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
The fire in his head roared even louder, boiling his blood with the desire to burn every single one of the Shadow Rose Pack.Ansel knew there’s a surprise waiting for him. But this…this is not what he expected. This self-righteous shitshow of Alpha Alain made him shrink from a rat in the corner into a worm that should remain in the filthy soil. Alpha Ansel.The title of an Alpha has never been a joke. He might as well be Ansel the Clown as his feet remained nailed on the platform, refusing to even look at the Savior of the Fire Moon Pack. Alpha Alain has gone this far. Too far.All for Sasha. Alpha Ansel inclined his head. Beta Giro noting the movement. Yes. He will surely do everything for Sasha, too. “Now we did everything by the book, by the Old Laws of Westfall,” Alpha Alain’s voice grazed every inch of his skin as he announced to everyone, anger surfacing in Ansel’s skin. “You may now retire to your respective homes. This me
Porridge and scrambled eggs seem to be a good start for a breakfast from being a Slave to Omega. Sasha just glanced to the sky on her way to the dining hall. Just a glimpse, and she can now tell that even the morning sun promises good weather for the day.The sun had barely crested over the treetops, blanketing the forest floor facing Sasha’s bedroom with streams of liquid gold when Misty knocked on her door that breakfast would be served together with the rest of the Fire Moon Pack—and some of the Shadow Rose Pack, of course.Sasha scooped up her plate from the counter and strode to where Sorrel and her fellow Omegas seated.“Thankfully, the ones who are now in charge of cooking are the ones who are off to bed earlier than us,” Sorrel murmured as she blew a breath on her spoon of porridge.“I bet they also wake up earlier than us as well.”Sorrel snorted, “Obviously,” then thrusted the spoonful of porridge to her hungry mouth.“Where did you get that?” Sasha pointed her chin
Wild and untamed, full of rage and fury, the air smelled of fire and burning. It was no ordinary burning. It’s like burning through her very existence and shaping her very essence into something new. Something more fearsome and lethal. Something more fitting to be the Alpha— Sasha blinked. She’s in the dining hall, yes. But she felt as if she wasn’t. Everything felt strange and foreign and hollow. Or perhaps it was her own body that she felt somehow renewed as if the fire burn away every imperfection of her and shaped her into a blazing Queen. But Sasha’s throat tightened, bile rising up her throat as everyone and everything was thrown five feet away from her, like some forgotten god flicked his mighty hand away from where she’s now standing. Sasha was burning bright, tendrils of reddish fire and orange flames swirl around her in a joyous motion like it was celebrating. As if stretching out from its slumber form now that it has bee
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