In the land of Westfall, three packs rule: the Night Storm Pack, whose wolves are gifted with wind and storm abilities; the Shadow Rose Pack, who are masters of shadows and poison; and the Fire Moon Pack, who can wield flames and render themselves immune to fire. But only the luckiest packmembers have those powers, and not all who possess them have wolves. Meet Sasha Forster, a wolfless and helpless Slave of the Fire Moon Pack—until the ruthless Alpha Alain of the Shadow Rose Pack, the one who was cursed by her mother to marry Sasha and have an heir with her, saves her from her pack’s tyrannical Alpha. The Fire Moon Pack now whisks Sasha to be the payment to Alpha Alain and Alain is also trying his best to make her his and end the curse. But Sasha’s heart has already begun to beat for her childhood friend and her pack’s new Alpha, Ansel. Worse, Sasha became more perplexed when she accidentally revealed to the entire Fire Moon Pack that she has fire powers, and all the pack now either envy her or hate her. When her life and heart bombarded her with difficult choices, would she choose her heart over her mind? Or will she choose responsibility over love?
View MoreSasha’s POVEnemies are always once our friends. Or at least close to it. Now my eyes are open that Alain is not fully to be trusted—even Ansel. My heart might still sigh at my first love’s presence but he’s not telling me something I should know. I don’t consider Alain as an enemy. Perhaps a half ally, yes. But the enemy I’m referring to is the Omega assigned to be my personal servant. I turned towards her, “Klea.” But she didn’t hear me, her eyes focused on the Shadow Rose Alpha. It’s as if her ears don't function when I’m around or when I’m speaking. “You should consider Alpha Ansel.” I whirled to see Sorrel waving to the departing pack. I don’t know if I should tell her that my heart did not leave with Alain or has run to Ansel. It remained with me. The scent of lilac swept past me made me narrow my eyes as I watched Klea run to Alpha Alain to hand him a bouquet of the purple flowers. I don’t know why she did
A feral feast, that’s what tonight is. A festival of pleasure and lust and sex; a party of tongues and lips and cocks. Sasha bit her lip as the partying moans deepened, their brief argument earlier misted in the air as if it didn’t occur at all. Meena Forster is not her real mother. This...Sheila Swann, whoever she is, was unfortunately the one who gave birth to her. And died for her, Alpha Alain mentioned. And somehow, she found herself mourning a mother she never knew. What did she look like? Is she as caring as her Omega mother, Meena? Perhaps that’s why she has this gift of flames in her veins. It's probably from her where she inherited her fire. Or perhaps it’s from her father? If Meena Forster isn’t her real mother, then Warner Forster isn’t her real father too. ‘Who’s my father?’ she thought. ‘Is he a Slave? An Omega? Or perhaps he’s a Beta?’ She shook her head as she straightened. She looked down and Sasha could ha
They have joined. All of them.Sasha cursed beneath her breath. Looking beside her, it seems the two Alphas did too.Parading the grassy pathway to the Wintra River in a dramatic entrance, Beta Razel, Beta Giro, Beta Apollo, Shiera Starr, and Rhia Ross walked towards Sasha and the two Alphas.All are naked. She eyed their discarded clothes on the grass as if they’re a hindrance to the party that is about to unravel.The Alphas wouldn’t certainly balk at the bodies the Moon Goddess has bestowed them tonight. And Sasha...her body did badly need a break from so much fucking too. The two Healers would certainly do a good job continuing what she started.“Well?” Razel tilted his head, “We hope we’re not late for the party?”Sasha only groaned. Alain, however, raises his eyebrows at his Beta. “And who told you that all of you should be here?”All seems to be an understatement considering who the Beta Razel has brought. Alain whispered a thank you to the Moon Goddess that Beta Razel didn’t
“I never betrayed you nor stopped loving you, Sasha.” They all stopped on their convergence. They’re all naked and horny, but they stopped to clear this misunderstanding between Ansel and Sasha. Alain smiled, but not in insult. They’ve discussed that matter several times including their delicious encounter in the barn. He tried his face to be void of any emotion. “If all three of us are to work with each other, then we must address this—” Ansel waved a hand to both him and Sasha. Alain might have been jealous, but the Alpha didn’t let it show. “What’s more to address, Ansel? Let’s just accept that love will never happen to both of us—to either of the two of us even when we still both have feelings for each other.” Ansel sighed, his fingers fidgeting to wherever he could hide it from her sight. “Look, listen. I...I never betrayed my love towards you. I remained loyal—I know you won’t believe me but that’s true. I already told you, Klea manipulated
