ELEANORMy father is dead. No, my 'uncle' is dead. It all happened so fast. I batted an eye and the next thing I knew they laid there, still and lifeless on the ground. Only to discover it was my so-called real father who killed them. Marcus."Why?" I choked out. Why did you have to kill them?Why did you have to shed more blood at my expense? A lot of uncertain questions flooded my brain as I glared at the man who calls himself my father. There is no freaking way I could be related to anyone, like him.Although I could see the resemblance, I never could have imagined... something close to this. The reason why I looked a tad bit different from the rest of my family was because I was not their child in the first place. Instead, I was his. My eyebrows furrowed watching him lift his hand. Pointing it right towards me. He twists it, and suddenly, my body froze. As I go to move, I notice that my body wasn't doing anything I command it to do. I was rooted in place and glued to the same
ELEANOR Just then, I felt something snap within me. Gasping, I part my lips as my eyes widened in shock and a newly-found fear. Fear of who this strange man, standing before me under a red cloak, is capable of doing to me with a snap of his fingers. My head jerked up, my body shaking violently. Suddenly, I was standing in an awkward position. With my head tilted to the left and my hands curled inwards, like I was having some sort of episode that rarely happens to wolves. It was unheard of to see wolves collapse on the ground and vomit blood, or feel just a bit of weakness, even for an omega. Werewolves always had a unique trait which separated us from human beings. It was our gift, to heal quickly and never get sick. However, I started to doubt that same notion as my body convulsed, making my eyes flicker and my hands coil into tight fists. Marcus grunted before I fel incredible pain shoot straight through me. For some reason, I was unable to receive air through my nose or mouth, an
ALEXANDERReaching the pack house, I dart to Elijah's room. I kicked the doors open, my servants greeting me with shocked looks on their faces along the way."Get the pack doctor, NOW!" I command, oozing off an aura I knew would get them off their feet in milliseconds. All of them hurried and ran to outside the pack house. I strode to Elijah's room then laid him gently on the bed.Someone knocks on the door, my adrenaline heightening. My heart pounds wildly as I turn towards the door. I pulled the doors wide open to see the pack doctor step right in. Her face drenched in sweat that almost looked like she dashed her way here with lightning speed. Seeing that it was already past twelve, I could see why. She must have been having her lunch when my servants called her urgently. The doctor sauntered over to the bed, looking down at Elijah's pale face with a frown. She knelt down next to Elijah, gently touching his face with the back of his hand. "What happened?" The doctor asked sound
ALEXANDERTEN YEARS AGO..."Al, let's go home." No. I reply, but I didn't seem to speak that out loud as Colton repeated the same question again. I glared fiercely at my father's tomb, coiling my hands into fists all while I felt hot, burning tears stream effortlessly down my face. There was a twinge of pain occuring in my heart as I stared at both my mother's and father's tomb before me on the ground. The hot liquid poured down my jawline as though it would never end, and I punch my fists on the ground, hiding my face from all of them.Colton touched my arm and I let out a thunderous growl, making him step back almost immediately while the rest of the pack watched with eyes wide and alert."Alex, what's going on?" Colton, my father's beta, spoke. He walks slowly to me but doesn't dare to come too close.My vision flickered red, and there I started to feel...restless.Something... Something is calling out to me from deep within, and I can't shake it. I can feel it in my bones, lik
ALEXANDERWalking into the pack doctor's clinic, I pull my brows as deja vu hits me hard. I remember the first time Elijah brought me here over a decade ago. After managing to somewhat pacify me and lead me here to get my first shot, I had Elijah strap me to a chair just to force my body to accept the injection without struggling hard. As it turned out, I have my grandfather's blood. The Lycan blood. But because I was born from a pure werewolf and half-lycan, I didn't have full control over my lycan wolf beast. The Lycan blood is too strong and powerful, and for a part Lycan like me, it's extremely difficult to gain control over something far more stronger. You might be wondering what creature out there could possibly be stronger than an alpha wolf? News flash; Lycans. I always wondered why Dad never told us anything about his side of the family, except the fact that he was a lone wolf. He only told me that the moment he stepped into my mother's territory, the alpha female of Red Si
ALEXANDER My face as that child then lit up and jumped out of the bed in pure glee. "Yes!" I exclaimed, punching the air with my fists and turning to Adrian. Adrian hopped off the bed, put on his shoes before grabbing his varsity jacket that he had hung on his rack. He winked at me and wrapped his arm around my neck when the words coming from my young lips made him freeze in his spot. "Why do you need a jacket? Our wolves will keep us warm from the cold," I blurted. Fuck. Have I always been this stupid? Adrian stared down at me, shooting the young me a cocky smile and said, "I like to do things differently. Besides, I'm the next future alpha, who's to blame if I ever catch a cold?" He raises a brow at me, whilst I gasped and shaped my lips into a small 'o'. "Right." I followed them into the woods. Reaching deeper into the forest, I had a feeling like I've been in this place before. The young me strips off his clothes and shifted into my wolf. I was still the average size. But,
ELEANOR ELEANORI curve my lips into a smile as I watched my half-naked mate walk slowly to the beach. Reaching the shore, Alex sunk his head into the water, creating small bubbles on the water surface above him. Within a minute, he rose above the water. His strong muscles flexed as he lifted his hands, combing his fingers through his dripping wet hair. My eyes trailed towards his perfectly sculpted body, one that is undoubtedly made by goddess herself looking just at how perfect he was.I bit my lip, eyeing him from the distance. Oh God. All of a sudden, My core is dripping wet from watching the show. Groaning, I push all the lewd thoughts all the way to the back of my mind, because the more I keep entertaining them the harder it is for me to restrain myself. I took off my sunglasses, breathing in the warm air, and looking up at the cloudless sky, smiling as the birds fly freely right above us. For once, I felt at peace."Mommy!" A tiny voice reached my ears and I whip my head to
ALEXANDERMy head was pounding so bad by the time I gained back consciousness. I pry my eyes open slightly, whincing at the inexplicable pain shooting through me as I go to move. For the first two seconds I couldn't remember anything that happened last night. Or more like in the past few days. But then it came to me like I had just been hit by a ten wheeler truck. Marcus, him killing my brother and Victor. Him taking everything that was mine. My mate. My Eleanor. I feel a growl rising from my throat as I try to sit up."Ah shit," I utter, groaning when I couldn't do much but lift a finger."You're awake," My eyes grew wide in shock, and I jerk up from the bed when I sense a different presence just near me, only to regret it instantly as another wave of significant pain washes over my body, making me freeze in spot. I muttered a cuss word earning me a slap on my thigh then a word of disapproval."What did I always tell you, Al?" "Grandma?" My eyes darted towards the tall and slender