Zirah's POV I sat there frozen…..helpless.While I watched my former lover circle my mate like a predator looking for his next meal."Damon...no! Please... I- uh," I babbled incoherently, forcing words out of my mouth in a silly attempt to stop him from ramming the knife into a fragile spot on his body that could claim his life.He stopped behind Noah when my pitiful cries reached him and for a moment I thought that maybe he had changed his mind.However, he lunged forward pressing the thin part of the blade exactly into the jugular spot at his neck pressing firmly with those cold eyes trained on mine."You know what I need from you." He ground out harshly, his deep tone barely making his words distinguishable but I managed to catch it."Damon, I-" I had no idea what I was about to say but for some crazy reason I just had to open my mouth.His odd eyes hardened and the brief flicker of hope I'd seen bloom in his eyes died out and he turned his attention back to his semi-conscious pat
Zirah's POV Right into his neck. Damon staggered away from me with a stunned look on his face while his hand slowly went up to the clutch at the side of his neck. He brought his blood-stained hand to his face with a shocked look on his face like he still couldn't believe what happened. "Why?" He asked, still with an air of confusion around him. And I broke down. "You left me no choice!" I sobbed out loud, thinking back to when I decided to do this. When I saw them fighting and he threw Noah into the wall, crashing into the metal tray and dislodging his items, instinctively I So I played him. The weak demeanor, the submissive woman, the arousal that shivered through my body as he ran his hands over my body…...was all fake. I had to swallow down my revulsion the moment he touched me, knowing I had to sell my submission enough or he wouldn't believe me. He opened his mouth to speak but instead gargled on his blood and his knees went weak and he crumpled to the floor. I careful
Zirah's POVMonsterI stared at the monster that stood in front of me, ready to devour me, several thoughts flowed through my mind, I didn't want to be there with the monster but I was stacked with him "I am not going to beg you Zirah. It's either today or no more." He still smiled, exposing his yellowish teeth stained by tobacco. "Don't or I will shout," I said moving backward and placing my hand in front of me."Shout, you say. Remember that you are nothing but a hybrid werewolf with a bloody scent cursed by the goddess herself to all the inhabitants of this pack. No one will come to your rescue.They will think it's a good thing that you're gone." He said moving closer, his eyes were red. I moved backward and my back came in contact with the wall. He immediately placed his hand on the wall, beside me. I was trapped."I am not asking for much Zirah Oakwood, just a single round." I drew in a painful breath, trying hard to stop the tears threatening to fall. I couldn't let him see
Zirah's POVFreeI ran deeper into the woods not for once looking back. For sure I didn't know where I was heading but all I know is that I am going to a place where no one knows of my existence. I am moving away from my past forever. It was finally over. I stopped for a minute to catch my breath. I was finally a free woman. For two straight hours, I kept wandering around the forest. It seemed as if I was not making any progress. It looked like I was moving in circles because I always end up in the same spot. I was tired and hungry to move. The night was fast approaching and I hadn't found any path yet but one thing I know for sure is that I wasn't going to spend the night in this place. I could get killed by a rogue. My body shivered at the word 'rogue' wasn't that what I am now? I prayed that my scent would at least keep them far away from me. For the first time in my life, I prayed that my bloody scent would keep people far away from me. But what if I get caught by a hunter? How
Zirah's POVRejected I couldn't help but giggle as he threw me on the King sized bed. He pounced on me again biting my neck so lovingly then he moved to my mouth capturing them in his. I have never felt this way before. His tongue invaded my mouth touching every part of my mouth. He was tongue-f***ing my mouth and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. By the time he tore his mouth from mine, I was sure that my lips were swollen.He moved to my neckline showering it with kisses and biting it slowly. I was sure that he had plans of leaving his marks on me and I was okay with that. I felt his hands go inside my dress. He grabbed my middle-sized breast making me gasp. Then he stopped. He rolled my dress over my head and I helped by putting my hands up in the air. All this time, we maintained eye contact. I could feel the wetness of my bottom seeping into the mattress. I was soaked. Could I be wetter?I watched as he unstrapped my bra and removed the only piece of clothing hiding my
Zirah’s POVRejected by even death "I, Noah Harvey, the Alpha of Red roses pack re..." I held him immediately to stop him from completing his statement."Please don't...please... please," I begged him, holding the bed sheets tight."I can't accept someone who has a bloody mystic aura around her as my mate. It will spell doom to my pack for their Luna to be cursed." There, he said it. I have heard people call me cursed countless times but hearing from the man who was my mate, the one who was supposed to protect me at all times was like stabbing my heart repeatedly with a hot blunt knife. It hurts so much. My wolf was withering in pain."If Noah Harvey, the Alpha of Red roses pack rejects you, what is your name?" He asked me and I kept mute."Tell me your name wolfy." He urged me and I kept mum shaking my head continuously, he narrowed his eyes at me."I will never accept you as my mate lady, I already have someone in mind to get married to, and you are not going to do anything about i
