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
The full moon showing her face overhead is like the face of the Moon Goddess monitoring over them. The Judging Night has arrived. Somehow for Ansel, this was important. Even though the Judging Night is only for the Slaves and Omegas who experienced the terror of the Three Days of Torment. Torches came to life, dancing against the shadows of the night like some bright orange stars perched on the ground as it chased away the darkness shrouding them. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous. His sweat began to make its presence despite his stone-faced façade. Giro, who seemed calmer than him, stood on his side. The ever-brute figure who is the right-hand of the Fire Moon Pack Alpha. Judging by the way his hand started to shake, Giro looked more like the Alpha. “Relax,” his male bestfriend simply whispered. “No need to panic.” “But Sasha—” “I told you already,” Giro shot him a look as if to say ‘just fucking calm down’. “Sasha will b
Sasha will never be a Slave again. A relief, and a challenge. Considering there will be several adjustments, not just to the new environment and new benefits, but the way she sees herself too. Being a Slave has always been her failure in life. Being worthless and being just…nothing. But now—it’s all gone, thanks to the Alpha who saved her. She may hate him at first, but at least, Alpha Alain made up for his mistake. Unlike Ansel. Unlike Klea. Perhaps those two have always been the two different sides of the same coin. “We’ll never be a Slave again!” The Slave beside her, she forgot her name, squealed—literally squealed—in delight.And the thought alone…she joined the other smiling Slaves. Klea, however, seated on the second row, was frowning. As if she’s unhappy by Alpha Alain’s judgment.She ignored her. She doesn’t care about her reaction. In fact, she’s happy that her old friend is acting like that.It means Klea is hiding something from
Bitter, cold wind slapped his face, rinsing him from the jealousy that tried to redden his cheeks. He didn’t know and could never guess what—or who—they talked about. But the fact that Alain and his men have been in a close distance with Sasha ever since she has been released, not to mention the fact that Sasha had been brought to Alain’s apartment…it drove him mad. Darkness softly spread in a thin line around him. No, it wasn’t the darkness of the night. It was the darkness of someone else. Alpha Alain.He only knew about Sasha staying—living—in the Shadow Alpha’s apartment when Klea told him minutes before this meeting started. He hasn’t yet confronted Alain about that, but Ansel already knows the answer even if he confronts him now in front of his pack. Somehow, Alain is always one step ahead of him. But not anymore. Ansel scanned the crowd once. Ansel didn’t spy Beta Apollo anywhere near Sasha again—not as the darkness swirled