Sasha didn’t care if she descended into madness. This thing with two Alphas is madness itself. She didn’t care about the cold, the river, the absurdity of giving herself fully to two Alphas who can easily dispose of her when they grew tired of her—or when they no longer needed her. But now that they desperately need her for political purposes and personal gain...she’ll enjoy her part. Queens are once pawns as they say. “Like it?” she asked either of them as she withdrew her mouth from Alain.Alpha Ansel, whose dick was still inside her, nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her side of the face as he caressed her wet chestnut hair. “I think that as a yes,” she said as Alpha Ansel and her both looked at each other.She met his lips in a blink. Sasha cupped Alpha Ansel’s face as the kiss deepened with one of her hands while the other worked with Alpha Alain’s massive length. ***Too much sex is not enough sex, that’s what Alph
Beta Apollo wasn’t joking. She’s barely wearing nothing. Sasha gritted her teeth and rubbed her hands together as she covered both her breasts. The white see-through dress, embroidered with golden threads, is as good as nothing. Right. She’s a prize to be enjoyed. Tonight, she’s not a shivering young woman who expects to be warmed by two marvelous Alphas. She shouldn’t care if her middle remains exposed for whatever eyes dare to land on her body. She is Sasha Forster, desired by two Alphas. The prize of two Alphas. The cold was an agony. She always knew Wintra River wasn’t named after the Goddess of Winter for nothing. The Fire Moon Pack might be humid and bright but the Wintra River is just an hour walk from their pack and this part of the river is covered in ice all year long. Beta Apollo accompanied her with a horse on the way here from her apartment. The grinning blonde Beta wouldn’t let his “masterpiece” walk in atonement for an hour alone. But
No matter how many times Sasha tells herself that it will be alright, Sasha knows it will never be alright. Klea is definitely no longer the friend she believed her to be. She even wondered if she was ever a friend to her at all. She’s an enemy now, and no doubt it stems from Klea’s jealousy—of her and Ansel and their relationship and everything in between the Alpha and the Omega. The sun was already high up in the sky when she woke up in her bedroom. The apartment and everything that surrounds it seems more jovial than the usual silence. Klea wasn’t here, and it’s a relief. But something crashed, and it seems to be coming from the kitchen.She’s not alone then, she realized. Not entirely. Her relief turned to anxiety. Her heart was a thundering beast in her chest. Sasha pried open the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of Klea’s hair or annoying voice or perhaps another male she brought to Sasha’s apartment to fuck. But it was male v
She’s as good as being tortured with the excruciating pain shrieking in her every bone and muscle, her skin tight. Blood undeniably seething in her veins. The lovemaking with Alpha Ansel is a childhood dream come true during the midnight of her eighteenth birthday weeks ago. The sex with Alpha Alain in the dungeons was nothing short of wild and untamed. But being fucked by the two Alphas on the night of the Wolf Moon Festival is…it’s delirious. And delicious. Maybe it was deliciously delirious. Sasha was still whispering to herself when she realized she was no longer in the barn. She blinked, drinking in the details of her surroundings: the glass ceiling, the lavish bed, and the roaring fireplace. Indeed, Fire Moon Pack may be the Pack of Flames but they were situated near the Verdean Forest, the very heart of coldness in all of Westfall. That’s why their pack is cold too, even when winter is now leaving. Perhaps the chilling secrets of the
‘When you play with fire, you’ll get burned. When you play with thorns, you’ll bleed in no time.’ Ansel can still clearly remember his father, the late Alpha Ariel’s voice in his head pounding as he slowly pulled himself away from Alain’s lips. He caressed his lips, his jaw and the side of his mouth before wholly letting go of his grip on the Alpha’s sweaty black hair. “So? What do you think of this try out?” Alain grinned at his question. He didn’t even bother to haul himself up and face him with his feet on the ground, not his knees surrendering before his feet. “We should—” “I’d like more.” Sasha cut in, fixing herself so that her breasts met their eyes, her back on the hay. “More, please.” Two words made Ansel’s throat dry: more and please. “Fuck.” Alain muttered under his breath, his arms slacking on his sides. “Look what you made her do!” “Us.” “What?” The Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack’s throat bobb
The young man's gaze fell on the girl in the corner, straight and undisguised. Beta’s eyes meeting a Slave’s eyes. “Sasha…” “Beta Ansel,” she greeted while lowering her head. “No need to be so formal…” Ansel laughed but Sasha’s head remained bowed down. “…Sasha.” “You are the Beta, Ansel,” she eyed him slowly. “And I am but a Slave.” Ansel sucked a breath. But Sasha, whose birthday will be a few hours from now, didn’t even sigh. “I see,” he looked at her mud-filled hands. “I presume Alpha Cal would never let you be a normal Omega then, at least with that you’re higher than your status as a Slave.” Sasha just gave him a tight nod, scoffing. “A Slave will always be a Slave.” When she was about to turn away, Ansel grabbed her arm even before she could blink. “I also know how it feels to lose a father, Sasha.” “You already gave your condolences to me last night, Ansel.” Sasha paused, lifting he
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