Sean heard the whispers before he could walk into the library and it was just an odd curiosity that had him stopping by the door to listen.Odd curiosity.Because normally he doesn't care. This wouldn't be the first time he's heard some of the staff whispering about him. Hell, eight times out of ten he was the hottest topic in the mansion and he never really cared.Until now.Because he knew what they were talking about even before he made out the first words.“It must be very humiliating,” one of the ladies hurled together said, not bothering to keep her voice down, “to sit by and lose your birth right to your younger. I cannot even imagine.”“Humiliated? Huh! His existence is already a big humiliation. I'm sure he was expecting it because he can't be delusional enough to think that he would be the next Alpha with his curse.”That shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but Sean just ignored that sharp pain and crossed his arm still listening.“I wonder how he still manages to wake u
“Sean, this pacing isn't going to help you in any way.” Aaron's impatient voice cut through Sean's mind interrupting his frantic pacing.Sean groaned, “it's not like you are willing to help in any way.” He hoped that Aaron could sense his anger in his thoughts but the bastard was his bonded wolf, so sure he could very sense what he was feeling at the moment.“I know nothing about the legend, boy.”“We are bonded, you know?” Sean dragged himself to the bed and sat down, covering his face with his palms, “I can very well sense that you are lying.”Aaron sighed.“Tell me what you know Aaron.”“Uh oh. First, you will have to tell me how you managed to stumble upon this, how you got into this.”“You are in my head. Surely you can fish out any information you want.”“You know it doesn't work like that dick face. Besides you locked me in a cage for ten months so -”Sean sighed and closed his eyes tightly as he took his mind to the day it all started.The day he just closed his eyes for a qui
Sean couldn't breathe, and it had nothing to do with the cold wind blasting him, but the way his heart was pounding, the way his head was filled with thousands - hell, millions of thoughts, words, screams.Screams from everyone.From his mother - condemning him.From his brother, bullying him.From the servants disrespecting him.He fisted his hair tightfully but couldn't get himself to focus on the pain - because the turmoil in his mind was too much, too much for him to drown out or shove down./Cursed child! I regret the day I conceived you.//How does it feel, knowing that you will always be nothing compared to me - compared to anyone here?//You are nothing but a piece of trash, totally unworthy to be called my son, so consider it a blessing that I'm letting you stay here.//He's a taboo. Goddess forbids that I ever be in contact with him. He's a bad luck, don't you know?/Over and over again, the words kept echoing in the enclosed walls of his mind, driving him insane.Then there
Isabella’s back was aching. Not just her back but every bone in her body like she had spent the whole night working instead of sleeping.Perhaps it was the state of the bed and room that she had slept on.With a groan, she gave the small bed another glance - a very long one - as if somehow she wanted to turn the bed into something a bit more comfortable or maybe burn it.But she couldn't do either.She scoffed. Some magical chosen one she is.The door opened and Isaiah walked in with a frown.“Have you ever heard about knocking? What if I was indecent?”The man swept his gaze over her with a broad expression and rolled his eyes, “I am sure there is nothing special to see. Come on, your training starts today.”“I am not going anywhere with you not until I shower and have something to eat.” she said, rubbing her stomach while shooting him a pointed glare.The man gave the most uninterested look she had ever seen - “We leave now.” was his curt response as he turned and marched away witho
Dark Soldiers?Well that's new. Another twist to the whole crazy fairytale surely.The woman continued, "The dark soldiers are the most brutal beings in the world - or so we believe. Gathered, trained and raised by the Rogue king - Xavier. The demon himself."Xavier - a rogue king?She had never heard about him, had never heard about these dark soldiers.But she said nothing as Mandy continued, "One moment we were happy, the next, the whole pack was under attack. Our men - brutally killed, women raped, children drowned in the city well and..." The woman shuddered visibly and a tear ran down her cheeks, "My two daughters...goddess bless their spirits - were raped, then burnt alive in my presence and that would have been my fate if..."Isabella's heart was beating wildly..not just from the story but the look on the woman's face, the pain there..the raw pain and she could only imagine what it must have been like."That would have been my fate if the lady didn't arrive then. Although it w
"You have to calm down Sean. You aren't going to help anyone in this state - especially not yourself."Sean growled low in his throat, "if you do not shut up I'm gonna lock you out again.""No you will not," Aaron said with a bored tone, "so stop with the whole pouncing around, sit down and perhaps try to clear your head and think.""What's there to think about? She's gone! Didn't you hear it? She's fucking gone!""She was kidnapped...not gone. And you know how much your parents love Isabella. Surely they are already trying everything to find her and bring her back. So just relax...""Relax?" Sean roared, "relax? She's our fucking mate! You can't tell me to relax when she's in danger. She's our mate! Aren't you concerned?""Aah, ah! Not our mate. Ex - mate. She was our mate...was being the operative word since you were foolish enough to let her go."Aaron's words were like a splash of cold water over Sean's mind and he froze, then released a long breath.He had let her go.She had as
“Is there an actual point to this?” Isabella asked for the fifth time as she hauled the full bucket of water and emptied it in the well before proceeding to draw out water from the same well to fill up the bucket. “What?” Isaiah asked with a shrug. She glanced at him and her blood boiled at the sight of him leaning against a tree casually munching on an apple. Her stomach growled and she looked away angrily. “I've been filling and emptying this bucket for hours now and it's tiring. What is the point and how is this supposed to help me?” “First, it's just been twenty minutes. Don't be such a dramatic princess - second, no, there's no point to it and it doesn't help you in any way.” She gasped and threw the bucket at him but he dodged it and glared at her. “What the hell then do you aim to achieve by watching me do this?” “Satisfaction,” Isaiah muttered with a shrug. Isabella couldn't believe her ears. Satisfaction? Satisfaction!!! “Are you kidding me? You all were the one who
Isabella Morgana Voon. Isabella Morgana Vonn. That was her name. She was the first born child of the late Alpha of Nightingale, next in line to be Alpha of the Nightingale pack. She was a werewolf - although it was weird that she had not gotten her wolf yet even after her birthday but that's something she would worry about later. She would definitely worry about that later, among other things. But now, she had other pressing things in her mind, bothering her, haunting her thoughts. One of them being the pairs of wide eyes staring at her, the faces peering at her as if she had grown a second hair - or a horn. “I can't believe it.” Cara murmured and shook her head, standing straight, “You look so …” For the millionth time since she woke up from her slumber, Isabella wished the earth could just open up and swallow her whole. She had no idea what happened in the bush. One moment she was mourning the lost children, the lost souls, another moment, her body, mind and everything beca