“I don’t care if I’m an Omega for a week or for a month or for eternity, as long as Cal will never breathe again!” Ansel Vaughn breathed to the sky, to the earth, to the waters that appeared before him. It is his vow and his promise, a challenge to the beast inside him—to the wolf of fire that lives inside him. “Indeed,” a voice from the shadows of the tree emerged. One that he did not expect to hear near The Red Lake. “Did you know why Cal sexually abused Sasha in front of you?” “No.” Giro jerked his chin towards his direction. “It’s because someone has told the Alpha that you and Sasha made love in the middle of the night.” He slowly shifted towards his bestfriend, his knees on the verge of giving up. “And did you know who it was?” “Of course I do.” Ansel wrapped his palms into a fist. “I was there when that Slave deliberately told Cal while the Alpha was having his morning coffee.” “Who was it?” He brought his
“Giro…” Ansel patted his bestfriend’s shoulders at the back. “I believe you.” Giro smiled at his words. “I told you—” Then a deafening sound of a bell rang three times. Then another three. “Shit, the Shadow Rose Pack is already here!” Ansel froze, feet nailed on the floor. Big drops of cold sweat stream down from his face. “This will not end well.” “As much as I’ve predicted, yes.” Then Giro vanished towards Alpha Cal’s fortress. People around him began shouting, some Omegas were even panicking. But the Slaves, including Klea and Sasha, did not even halt for a second while doing their daily chores due to their fear of being whipped for the every minute they leave their post is equivalent to one strike. “The Shadows are here! The Shadow Rose Pack is here!” The shriek of the people didn’t stop Ansel from gathering a bucket of water from the well nonetheless. He’s no longer a Beta; he’s an Omega now. And
Cal Steele’s eyes went wide, throat bobbing and brows knitting in confusion but he managed to let himself remain quiet. The Beta with wavy blonde hair is aware Giro and his fellow Betas are talking via their minds but he just smirks at them, yielding an expression of ‘you know it, don’t you?’ to Giro. Giro blinked back in a way that said ‘I know you are here to kill him and I thank you. Cal’s a pain in the ass anyway.’ The sound of rushing footsteps registered in their ears and the next thing they know, Ansel is standing before them, hand blazing in the light of a bright fire. “Where’s Cal?!” “Ansel—“ Giro was immediately in front of him. But the other Shadow Rose Betas have shifted in their enormous wolf forms, their sizes nearly as big as horses. The moon is just brightly shining above the night, its light aiding them. “You are not allowed to enter while the Shadow Rose Alpha and Fire Moon Alpha are discussing business.” It
Eighteen Years Ago…In the cold ground of the abode of the Fire Moon Pack, where the night’s breeze howled gently, Sheila Swann is dressed in blood—literally. The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting and drinking. Laughing and merry-making. But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby girl, this is not a celebration. This shouldn’t be even full of smiles and cackles. “This should be a bloodbath,” she inhaled. “Oh really? You must be that bitter to say that, Sheila Swann...” Celine Amberr’s voice is rough and dry. Her former bestfriend then gave her a mirthless grin. “You must be brimming with jealousy because Alpha Jonas chose me over you, who originally happened to be his mate.” Clasping the snow of the winter ground, Sheila could’ve choked Celine to the earth if it wasn’t for Alpha Jonas’ guards, their bodies are huge and hard. “This is a celebration, Sheila. Don’t make any scene. You’re lucky you a
“You shall be the Alpha if something ever happens to me or to my son before he’s born…” Those words reverberated in Beta Ariel’s ears days before this bloody night—this red wedding. He watched Sheila run away and vanished to that door and stared incredulously at Celine on the floor. “Be—Ariel…please.” He shook his head, whether in dismay or disagreement, no one knows. “Please save my son. Please call Jon—the Alpha.” One minute, her voice is jolly and vivacious towards Sheila. Now that she was on the threshold of dying, her voice was hoarse and in pain. Desperate. “Please. Just let my son live.” “I will.” That was the first lie Beta Ariel has ever uttered in the night where the constellations of Sagittarius and Capricorn collide. “Yes. I will, Celine. I will.”***“Your wife is dead, Alpha.” Jonas’ eyes squinted with silent anger. “Sheila Swann…” Beta Ariel cringed when she addressed Sheila by her full name. “She stabbed her belly. And s
It was raining hard. But Sheila Steele kept pushing. She screamed and cried and pushed again. The sound of rain going along with her broken shrieking voice. The rumbling of thunder and the flash of lightning made her childbirth more difficult to carry on. Alain, Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack that consists of the wolves who can manipulate the shadows and summon darkness, was on her side. Gripping her hand as if she was his wife—his Luna, his moon. A Beta of his entered, his black clothes and red umbrella made Alain blink. “The pack is worried about you, Alpha. You know this woman’s child is the blood of the Fire Moon Alpha.” “I know…” Alain murmured. “And I don’t care.” Alain just stared at his Beta’s incredulous look, whose lips are pursed and eyes gleaming in shock. “There are far more females in our pack that are willing to be your Luna.” His Beta pointed to Sheila. “This is not even your mate!” “SHE, Razel.” Al
Alain couldn’t bear to watch Sheila’s body. It was reeking of blood and weakness, tears and hopelessness. Her body was broken. Her skin was a sea of scars both fresh and old. Laying on the ground lifeless, Alain wept over her dead body, over the woman who was only able to come in the borders of the Shadow Rose Pack for the first and last time. As if Alain was only meant to touch and see her for a minute then she was gone in a heartbeat. “Alpha…” But Alain didn’t dare to look at behind him, to the Beta who bears a message so crucial. “Alpha—“ “Go away!” Nothing can beat a man so woeful than a cry so sorrowful. “The Fire Moon Pack’s banished…they are here now and—” “Can’t you see I’m mourning early in the morning?!” “But Alpha Alain—” “I have no time for business now. Go, while you can.” Alain finally turned his head and a piercing glare made the Beta shiver for a second. “Yes, Al
Alain, kneeling by the Verdean Forest’s soil, stared incredulously at the dead and mangled bodies of the Fire Moon Pack’s Alpha and Luna. Dismembered and torn apart, stabbed and cut piece by piece. They are unrecognizable if not for their scent. Alain shook his head, unbelievable that one’s own pack members can do that to their leader. ‘That’s why you should always treat your fellow wolves properly,’ Orlon, his fierce and unyielding wolf, muttered. “Go and summon Katharine,” said Alain to Apollo. “Tell her we have two lifeless sacrifices for today.” Razel watched as Apollo vanished beyond the shade of huge trees. Apollo was once from the Fire Moon Pack, banished by the Alpha that came before Alpha Jonas for discovering that his Luna was in love with Apollo. “Take away all their clothes.”Alain gazed at the dead bodies of the Alpha and Luna, both reeking of a foul smell that one wished to never breathe again. “Burn their appare
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