“Since we are together now, dearest wolves of Fire and Moon, I don't want to change anything.” The bastard’s voice echoed in the arena, giving Sasha an unabashed goosebumps that sent the hair at the back of her neck standing. Whispers from different status of wolves began to flood and her own murmurs soon joined them. “However—” the Lord of Shadows emphasized, “There will only be a few changes to the pack’s status.” Alain looked at Apollo and Razel and the two immediately knew what to do. “Slaves will be on the right. Omegas on the left. The Betas and Healers will remain in the middle.” Marching in solemn pace from the two Beta’s loud commands, Sasha hid her frowned face—for the silver-edged whip they were holding would no doubt kiss her skin the moment she yielded such face. “You.” Alain pointed at her. “Bring her to me.” Sasha blinked, shocked at his unexpected demand. “Now,” he added with a fierce tone. Sasha walked towards him. And with eve
One by one, the Slaves and Omegas disappear to the dungeons below. They were silent like lambs being escorted by their shepherd back to their cage. And it includes Sasha, of course. He walked briskly towards them, fast and subtle when a hand shot at his left shoulder. Heavy and intimidating. “We should talk, Ansel.” Ansel growled with burning fury and flaming rage and sizzling anger. He could kill him by what he did to Sasha. He could whip him like how Cal used to do to him. But he remained calm, blocking his emotions from clouding his judgment. “So brave of you to call me candidly by my first name, Alpha.” Alpha. The title tastes sour in his tongue. No, not sour. Bitter. But Alain ignored his statement. Instead, he urged him to follow him beyond the tall green grasses. Fresh blood trickled in his leg when he shifted to face Alain. The grasses were still sharp like a hunter’s blade after all. “What is it?” “Cal is dead now.”
Sasha was never afraid of the dark before. But now that the Shadow Wolves are here… ‘I’m just lucky that the silver whip didn’t do as much harm as what that bastard Alain has done to my face!’ Her thoughts might have been the one that made her retire in the corner of the prison immediately. But it was actually to hide the still-fresh wound in her face even though the shadows can choke her to death in a minute. Good thing that Alain was not here in the dungeons. Yet. She listened to the still-noisy surroundings: Omegas punching the walls and Slaves crying until their throats break, pleading for mercy that three days is just too much. Too much to handle, too much to endure. “Then what are we going to do?!” one Omega shrieked with such disdain that Sasha thought was just overreacting. “We might as well die sleeping,” another said softly but with clarity. “At least we’re not punished under the sun like Cal used to do…” Others still hav
Day one has indeed already started as Sasha only bit her lower lip when her stomach rumbles. ‘I’m hungry…’ But that’s the only thing she can do. Whisper. And hope. And probably close her eyes again for another hour as the sun started its descent into the skies. The tangerine light that bathed the room did not wither her impatient-ness. Yes she’s eager for these freaking three days to pass immediately, but that would also mean that she will be back to her usual routine as a Slave of the Fire Moon Pack. Or probably not. “Isn’t that exciting?” Her brows furrowed at Annika, her fellow Slave that she just had a full conversation at the very moment. Most of the time Annika spent on watching the pig’s pen—and sleeping with them of course since no Slaves have their own quarters, they rarely talk to one another, apart from those tight nods they exchanged when they senses that Cal will whip or torment them again. “Alpha Alain said that we’ll no longer be Sla
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the tranquil scene in the heart of the Fire Moon Pack. Nestled in the heart of the dense Verdean Forest where the Fire Moon Pack’s abode is just a few distance away, a dinner party was held. A party for only the privileged like Ansel, while the not-so-privileged remained accompanied by the darkness in the dungeons. Just like Sasha Forster. This night is indeed where a magical gathering happens, where nature's beauty intertwined with werewolf elegance. The clearing in the middle of the ground was adorned with tall, majestic trees, their outstretched branches creating a natural canopy that cast thick shadows upon the grassy floor. Ansel rubbed his bare soles, anxious despite the onyx suit he was wearing. “Don’t worry about her.” He immediately spun around, only to find it was just his bestfriend and now his right hand, Giro. “It’s just me, Alpha.” Alpha. The title
Surrounded by the embrace of nature's beauty and its elegance, the dinner party created a memory that would linger in the heart of Ansel Vaughn. That he is partying this night, not just the Beta Ansel every wolf of Fire Moon Pack knew, but as their new Alpha. ‘Alpha Ansel Vaughn.’ He tasted each letter in his tongue, licking his upper lip as he savored the wine. It was a night to be cherished, of course. A night where the world faded away, where all sufferings vanished temporarily. The simple joys of good company, delicious food, and the enchantment of a moonlit forest held sway. Every single thing is a fantasy to him. The moon illuminates high in the sky, casting a beautiful glow over the dense Verdean forest just beside where the Fire Moon Pack resided. “Gentlemen. Ladies…” Alpha Alain, who now recovered from his laughing maniac earlier painted a serious face in front of all the audience. “Ansel, come.” The Shadow Alpha bec
“What was she doing near the Wall? The wall that separates humans and werewolves?” Apollo, ever stoic, merely shrugged in response. “I don’t know either. But it’s not yet confirmed if it’s her.” The Beta swallowed, “It’s only a speculation.” “Why speculate at all?” The Alpha asked, putting a rather more ill-stricken face than a serious one. “Because Katharine is not in the Shadow Rose Pack’s fortress.” It was so simple to say, but its graveness bore deeper in his heart. Silence only spanned for a few seconds before Alain scanned the party and the forest as if looking for someone. “She’s here, I think. She might have followed me.” Alain doesn’t care if he sounds delusional. “How? The road is not safe, Alpha. Rogues are scattered everywhere, not to mention the Forest Dwellers that plagued these woods!” “Well thank the Moon Goddess that we are so very far from the lair of those shitful flesh-eating monsters.” “Ev
That she is Sasha for sure. But Ansel is already moving, mind-linking Giro to bring Klea. The traitorous bestfriend of Sasha, the reason why she was whipped by Cal on that day. “I’ve already called for my Beta to bring you one, Alpha, and to bring her immediately to you.” Now they are back to being formal. As if that brotherly talk a second ago never lasted for a moment. “It has been one of my greatest joys of the night to be witnessing you finally honoring the old traditions, Alpha Ansel.” “It is my pleasure to be serving you too, Alpha Alain. We’ve been looking forward to you taking interest in one of our women so that the relationship of our packs will be stronger.” “It is already pretty strong, boy.” Ansel’s awkward laugh made them turn away from each other, as if their formalities weren’t enough to let them vomit in the grass. A moment later, Giro brought forth the thrashing Klea, who was barely w
Sasha’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