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
A gust of wind swept in through the remaining open window, caressing her neck and cheeks. At last, the wind returned as moonlight, white as fresh snow, chased away the shadows that plagued the barn.“Are we going to spend the night here punching and fighting?” Sasha Forster clicked her tongue, letting her shoulders radiate confidence. “It’s going to be a wary long night, then.” Ansel spat at Alain’s feet as he slowly backed away. “He started it this time.” Alain scoffed, straightening of what remains of his clothes. “You’re always good at pointing fingers, Ansel. Tell me, are they also good at pumping someone’s ass?” Sasha’s face became all red. “What the fuck, Alain?” “Answer me—damn you!” The Shadow Rose Alpha’s challenging gaze could’ve brought down several enemies, his hoarse voice thick with unabashed fury.Alpha Ansel only leaned on a wooden pillar as he crossed his arms. “I don’t know. I only fuck women, Alpha.” His smirk was unmista
‘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
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