Slowly her eyes wandered around the field, looking for him, but the only thing she found that belonged to him was a scent that kept weakening. He wasn't here, his scent was too distant to be here...but why?Was he hurt? Was something wrong?Padding forward, she walked pass wolves that took down men with eyes as black as night. She wasn't sure if her eyes were black too, but she didn't think they were, she was not under Xavier's compulsion...she knew since she wasn't being forced to fight.Xavier must've not wanted to do that to her...how nice. Following his
Blood...so much of it and the earth kept gobbling it up as though it was thirsty...Bodies too laid lifeless on its ground like abandoned seeds with no hope of growing.Xavier killed the most, he was ripping them apart...tearing through them as though they were thin cloths...biting through them as though they were the tastiest cooked meat that ever graced his tongue.He didn't care who, he just brought them to their knees on his way to the one who started this war to begin with...Sasha. She was his very aim, his drive...she wanted revenge, well he wanted revenge too. Since becoming king he had been looked down on so many times, his hands were soaked in blood that he could never wash clean from and the disrespect never decreased, instead it increased until this was what it lead to.He was king and they were treating him as though he was not...he'd show them, he already had. They were under his control after all...one command and they had no option but to carry them out... these insolen
'Continue! Do it! They're distracted now, try again. I-I...I believe that you can do it! You hold control over all packs here, right? Call for reinforcement... Zillon's pack would be happy to help.''It's too far me to reach, Celia and you know it.'Celia hissed down at him. 'Look up, Xavier...we are losing...we must seem so vulnerable in their eyes...so many of us are down already. Do you hear that you f*cking idiot...? The gunshots are so loud, one shot is bringing our men down. There are so many of them and all of them are holding a gun. You better do something, you said you had a plan and you better use it."A breath that came out as a sigh breached the air from Xavier's lips, his eyes floating towards the crisis that laid on his land. Celia was right, his men were dying, if not by gunshot wounds, then they were being taken down the opposing wolves.It was bad, he knew it'd be...but this was far worst than he had anticipated. They were losing drastically, he kept hearing the guns
The men stayed still and as stiff as the trees that reigned around them until before them stood an entire army of people...wolves lined out in front and behind the furry beasts stood humans, real humans.As if on impulse, all the men behind Xavier crouched down, they too transforming into the skin of their beasts. They didn't attack, but they were fully prepared to. Xavier stepped forward and despite the warning he gave before, Celia followed him. "I'm giving you guys a chance to revoke this protest, theirs no need for bloodshed, I'm already king, I've been king for years and no matter how hard you try, you will never get rid of me." He stopped in the very middle of the two parties, his hand in his pockets. "And the humans, I'd suggest you stick to your world just as we tried to stick to ours. Go back now, this isn't something to concern yourselves with.""We'll see about that!" From the back, a girl walked forward, holding a sign in her hand. "Where I'm from protesting is done diffe
Xavier shoved Zillon's hand off of his shoulder and started walking towards the exit. "I don't want to hear it, I've already made up my mind."Celia followed him. "You can't, if nobody else can come, I'm coming. I don't care about what you have to say.""Do you want me to finally tie you to the tree at the front of the forest like I always promised? You're not coming Celia, it's too dangerous... especially for you. You're going to be their target.""It's true, Celia...you can't go."Celia fanned Celeste off. "I'm going regardless of what anybody has to say. Xavier doesn't control me, he can't stop me from doing what I want!"She walked in front of him, blocking his path. "Take what of the pack is here, use them, you're their alpha...they should be happy to die for you."Xavier stopped in front of her, his expression nonchalant. "And will I be happy about them dying for me? Stop, I already made up my mind.""No...!" Tears bled from Celia's eyes. "This is suicide! You can't just go out
"I had no choice, Sasha was all I had left, she was the only rememberance I had of my Natasha. She's her daughter you see, they look so much alike despite the 19 years difference. I couldn't have murdered her when she raided my pack, and so my weak heart gave her the go to do whatever she wanted and now I regret it." He looked away, wiping his eyes. "Sasha started this and she won't stop until it's finished.""Well human or not, Sasha won't live long enough to finish whatever this is to her. Her revenge party is getting too loud, someone ought to turn it down." Xavier gestured towards the alpha. "Lock him back up Gabriel...ohh and wait, is there no cure at all for wolfbane? You're a wolf too, I'm sure you must've thought it'd be dangerous for you too.""I've been trying to come up with one, but I haven't found the right ingredients yet...it's frustrating really, a cure could've ended this.""So there's nothing at all that can slow it down? I've noticed that it spreads as fast as light
He rammed the knife forward and Xavier's heart froze in his chest. "Don—!"The sound of a knife puncturing skin was heard, but instead of the alpha who laid on the floor, a knife was stuck in the perpetrator's head. Blood ran from the wound and slowly, the veins in his head rose and instead of red, blue ran through them...wolfbane.As soon as he fell to the floor, Xavier...well not just Xavier but everybody in front turned to Celeste who stood speechless at the back. Her lips were quivering and Xavier could've sworn on his life that he heard her heartbeat. "Where did you get the knife?""I-I...I picked it up on my way in...from the guards.""Then...nice throw.""Y-You thought me, remember?""Yea—""Not much time for a memory trip, who's got four more knives?"Everybody turned to Liam, then to the four men in front of them. They rushed forward, launching a filmsy attack that Gabriel, Liam, Fredd and Xavier countered. Pretty soon all four was on the floor, unable to breathe.Xavier step