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
The young man's gaze fell on the girl in the corner, straight and undisguised. Beta’s eyes meeting a Slave’s eyes. “Sasha…” “Beta Ansel,” she greeted while lowering her head. “No need to be so formal…” Ansel laughed but Sasha’s head remained bowed down. “…Sasha.” “You are the Beta, Ansel,” she eyed him slowly. “And I am but a Slave.” Ansel sucked a breath. But Sasha, whose birthday will be a few hours from now, didn’t even sigh. “I see,” he looked at her mud-filled hands. “I presume Alpha Cal would never let you be a normal Omega then, at least with that you’re higher than your status as a Slave.” Sasha just gave him a tight nod, scoffing. “A Slave will always be a Slave.” When she was about to turn away, Ansel grabbed her arm even before she could blink. “I also know how it feels to lose a father, Sasha.” “You already gave your condolences to me last night, Ansel.” Sasha paused, lifting he
She almost forgot that it’s her birthday if it wasn’t for the Beta smiling in front of her. “Thanks. I guess…” Ansel arched his brow. “‘I guess’? What kind of thanks is that?” Sasha shrugged, not knowing what to feel and what to say. “A gratitude from a lowly slave.” “Here we go again.” Ansel just eyed her for a heartbeat, sighing. “Will you at least put on a happy face on your eighteenth birthday and stop whining about being a Slave?! I promise, if I become an Alpha, I will make you the Queen of this pack.” Sasha chuckled. “You have a way with words,” she bit her fingers in order to stop her tears from falling. “But we both know it’s just a mere wish—a whisper and hope under the sea of stars that will never come true.” “Nothing is impossible,” Ansel countered. “But everything is not possible as well.” Sasha didn’t so much as glance at Ansel when she laid her head atop the two clothes that serve as her
Ansel was on fire like the candle in the lamp. This was his first time, and her first time. Their first time ever together, bodies danced to the song of pleasure. Clothes discarded on the cold floor covered by the darkness of the night. “Dawn is nearing,” Sasha murmured between Ansel’s flesh. “Who cares about the dawn?” She shrugged, letting his material slide inside her mouth again. Devouring him whole, tongue playing and lingering. “Even if vultures surround us, we have all the time in the world, Sasha.” “We don’t.” Sasha released him and sat. Though Ansel’s weight made the half of her body still pinned on the hay earth. “Am I going too fast? Am I too big?” Sasha shook her head in answer. “No. Can’t you see the sky from the window? It’s already the break of dawn!” But the Beta pressed his hand on her bosom and entered at her back, continuing their interaction. She sighed and just laid he
Sasha is shaking, her body unable to get a grip of its own. But she ignored the throbbing of her heart. Ignored the beads of sweat that threatened to blurry her vision. Ignored the little voice inside her head to get the shard of the vase she slid inside her pocket and plunged it deep in the Alpha’s dark heart. She remained stiff and frozen to the bed where Cal had thrown her. “Judging by your face…” she felt a dark caress in her skin courtesy of the Alpha’s heavy hand. “You’re not really the one who broke that ancient thing, aren’t you?” Her lips remained pursed. She denied speaking even when asked by him. All Sasha did was let her tears stream down her face and accept whatever punishment Cal would bestow her. “You’re still not answering me.” The sea of silence becomes deeper, spreading between them second by second. “How many times have I told you to ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK!!!” Cal is already gripping her jaw, squeezing her face unt
Sasha wished she never lied that she was the one who broke the vase. She should have not welcomed Ansel at midnight, eaten his cake and made love with him for the first time. “Alpha…” Sasha whimpered, bile rising up her throat. She must endure the pain; she is Cal’s property. She has no freedom. She has no right to tell the Alpha to stop. Above all, her life has never been hers in the first place. The Alpha can just end her life any second. Sasha is at Cal’s mercy, and she deserved this. All of this. She should have listened to her thoughts yesterday: once a Slave, always a Slave. Glancing up at Ansel, she smiled at him.Weakly. Giving him a look that says “I told you we can never be together.” She watched as Ansel’s fingers curled at his side, his expression stoic and deadly—the face of a warrior and killer. She whipped her head behind her, where Cal was laughing devilishly, relishing the tightness of her flesh and the blood that splayed her skin.
Cal is raping her in front of him. Before his eyes. In his very presence. In a fucking bright afternoon, where all can hear Sasha’s distorted shriek and cry to stop. The Alpha is hurting her—the woman he promised to protect even with his last breath. The young lady whom Warner Forster left in his care. Yet he failed. He failed to protect her and even show his love for her other than the lustful thrusts his cock has made inside her. And now, Cal is playing with her, torturing her with his every breath. Cal had long been torturing her ever since he seized the crown and throne from Alpha Ariel, Ansel’s beloved father, and proclaimed himself as the ‘rightful’ leader of the Fire Moon Pack. He has brought this upon her—upon both of them. All he thinks is about himself: his honor, his name, his reputation as a Beta and the supposed heir of the Alpha if Cal didn’t slit his father’s throat. Cal is a murderer and a rapist.
“You must be relieved that I did not demote you as a Slave like your whining pup!” Ansel endured the one hundred whipping of Cal, orchestrated by Giro, his most loyal bestfriend. The silver-edge of the whip carved his back, bleeding it like watercolor in a canvass. But his head remained lifted. Ansel’s expressions did not so much as falter. ‘I will not yield.’ Those words reverberated in his mind. ‘I do not yield.’ Cal demoted Ansel for a week as an Omega, where he will be denied of his former privileges as a Beta and live and act and breathe as an Omega for seven days. Though Cal can bury Ansel alive, he still needs two Firestarters—Giro and Ansel. That punishment was a mere show-off to display his dominance, his Alpha-ness. His brutality and devilish works. In the corner, with his arms crossing as the healers tended to his burnt woods, Alpha Cal was smirking, savoring the moment that he was finally able to whip the son of