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
Alain never discussed the matter with Ansel—the matters about Katharine’s rumored disappearance nor the mysterious body in The Wall. Instead, he asked for a Slave to feast on. And Ansel…the boy just brought him a traitorous Slave. Is he some sort of a punisher? A whipper of his Slaves in times when they make mistakes? Of course not. And with his newly-found ally and ‘little brother’ bringing him this Slave who committed a treacherous act to the young Alpha in a way Alain doesn’t know…he felt betrayed, too. Betrayed by Ansel. Betrayed by the Fire Moon Pack. As if it’s their way of saying to him that he’s not welcome to their pack so they’ll just serve him a dessert worthy of a trespasser. “Let—let me go. Please.” Klea is clean now, thanks to Apollo and Razel taking the pain of washing this filthy Slave for him to be bedded. “Leave us.” Then they are all alone past midnight. He a
Sasha could no longer recount when was the last time she’d eaten—nor has drank a cup of fresh cool water. She doesn’t even know how many days have passed or was this Alpha Alain’s “Three Days of Torture Challenge” has extended into a week. Or a month. Sasha certainly hopes it’s not. As she forced her eyes to open, eyelashes fluttering like fragile butterfly wings, she stretched her arms as she awakened to the sun’s golden light bathing the cell, thanks to a small square opening that hovered above them.If it is morning or near-twilight, she doesn’t know. All she knows is that the sun is not telling them anything of their fate. And it looks like it was mocking them.Last night—or was it a week ago, she doesn’t know—Sasha heard Klea being dragged by Giro and two other Betas. Her bestfriend shrieking and thrashing like some pig ready to be roasted for a feast. Sasha was spooked by their own Betas’ treatment towards them and doesn’t even know what was h
His body’s perfection is everything. Alpha Alain is both breath-taking and jaw-dropping. And his huge masculinity…now that is a prize worth crawling for. Sasha swallowed, not knowing if this is really real or is she just dreaming. “What are you waiting for, Sasha?” asked Alain, mouth twitching to the side. “Come to me, Slave.”Slave. That’s what she is—to him. To every man. Even to Ansel.“Are you still waiting for Ansel?” Sadness laced the Shadow Alpha’s voice, raw and unfeigned. Almost as if he treats Ansel as a competitor towards Sasha, an Alpha’s favorite Slave. Then, Alain reached for Sasha’s neck, his mighty hands wrapping around her throat. Her eyes widened, foul thoughts swirling. Will he snap her neck? Will he kill her, here and now?“You belong to me,” he growled against her neck, fangs grazing her skin. Sasha just let her head fall back. “I'll never be yours.” Though her words are nothing more but a whisper, she could feel him grinning even with
He watched Klea strode outside of the guest house, where Alain and the rest of the Shadow Rose Wolves are staying. They were just casually staying in the guest house, as if the Shadow Wolves never thought of the Fire Moon Pack attacking them. As if they are never capable of burning them into crisp. But Ansel will only keep these thoughts to himself. All of the Shadow Rose Pack in here have powers. As for the Fire Moon Pack…only two dozen of them are capable of fire magic. And not all of the twenty-four Fire Moon Wolves are capable of summoning a fire storm like him so they are basically in a disadvantage. Alain’s guards did not spot him as he ran across the shade of huge trees, thanks to his fire shield that it managed to mask his scent like the blazing torches on either side of the path. He looked around, his eyes roaming, looking for someone. There she is, the Slave casually walks out of the door of the guest house. Klea’s head remaine
Klea can no longer count how many times she’d been choked tonight. Or was it already dawn? Alas, she cannot tell. However, she can tell that the Shadow Alpha that fucked hours ago saved her from his own Alpha—Ansel, the new Fire Moon Alpha who burned his predecessor’s bedroom and body when Alain decapitated Cal. She must be more afraid of Ansel. But somehow, she’s more afraid of Alain’s death stare. “What the fuck is going on here?” he asked. Klea just stared at him. Somehow, she felt something towards the brute. He’s handsome yet rough, his aura dark yet his body was smoking hot. And he’s shirtless. No, not shirtless. He’s not wearing any clothes, even his cock is waving at her. “What the fuck?” “What?” Alain then followed her eyes to his groin. A smile split those dark features. “I couldn't find my clothes when I heard a shriek so I just went outside…naked.” “What the hell are
Ansel, with his fire shield still masking his scent, found Klea and Alain making out on the floor. One moment, Alain was whipping her nakedly with all his mighty darkness. In just a blink, they are now kissing like lovers who have been apart for months. Not to mention Alain was naked, too. ‘Alain has been so horny these days…’ Ansel realized. Well, he had been craving too and yet… “I cannot even touch my own Slaves because Alain kept on demanding them.” Then a thought crossed his mind. ‘Maybe I should visit Sasha…’ Yeah, and when he does, Giro will be bombarding him with scolding on why the fuck did he break Alain’s rules. “No way. I’m not going down that easily.” Ansel was still musing when he noticed the crescent-shaped mark in Alain’s wrist. ‘Is that…The Unbreakable Oath?’ The Unbreakable Oath was glowing in Alain’s wrist, bright and vivid. ‘Who did he have an Unbreakable Oath with?!’But Ansel can only guess.
“Fine. I’ll make it short then.”Ansel waited for this ‘truth’. But Alain whispered. “Just…don’t freak out. You and I must be the only ones who should know about this.”Ansel is sensing something fishy, something not quite right in the air. This Shadow Alpha who instills fear anywhere he walks is whispering to him to keep a secret. Well, secrets since it’s about Sasha’s real parents, her lineage, who Alain made an Unbreakable Oath with and what are the conditions to fulfill the Oath.Basically, Alain will be parading towards him wearing his weakness, exposing himself bare to him. Vulnerable to his flames.Ansel doesn’t know why he’s doing this but… “This is just politics, man. I guess I’ve witnessed far more gruesome things that will make me freak out and shriek.”Alain chuckled, and somehow, this made Ansel forget that this Alpha was his rival. He felt like a brother, a genuine friend.But then he remembered Alain led the Shadow Rose Pack, the pack of lies and deceit. Where shadows p