Several weeks passed by after getting assured by Giovanni to investigate the so-called Ned, and yet the asshole seemed to grow more bold, everyday. Several days I watched how Ned came to the training ground to force Oliveria out of training, without taking permission from me.. It irked me, yet I kept waiting for Giovanni to take legal actions. My suspicion kept growing whenever Oliveira returned the next day. She always returned with several bruises on her body, and yet wouldn't voice out. Keeping the most sweet smile plastered on her face while masking the terror she was facing. Did I ever complain how she has gotten an exact training gear, but has a long sleeve that seemed to cover her entire body and the bruises, slightly discomforting her? No, I didn't. I didn't want to intrude in her privacy. At least, not yet. Letting out a weak sigh, I dragged my eyes back to the ongoing training session. "And one... two... We are done!" I yelled on top of my voice, watching every tra
Chapter 18 "You good?" Iris asked, nudging me back to reality. I nodded my head, slumping back on the chair and sighing. I would feel my ass hurting. I gazed up at the screen, which seemed to stretch from one end of the auditorium to the other. It was so large that it seemed to fill my entire field of vision, but my eyes were blank and uninterested. The only sounds in the room were the faint rustling of the guards eating their snacks and the soft whir of the projector. The silence was so thick that it felt almost suffocating, but my mind was numb and empty. But then I looked over at Iris. Her face was alight with joy and anticipation, her eyes fixed on the screen as she watched the movie. My eyes moved back to the empty seats scattered across the auditorium. Giovanni had made sure he bought the entire place, insisting it was for security purposes. He was crazy! How could he spend so much money? My chest was beginning to hurt just by the mere thought of how much he must hav
I think we should set the patrols on the east first before going to the south, because from the lookout we've made, Alpha, we got to know the rogues mostly come from that area..." With my hands plastered on my jaw, I listened to Leon as he spoke, making circles on the large map that held the entire sketch of my pack and its border. "If I'm to add, l'd say place about 17 men on patrol each day and have them report every single detail. Is that okay with you, Alpha?" Nate asked, and I gave a curt nod. "Continue." I said to Leon, who nodded at me before he continued. He continued to explain, and my thoughts kept drifting back to when Penelope had almost been killed by these rogues. I wanted to know how they sleathly made their way into the forest without any notice. Then men quietened down as I sat up on my chair, my hands still set on my jaw. My fingers began to drum on the large table, a deep frown marred my face. "I need to get something here..." My drumming stopped. "How did t
My vision blurs as I run toward the training ground only for my steps to falter, on seeing the unconscious guards placed on Penelope, laying on the ground.My anger rises like a fiery inferno within me. My fists clenched tightly, my fingernails digging into my palms.Every breath feels labored along with my heavy strides.The training Hall's door was ajar, the sounds of a female screaming filled my ears.My blood chilled.The world around me seemed to dim immediately. I ran into the scene of Penelope under another man, who was trying to choke her to death, and his other hand trying to rip open her dress.My face contorts into a snarl, my eyes ablaze with a dangerous intensity.Every muscle in my body goes taut with tension, and I pounced.A primal howl escaped my lips, my hands transformed into massive, powerful paws as they wrapped around his neck, my feral strength lifting him effortlessly into the air."You touched what is mine..." I said in adangerously low tone.Ned's expressio
So dirty!Shameful!Disgusting!I hated myself, my body! Hated this vulnerability.I felt like drowning!Disappearing even!The water cascaded over my body as I stood trembling beneath the steady stream.The memory of Ned's hands on me, his smell, his touch, the fear and helplessness I had felt, lingered in the air around me like a suffocating fog.I continued to scrub frantically at my skin, desperate to rid myself of the stains, real and imagined, that seemed to seep into every pore of my skin. The soap and sponge in my hands were a feeble defense against the overwhelming sense of violation that consumed me.It wasn't even enough. My tears kept flowing as well as the water... couldn't even breathe properly.I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of the hot water as it beat against my skin, almost as if it could wash away the shame and fear that clung to me like a second skin.But no matter how hard I scrubbed, the feeling of filth and worthlessness seemed to seep deeper, sta
I paled away before my blood slowly began to boil. Ned had escaped from prison, and was now on the loose. How was that even possible? I could feel my anger rising, my hands clenched into fists. I wanted to find that stinky disgusting man, myself, to make sure he was brought to justice. My mind raced with different thoughts of what I would do if I found him, while Giovanni watched me. "Wait a second" I scowled. "Am I being played a prank? How can Ned escape the prison when he was surrounded by a troop of soldiers? And then he just vanishes in thin air, just like that?" | was perplexed. Giovanni squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples before leaning on the wall. "He got several pack warriors killed, I have no idea how he did that but no one found a trace of him. It was as though he vanished in thin air, and no one seemed to notice, not even the border guards nor the dungeon guards." I gave him a look which seemed to say 'whatever he was saying sounded ridiculous to me' My
The door creaked open and then shut. I made my way to the bar in my home, which was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the bottles of alcohol lining the shelves. I specifically designed this bar, a few days after becoming an Alpha. Gleaming bottles of expensive liquor were arranged on a rack behind the counter, their labels all carefully facing outward. The countertop was made of polished marble. I took a deep breath, the scent of fine spirits filling my senses. I approached the counter, running my hand over the polished marble. I took a seat and let my eyes wander over the bottles of liquor, their names familiar and exotic. The bar was a sanctuary, a place where I could escape from the pressures of the outside world. A place where I could let my defenses lowered, my walls crumbling. A place where I could let my emotions out, without fear of judgment. I was free to be myself, to cry if I needed to, to be vulnerable. The bar was like a friend, a haven where I could be
"I'm... l'm so sorry..." Penelope quickly apologized, bending down to pick up the shattered glass flask. Leon rose to help her, eliciting a growl and a glare from me. He froze. "I'll help my mate!" I said in a possessive tone, walking closer to Penelope who stood awkwardly, and I began to aid her in picking the shards of glass. But why on fucking earth was I picking up gas shrads when I could order servants to sweep clean clean. Using that opportunity, I took her hands in arm, examining if she had a cut on her palms. Seeing nothing, I reluctantly let go of her hands, moving closer to stand beside her. Leon and Nate shared a look but said nothing, I didn't want to care about what they were thinking either. "Let's sit." I say when no one spoke again. Penelope let me lead her to the bar bench where we sat. Penelope lowered her head and said nothing while I let her thoughts drift. The Devil and the werewolves for over a hundred years had an Armistice. From generations to gener