ZIRAH’S POVAcceptance I clutched the sheets tightly between my fists, unsure of what to do. Fates, it seemed like I couldn't catch a break for once. The last thing I could remember was the cold droplets of rain falling on my naked body as I leaned against a tree that provided me with little shelter, prepared and hoping to die.Although I had felt distantly the sensation of being carried away I figured it was a figment of my imagination. I guess it wasn't.I looked at the thick muscular arm banded around my waist, and I bit my lip as I contemplated what to do.I couldn't move even if I wanted to, and there was a very slight chance that I would be able to leave without waking the strange man up. After waiting a while, my bladder made up my mind for me as I couldn't wait anymore and needed to use the restroom. I used my thumb and my forefinger to get a hold of his hand and gingerly removed it from my waist. The man made a slight movement and I froze staying still and holding my breath
ZIRAH'S POVAcceptanceFollowing the path the bodyguard had shown me, I rounded a corner facing several doors until the smell of food cooking from the last door on the right gave me an idea of where the man might be. Walking as fast as my legs could carry me, I followed the clang of metals and the amazing scents that were permeating the air. Turning the corner, I was greeted by two amazing sights. The first one was the beautiful display of food, some of which were my favorites- I wonder how he knew that- and the other was the man, his back to me, stirring something into a pot. I wondered why he was cooking. Didn't he have chefs that were supposed to cater to his every whim?I shuffled my feet as I ventured further into the large space which seemed to be a combination of both the dining room and the kitchen in one place, not want to startle him into harming himself while he was cooking, even though from the subtle sniff I took of his scent I knew he was a wolf shifter like me.But a s
Zirah's POV Right into his neck. Damon staggered away from me with a stunned look on his face while his hand slowly went up to the clutch at the side of his neck. He brought his blood-stained hand to his face with a shocked look on his face like he still couldn't believe what happened. "Why?" He asked, still with an air of confusion around him. And I broke down. "You left me no choice!" I sobbed out loud, thinking back to when I decided to do this. When I saw them fighting and he threw Noah into the wall, crashing into the metal tray and dislodging his items, instinctively I So I played him. The weak demeanor, the submissive woman, the arousal that shivered through my body as he ran his hands over my body…...was all fake. I had to swallow down my revulsion the moment he touched me, knowing I had to sell my submission enough or he wouldn't believe me. He opened his mouth to speak but instead gargled on his blood and his knees went weak and he crumpled to the floor. I careful
Zirah's POV I sat there frozen…..helpless.While I watched my former lover circle my mate like a predator looking for his next meal."Damon...no! Please... I- uh," I babbled incoherently, forcing words out of my mouth in a silly attempt to stop him from ramming the knife into a fragile spot on his body that could claim his life.He stopped behind Noah when my pitiful cries reached him and for a moment I thought that maybe he had changed his mind.However, he lunged forward pressing the thin part of the blade exactly into the jugular spot at his neck pressing firmly with those cold eyes trained on mine."You know what I need from you." He ground out harshly, his deep tone barely making his words distinguishable but I managed to catch it."Damon, I-" I had no idea what I was about to say but for some crazy reason I just had to open my mouth.His odd eyes hardened and the brief flicker of hope I'd seen bloom in his eyes died out and he turned his attention back to his semi-conscious pat
Zirah's POV Ice-cold water was splashed on my body, jerking me awake abruptly pulling me from the reins of unconsciousness.I flung my head, my eyelids fluttering as I sought to get my bearings.Everything was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were glued shut for the longest time.My body also felt heavy... probably 'cos I haven't used it for a while.I raised my head slowly and I realized two things.One, I couldn't move….at all.That jarred my senses and I awoke fully to see that my legs and hands were restrained with thick metal straps laced with chains, proving it impossible to get out of.Even if I could break through the leather straps, the chains had the distinct yet faint smell of silver which would be tough if not impossible to get out of.Secondly, I was in an underground dungeon that stank like the devil's behind.How I got here seemed to get away from here, but why was it a different case?I was here because I refused to give in.I think back to what happened after Dam
