Sasha felt her head spinning, her fingers numbing, and her eyes stinging with the beads of sweat from her forehead. And when she opened her eyes, she found herself curling on the floor of the prison. Her own prison, alone and broken. “Morning, sunshine.” Beta Russel greeted behind the closed metal door through the small square opening. The Beta whom she fucked during her dreaming of Alain. So much for without food and water for three days. “Today is your third and last day. You better get up your ass.”Her knees collapsed to the floor, her body can no longer contain the suffering it had endured for the past two days. ‘Right. Today is the last day. Just a little push, Sasha. Just a little push and we’ll no longer be a Slave,’ she said to herself a set of encouraging words that will at least make her through the day. Beta Russel kept on talking by the opening of the metal door, its surface rusty and splattered with dried blood. She didn’t dare think
She loved him.Sasha finally declares what he’s asked of her during that midnight when they make love on her birthday.“I love you, Ansel. I just want you to know that. More than as my childhood bestfriend. More than as my Alpha. Even when you just stared at me when Alain whipped me with his shadows, even when I am here in the dungeons barely alive…deep down, I know that my heart will always belong to you.”Ansel swallowed. Never in a conversation Ansel has been left speechless. There was never a time he ran out of anything to say.Until now. Until when Sasha finally, truly, confessed.‘I’m not dreaming, am I?’He tried to wipe away the tear that escaped her eyes to convince himself that she is real. This is real. Not just some figment of his imagination or some glamour courtesy of Alain’s shadow manipulation.‘She is here. She is with me,’ he sighed a breath of relief. Smiling down at Sasha, he caressed her cheeks. “I do.” She gasped, eyes widening with emotion of shock and…
His mistake ends now.Alain, knowing he pulled off a wrong move in locking Sasha for three days without water and asking her to fulfil her mother’s Oath afterwards, is very much stupid. But it ends now. It’s now or never. So that the others won’t see the ‘favouritism’ of his actions, as Razel suggested, he visited each Omega and Slave one by one. One by one, they met his eyes as he entered their cells. Some are lucky enough to yield a gaze to him. Some only offered him a lazy smile when he told them the Three Days of Torment ends now and tomorrow night they’ll finally be able to eat. And some…some are even lucky that they are still breathing, that they still breathed when Alain entered and exited their prison. Some didn’t even manage to whisper a word or breathe an inch when he knocked at their cell. The night is deep. The dungeon is barely lit with the torches. He counted them and only a dozen fire crackling on either wall—a dozen torches
He turned a corner, and this hallway has more torches compared to the Slaves and Omegas who he can see through the bars, crowded within a cell with five or six of them.This one seemed to be reserved for a VIP—a very important prisoner.Alain sent a tendril of his power around him, dimming each light even when the flames were dancing merrily. The Beta on the door lifted his head to his direction as he felt his presence.He at last arrived at the door, the metal and rusty appearance of it no doubt holds Sasha beyond.He knocked. Once, twice.Beta Russel, Ansel’s Beta, remained on the side. Lingering. Waiting. Perhaps even spying for the Fire Moon Pack’s cunning young Alpha.“You may leave,” he ordered to the Beta. He stiffened and waited for Alain to say more, but the Shadow Alpha just let the quietude sink deeper. And deeper.Beta Russel finally pivoted to his heel and hurried away. Alain waited for him to vanish in the hallway, away from his sight before—The Shadow Rose Alpha straig
Sasha knew all eyes were on her.His eyes, the only other eyes in this room, are fixated on her. His face veiled in the shadows, his broad shoulder tensing. “Fine. Keep the confession to yourself then.” He relaxed, breathing through his nose. “I want to know something else. I want to know if you—” he shook his head, not bothering to continue the question when another question popped out of his mouth instead. “Do you hate Ansel?” A direct, and bland question. “Sasha?”“No,” she sighed, filling her lungs with enough air to speak to him. His face tightened with her answer. She swore sorrow flashed in those forest-green eyes. As well as anger and pain. “Why did Ansel visit you? Why did you let him use your body like that?” A cold, pressing question.But Sasha’s lips only tugged upward. “He’s my Alpha, and my childhood friend. My lover. And I loved him, too.” A growl, so loud and vicious erupted, the room shaking. Walls closed in as if
She didn’t care—she didn’t care one bit about what she was and who she was and what she will be by tomorrow. She didn’t even give a fuck who might hear them now, or who are already watching.She just yielded to him fully.Sasha turned and twisted, his cock never letting go of her as she faced him. He opened his mouth to say something but her tongue swept in, moving in a way that she knew exactly what she’d do if her mouth got between his legs.He plunged in and out, slow and hard. His hands on his waist left a handprint on her skin, but she didn’t care. She can be crazy for all she wants tonight. She’ll regret this later. For now, she will just give Alain this fun, this need, this…whatever this is between her and Alain.The cold wind bit her naked skin, but she ignored it. Not with Alain’s warmth shrouding her. Filling her like how his dick filled her.Sasha’s very existence narrowed to the feel of him. The tightness in her ratcheting up with every deep stroke of his length, every ech
That dream was hideous as much as it was delicious. It still plagued her soul, her mind beckoning her to dream it again as if it was possible. And Sasha has never been confused on what to feel about a dream. A dream that turned out to be true now that Alain just finished fucking her and fingering her as he pulled out three of his fingers. “You’re blushing.” She swallowed as his eyes scanned her, before it drifted to his own body. “You blushed more now that I was not touching you.”“I—” But she closed her mouth. She doesn’t know what to say, what to explain. She doesn’t want to tell him either that she’s been imagining him inside her even before this happened.‘Shit,’ she hissed inside her mind. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit—’ She inhaled as her hand slowly made its way to his face. ‘Am I falling in love with Alain?’ She shook her head and withdrew her hand. Alain narrowed her eyes on her. Sasha only licked her lower lip, and bit it.
“You have a way with words, Alpha. So much for the most infamous Alain Irons,” Sasha cooed.She flashed him a wide grin before continuing, “When you’re wearing your mask as a ruthless Alpha who commands shadows as if they were your pets.”“Shadows are my pets,” he simply shrugged. “They are for every Shadow Rose member.”She lay there beneath him, staring up at where he now knelt on the floor, rubbing his hands over his face as if chasing away the sleep that threatened to disturb them.“Aren’t your Betas looking for you now?”Alain’s throat bobbed. “They’re probably banging each other now.”She huffed a laugh. “For real?” He nodded.Her traitorous eyes indeed dared to look lower than his chest—but her attention snagged on the crescent moon scar on his wrist. Pale yet looking fresh. She suppose it is the mark of the Unbreakable Oath. Sasha never saw a scar—mark—of an Unbreakable Oath up-close before. But this…a shiver slithered down her spine. The scar looked beautiful—but brutal, som
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