The crackling of the flames in the middle filled Ansel’s head as he watched the last newly-assigned Beta, one of the six Betas he trusted the most, strode inside the Alpha’s war tent. There’s no war. Perhaps not yet. But being in this tent calm the shit out of him, especially with what he just witnessed this morning. With the deep orange shades of sunset now turning to utter onyx-blue, Ansel frowned at how come the night came so fast. How their pack was now again drenched in darkness, that even their over one thousand torches all around their pack’s territory alight with undimming flames from the fire magic of their ancestors seemed to be a joke. “Alain visited Sasha.” Ansel doesn’t need to glance at his side to confirm it was Giro’s talented eyes and sharp ears that allowed him to gather this ‘vital’ information. “Visited?” Ansel clicked his tongue. “Alain is always good in the business of fucking our problems.” Giro choked
Sasha didn’t even notice that it had been raining for an hour. Perhaps it had been raining since sundown, she thought. Her body ached, deliciously ached as the remnants of their pleasure still whispers in her ears, her core.The sound of the crackling fireplace made her blinked. The scent of the lavender-scented candles flooded her nose. ‘Perhaps it was Misty who lit those candles and made the fireplace come to life,’ she said to herself.Sasha looked around. She’s in her bed. They are in the bed.How she found herself and Alain sleeping in the bedroom when the last memory that trickled her mind was that she was on the kitchen table—and on the foyer, kneeling before Alpha Alain as she gave him a satisfactory, mind-blowing job—will be a mystery to her until morning. Unless she asks Alain, which she hesitates.Alpha Alain shifted beside her, his face solemn even when sleeping.Sasha reached for him, caressing the side of his face. She sighed at the sight of him
Alpha Ansel could’ve tackled the bitch if it wasn’t for the eyes and ears crowding all around them. “You.” “Yes?” Klea tipped her head to the side,”What about me, Alpha?”“You—” Alpha Ansel filled his lungs with enough courage to confront this repugnant creature. “You’re a disgusting bitch!”“I suppose,” she purred, sauntering towards him as if he’s seducing a male to be fucked, flaunting her ass and swaying her hips, “the same can be said to your Sasha.”“You planned this all along—”“Ah ah ah,” she clicked her tongue at him, wiggling her finger to his face, “You lost, Alpha. The Shadow Rose hunky male already has climbed first on her bed. I suppose you don’t want to entertain the leftover of another Alpha, don’t you?”Leftover. “You—” Alpha Ansel pointed his finger at her, an ember glowing at the end. “You will pay for this, you scheming bitch!”Right. Alpha Alain is always a step ahead. The wild pig the female Omegas roasting behind him. Most of his packmates tru
The bitch dared land her malicious lips on his mouth. Ansel pushed her away. With the force of it, he almost rolled down the hill if it wasn’t for the tree beside them. Hugging the tree like a koala, something shifted at the foot of the hills. His Alpha hearing can only fathom a pair of feet that were running away. He did not even see who it was for the place was drowned in shadows, even the bright moon did no help to let him see who ran. Perhaps some Omega who saw them kissing and was hurrying to spread the gossip. “Moon Goddess,” Ansel looked up to the sky, praying—praying that the gossip won’t reach Sasha. At least not tonight. Tomorrow…tomorrow he’ll talk to Sasha. He’ll speak to her about him, about them. About everything. “How dare you—” Klea was grinning. Ansel’s Alpha voice did nothing to send the Omega scurrying away. “Your lips don't taste so special, Ansel. What did Sasha see in you to be head over heels?” sh
The darkness of the night was thick here. Thicker than it was supposed to be.Ansel Vaughn tried harder to focus on a specific feature of their faces. Yet it became a blur of color even when they were solid when he viewed them from the side of his vision.He crawled nearer, but when he turned to face them, he was met with shadows and swirling colors.It was magic—a different one. Some kind of magic that is not from Westfall just by the sharp, heavy scent of it.‘Are we being attacked?’ Ansel immediately mind-linked Giro, only to find no Beta Giro answering back.He would have been furious, would have considered charging to the strange scent of magic if it wasn’t for the face of Alpha Alain. Blood streamed down from his stomach. The stranger with swirling colors, some sort of foreign magic so that Alphas won’t recognize him, ran away and into the direction of Sasha’s old barn. Sasha—Had the drums not echoing through his bones and that wild voice beckoning him, Ansel could’ve now run
Ansel wriggled away from the press of Alain’s knees on his stomach. The dark Alpha stood, letting him do so.But before that, Alain let him taste the might of his kick one last time.Ansel grunt in pain. Pushing, sobbing through his gritted teeth, Ansel managed to prop himself to a wooden pillar. He was barely standing, barely looking Alpha-ish. When a moment had passed, Sasha Forster risked a look at the two of them. Their faces were tight with disappointment.She loosened a deep sigh. The two men of her life. The two men she was involved with…Sasha was just struck by the realization: she’s basically sandwiched by these two. Whatever was bothering them, whatever misunderstanding or ‘personal war’ was brewing between them, she stood in the middle of it.Just like how she’s standing now.Sasha sighed again, as if doing so will help solve the problem. A glance at the now-in-cinder windows made her tense. “I don’t have time for tears. Let’s just talk as fast as we can.”“Talk?” Alain
It was as if the wind itself fled. The world stilled, the pounding of her heart silenced. There was only the two Alphas and the words that clanged in her ears:I, Alpha Alain Irons of the Shadow Rose Pack, will only take the price and prize for helping Ansel Vaughn and the entirety of the Fire Moon Pack: Sasha Forster.Sasha doesn’t know if Alain’s words will send her crushing to the bottom of the ocean or partying in the middle of the Verdean Forest.“She shall be my prize, Ansel.” Sasha bit her lip but said nothing as Alain continued, “Remember it was me who put you in that throne.”Ansel scowled, one that says ‘I can fucking put myself in the throne even without your help.’Alain shrugged his shoulders that silently said, ‘Well, you accepted my help anyway so you have to pay me no matter what.’Sasha did not know how she managed to read their silent conversation. But for someone who has been trapped in the darkness of the dungeons, she guessed she must have learned the la
Sasha released a long harsh breath. She did not scoff or snort. Something about him feels serious. But it also felt as if she was being fooled in a way. ‘Parade? What am I? Some sort of a Goddess in the flesh?!’ She knew he was just exaggerating. And yet…this is the kind of serenading words she’s dying to hear ever since she’s a victim of love.Ansel leaned forward and acted as if he was going to kiss her lightly. Sasha flinched. “You may not believe me about Klea,” he murmured just a few inches from her mouth. “But please believe me about this. I don’t care if I cannot have you wholly, solely…as long as I can have a part of you.” He threw Alain a wry glance. “And I’m glad of it. Even if you only reserve a small part of you for me, even if you believed him more than me…as long as I can have you. As long as, somehow deep in your heart, you try to believe me.” He reached for her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. His lips were warm and promising as he said, “And I’m v