The dungeon was already a very silent home of shadows as she turned. Gone were the weeping, the pleading of water to cool their dry lips, the consecutive grumbling of empty stomachs. Her fellow Slaves and Omegas have already been released one by one as soon as sunlight kissed the ivory gates of the underground prison. She was the last to be released, of course. Being the last Slave imprisoned in the farthest room away from the Slaves and Omegas behind bars obviously made her the least lucky. She has to inhale every scent—every vomit and damp cold air as she walks those now-empty cells, as well as the scent of the lingering piss and shit.All of it. She has to digest and stomach and suffer all of it. The sun was already high as soon as she stepped out. The dungeon closing, the ivory gates shutting behind her. Only the reverberating silence, the chirping of birds and rustling of trees now lay before her. Beta Russel stopped by her side and mentioned
She woke up to the blinding afternoon sun streaming through the bone-white lace curtains, her sleepy face filled with shadowy shapes from it.She blinked, steadying her vision, telling herself where she was. ‘I am in my new apartment, bought by Alpha Alain for me…’She sat at the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes. Afternoon, it’s afternoon. And no, she’s not in the dungeons.A few moments later, Sasha Forster stood and found herself sitting in a low-backed chair before her room’s roaring fireplace, savoring the feel of her own hands brushing her messy hair. She nearly purred at the feel of her thin fingers along her own scalp and cannot even recall when was the last time she brushed her hair. She already rang the bell that would summon that female Beta and was waiting for her as Sasha carefully braided her hair. To be honest, she doesn’t even know when was the last time she braided or combed. She even doubted if she still knew how to braid exactly.A knock interrupted her musing an
Healing from those tormented days, even with the presence of sex and comfort, is not instantaneous. Yes, she has a lavish apartment and an own personal attendant or maid whatever that female Shadow Rose Beta is. But deep inside, Sasha felt lonely again. Alone. Sad. The elegance of her room should be enough to drown those unrelenting emotions. She’s free now. That’s what all matters anyway. And if she remains a Slave despite her erotic connection with Alpha Alain…no, he won’t make her a Slave. After last night. After everything.The hunger in Alain’s eyes, the longing…he’s after Sasha. Something that has to do with her. She knew it, deep in her bones. Alain will not betray her.So many people have betrayed her trust. Klea. Ansel. Perhaps the Moon Goddess betrayed her too considering she’s the one who weaves the fate for each of them.‘I wonder if Alpha Alain is my mate.’ Well, it will not be so hard to answer that if Sasha only had her wolf.
The fire just stared back at her, the crackling flames dancing in her eyes.It tried to cheer her up with its warm embrace, and failed.The small table beside the cushion she was lounging at holds a cup of her now-cold tea. She didn’t even bother looking at the drink or bothering to drink it at all.The drink, albeit the fact that it's herbal and made by one of the High Priestess who is also a Healer from the Night Storm Pack, wouldn’t do anything to help her at all. She wouldn’t even so much as hope it will heal the deeper wounds inside her. Deeper than any wound or stab or scratch. The wounds of her soul perhaps will linger there far longer than she knew or bothered to know. It probably will forever be in her soul that even if she was gifted an eternity by the Moon Goddess, it would never heal—Sasha shook her head. She’s just overreacting. It’s done now. It’s gone. Those three days…she’s no longer in the dungeons. She’s now resting in an expensive chair in an expensive bedroom loca
Sasha breathed through her nose. Still staring at the unmoving dark outside.Yes, maybe things have already changed even before those three days. Perhaps things began changing during those three days, and it continues to do so especially because their new pack statuses are yet to be announced. It was fear, Sasha realized. It was fear of change. It was her denial in acknowledging that change has occurred. Because if things changed…then she has also changed. And she is still in denial that a part of her, something within her, changed. Not just her surroundings, not just her new ‘relationship’ with Alpha Alain, not just the way she dresses. It’s everything.Yes, the Klea she knew will never spread her legs without thrashing beneath the male. But times have changed. What she was once used to seeing five years ago is no longer the same as now.Westfall has changed. The Fire Moon Pack has changed. Their Alpha has changed. Ansel has changed—so as the pack members.
A morning breeze, light and cool, floated through the open windows, ruffling her hair and drying the cold sweat on her. The bright cloudless sky beckoned outside, the sun smiling like a mother smiling down at her daughter.“Thank the Moon Goddess you’re awake, Sasha.”She loosened a breath before lifting her face to the Healer. Shiera Starr, she realized. Beta Giro’s sister.Her eyes darted from the Healer down to her own body.Sasha’s eyes widened when she beheld her right wrist down to her palm. The white cloth wrapped around it still held stains of blood.“So that was never a dream…”“Apparently it’s not.” Shiera touched Sasha’s forehead, her hand warm and gentle. “Luckily, the female Shadow Rose Wolf managed to bring you here in time. She found you bloody on your bed in your apartment. She found this,” she jerked her chin to the table beside her, where the black shard of that vase had been broken into tiny more pieces.“I was dreaming,” Sasha swallowed, her voice rasped. “I think
His scent hit her first before she fluttered her eyes open. Sasha shot upright when she beheld who is lounging on the chair beside the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The upper part of it was open to welcome the afternoon breeze. “Alpha Alain is busy. So I am here instead.” “Beta Razel,” her breath was rasped that she thought she was going to panic. The Beta only handed out a cocky grin. “You’re still the same trembling lamb even with that satin dress.” Indeed, her dress was no longer that white shirt and blue pants she was wearing just this morning. Where she was in one of the tents of the Healers as Shiera tended to her wound.Her wound. She immediately darted her gaze from his russet eyes to the wound on her wrist. Still a bit swollen and covered in bandages, but better. “Did you—” she blushed even before she could finish the question. “No. it was Misty who changed your clothes, not me. Alpha Alain wo
Sasha shot him a glare as fast as a falling star. “I’m not denying.” She took another sip, “I’m confessing.”“So I’m playing the role of a High Priestess now, eh?”“Maybe. If you wanna hear how many more men I fucked.”The Beta wrinkled his nose. “He told me about your dance that night. Alpha Alain’s a kiss-and-tell, you know.” He surveyed her from head to toe, “So I also know you only fucked two men in your life as of now.”“It doesn’t count the men I had sex with in my imagination.” And Beta Russel, Sasha seemed to add. It seems the Beta knew too well on how to keep these kinds of secrets.“Now I know why you’re Alpha Alain’s favorite. You’re not just his sniffing dog, you’re also his lie detector.”“I can’t blame him though,” his eyes shone with raw amusement. “I mean, even without those things, I’m still his favorite. My face and body says enough.”Sasha gave him a nasty look but Beta Razel just pinched her cheek. She blushed.They talked more for a few minutes, snarky comments an