Noah's POV It soon became obvious what their ace was….or rather, who.It soon became obvious when Damon separated himself from his pack, that was what I had taken to calling considering how they fluttered around him.When the two of us caught the other's gaze, it held for the longest and the tension, the need for bloodshed was calling out to us.Riding us both hard.He was standing now unobstructed, without his men underfoot, his white shirt flapping around him as the wind blew up a notch.His dark pants and heavy boots looked worse for wear, but that wasn't what drew my attention.It was the unnaturally still way he held himself, it was like his body was encased in eyes but from here I could see his eyes were sharp, picking up on every movement.It felt like no one else existed but the two of us, even though I could hear distant sounds of roars and men fighting.Everything that happened was building up to this point."You need to go," I said quietly to Zirah who was still behind my
Noah's POV We were winning.Or so it seemed.No, I know we were winning. It started as a tough battle at first especially when they got the upper hand by taking us by surprise- I still wondered how they might have known where we were and we fought to regain our defense since they were attacking mercilessly but hours of training won out and we started to beat them back.Their numbers were gradually reducing, and it also helped that we had support from the Grand Canyon pack since they were furious that they were attacked in their home. I was tearing my way through the men, my eyes trained on the prize, killing mercilessly and without remorse as I inched closer to the man at the helm of all this.Damon Westwood.I had had enough of his constant interference in our lives, and once and for all...I wanted to end it.By stabbing a knife through his cold heart.Or by beheading him.Whichever way works for me.But it seems that just when I was within reach of him, I would spin around and he w
Damon's POV All five of us were surrounding the table. Me, Skylar, Amanda, and two other werewolves one from my side and hers each named Frank and Erik when someone rudely barged in without knocking. We were currently in a private meeting, as we were thinking through our next moves and I had left explicit instructions not to be disturbed in the meantime.Now this.Immediately I got to my feet in front, ready to strangle whoever it was but Erik held me back, placing a hand on the table to stop me."What is it?" He asks the heavily panting young man quietly, patiently waiting for him to compose himself before talking.He was doubled over, sweat soaked through his body. He slowly raised his head, wiping the sweat dripping into his eyes."I-I-I…" his eyes were wide, his face pale as if he just realized what he had done."Get on with it!" I spat out. "We don't have all day.""You can see he's in no shape to talk." Erik points out, scraping his chair back as he stands up. "It looks like he
Zirah's POV Traveling en masse with such a large crowd while trying to move stealthily proved to be a big deal for us.Also for different packs who are just getting acquainted with each other for the first time, being enclosed in a small space wasn't the ideal choice and soon enough after a couple of days, they started to get on each other's nerves.I learned that lots of testosterone and small spaces don't mix when Noah had to come between a brawl brewing for the third time in two days.We'd been traveling for almost a week which was longer than expected but Noah insisted on the element of surprise so mostly we traveled in small clumps during the day and large during the night. It slowed down our progress significantly but it did the job.We were stopping at a neighboring pack who was a very good friend of Noah's and graciously offered to host us.We had eagerly accepted, anxious to get a reprieve from camping life and the tension or altercation brewing every minute.I, for one, had
Damon's POV For some people, it would be hard to lead two different people on a united front. But luckily for me, I had experience in such and it seemed quite seamless the way I effortlessly combined Amanda's people and some of mine. I had called in some favors and put a call through to some of my most loyal men and of course..they answered. Amanda's father was wealthy, and apart from that he was also vastly connected which was how we got this massive mansion to hide our people in and conduct our business without query. If he had any idea of Amanda's plans, he did well to turn a blind eye to it. We were engaging in mindless chatter when a murmur rippled through the small crowd that had gathered here on the balcony. One thing I loved about this place was the view. Sometimes when I stood here, it gave me this empowering feeling, you know, like I could do anything I wanted. And of course, you guessed right, it quickly became my favorite spot in the house. I was lounging in my corner
Noah's POV The taste of defeat left a bitter tang in my mouth as I gathered my men and went back home.The car itself was silent, no one daring to utter a word. To say I was furious with myself was putting it lightly but there was nothing more I could do…. except turn back time which was out of my power. So I sulked all the way home, rehashing all the possible ways that situation could have gone.All too soon, we arrived at the gate's entrance and then I realized I still had people waiting to talk to me.The car stopped in front of the house, and before I went in I was making small talk with the men when I heard my name."Noah!" Zirah screamed, gathering her flowy summer dress in her hand as she hurriedly rushed down the stairs.I was struck by how beautiful she looked at that moment. For a second, she appeared young and carefree….like she should always be.I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw how scared she was, and the guilt expanded to become a large block resting on my chest.She