Moraine chuckled as she smoothened Ava's black hair. The casually dressed Moraine was making sure her best friend, Ava, was good to go while she admired her beauty at the same time.Ava checked out her black gown once again, " you sure he'll like this?"," Fret not, he's my brother, and I know what he likes," she said, smiling at her.Ava smiled feeling reassured, " I thought I lost him, I'm so happy "," And you didn't, you don't think I'm going to let some loser be with my brother? You are the perfect match for him"," I know right ", Ava grinned ear to ear, " I think I'm good to go"," I think so too; now let's go get what belongs to you, "Moraine winked at her smiling and causing Ava to blush.She quickly sprayed a rose perfume on her, and they both chuckled before exiting the room and heading towards the study room where Damien was.Ava could feel her heart pounding so hard in her chest; she had anticipated and imagined this day so much that it had worn off. She had always had ey
The werewolf guarding Elora's cell bowed before Damien who permitted him to rise. He looked towards Elora's cell and saw nothing but darkness." Why is her room so dark?", he asked while he stood under the dimlit bulb." That's the rule here, that every murderer must be kept in darkness till judgment day."Damien sighed feeling so uncomfortable about it, " I'd like to see her"," Are you sure? My lord?"," Why?"," I don't think she's in her right mind; she has gone crazy."Damien furrowed his brow, looking confused; he looked at Luke and turned back to the guard. " Well, a lady who went on a killing spree on her wedding day is definitely a crazy one", Luke said with a shrug.Damien eyed him, not liking the way he said that, but it was true, so he said nothing." That's not what I mean", the guard said," What are you saying then?", Damien asked," She has been talking to herself since, yelling and screaming and talking to no one but herself; it's like she's communicating with someon
" Your friend, "Naya said, " your best friend, Scarlett, is her?"." Who?".Elora asked but felt Naya grow quiet, and Elora could feel that she had something she wasn't saying." Do you remember her now? The lady you forsake?"," I did not forsake her"," Oh really?".Naya's face that dropped could not be seen cause she was now in someone else's body, but her feelings were still alive; she felt guilty. Unable to look up, her low voice said," I remembered the gods telling me she died, I checked the scroll and saw her, and the mistake I made"," What mistake?".She does not know how to break the statement to Elora, but her divinity and purity do not permit her to lie. Elora stood patiently, waiting for her to say whatever nonsense she wanted to say, but it wouldn't change her feeling of hatred for her." That Alpha..is not Scarlett's mate".The folded arms beneath Elora's breasts dropped weakly. Her arms dropped to her side and her eyes held real shock. Her heart started pounding so ha
It was finally the day. Elora stood behind the cold cell, watching the beard guard unlock the cell's gate. This was when she realized what day it was. She had been unable to view the sun, the moon, nor the sky for who knows how long, but she knew immediately the cell's door was opened, that it was her judgment day.Her chest heaved heavily as the guard cuffed her wrist with heavy chuffs and dragged her out of the cell with the chain. A minute, her heart would feel hot and the next minute, it would feel so blank. She kept feeling this way all through the way, while she also ignored Rionaya's discomfort with being handcuffed.Elora thought she could maintain this blankness on her face and heart, but the moment she stepped into the chamber, her heart skipped so hard that she thought it would stop her breathing. But still, she tried to maintain the blankness on her face.She bowed her head as she was dragged into the courtroom, the perfectly circular chamber. Her ears could hear the murmu
" This is not true! My daughter is not ill; she's purely evil", Docherty flared up desperately, " and I'm sure this is also part of her scheme."Damien turned sharply at Docherty in disbelief. He had thought he'd have support from her father, but he wasn't expecting such a remark." Her father is denying this report", the hair councilor said and turned to Docherty, " why do you believe your daughter is not ill?"," Because I know it when she's ill"," Was your daughter not involved in some recent accident whereby the doctor said she hit her head and couldn't remember what happened before the accident", Damien stated,Docherty stammered, " y.yeah but the doctor also said she's okay, she never revealed that she's battling with some other personality"," Or is it that you weren't observant or care enough about her?"," Of course I do; I've loved her since her birth."" And yet, you don't know when she's ill"." I am not ill", Elora fired, her cold statement cutting the words between the
The hostility in every fiber of her words was strong with heavy craziness for vengeance, but he smirked and said, "Sorry, but you won't be able to do that. Cause you won't be dying ".Every head turned towards him immediately including the surprised Elora." I told you that you don't even deserve death. Here's my judgment ".If a pin fell in the room, everyone would hear it through the immense silence as every eye was focused on Larsen. Hearts were pounding fast, fear was gripping the bodies of some, some were desperately hoping for something brutal, and the silence of Larsen was breaking through barriers and cutting through chests." You shall be enslaved", his words cut through the silence, " you shall become the pack's slave, wash the feet of a vagrant, serve the packs during ceremonials, you shall do the beddings of slaves. You shall become the rag every werewolf trampled upon."And then he stamped the ruling." Ehh? No, no, no, that can't be happening", Naya yelled in her head.
Jordan and his friends watched her being stoned till she was thrown into the van before walking to where they parked their cars." Do you guys think this is safe?", Matthew asked rubbing his face with his palm worriedly," What?", Jordan asked," This judgment, do you guys think it's going to stop her? You heard all she said inside", " You need to stop getting worked up over nothing, what can she do while being a slave, not just any slave, the Obsidian Wraith slaves, it's like a death sentence ", Hort said," But it's not a death sentence, she could still do something "," Can you stop worrying yourself over nothing, Matthew, she's chained down, what more could she do?", Tom attacked feeling angered by his cowardly remarks," Are you kidding me? Don't underestimate that bitch. Do you hear her voice inside when she speaks? There was venom in her voice, in her tone, and I can't seems to shake it out of my core"." That's because you're a coward "," How dare you call me a coward? Was H
They felt the van finally come to a stop after a long drive; with their eager ears and pounding chests, they heard the clattering sounds of the van chain coming off, and in the next seconds, the van door opened." Out everyone!", the guard standing outside the van ordered rigorously.Elora dragged herself up wearily alongside the others, and one after the other, they stepped out of the van. Elora's half-opened eyes adjusted to the environment's light. Now fully opened, she looked around the huge environment, standing before the gate that was beside a modern castle. She looked up at the huge mansion that was so breathtaking." Is this where we're coming to?" she asked herself in surprise, looking at the house of a blending of gothic and modern architecture painted in sparkling black.After the guards made sure there was no one left in the van, they turned towards the handcuffed werewolves." Follow me", one of the guards ordered and led them through the black gate, leading them to a ne
" How will you help me?" Elora asked turning to Larsen one more time." Not here," with that, he pulled her away from the upper floor, and they both walked out of the clubhouse.After getting seated in the car that started moving as soon as the door was closed, Larsen said to her," In what way do you want me to help you? If you want him dead, I can promise to deliver his head to you in the morning,"" No," she shook her head, " I don't want him dead."A little surprised, he turned to look at her; he had seen her kill Elia's guest, sentenced because she killed some as well, and now she doesn't want him dead? Is he because he's her mate." Ain't you discriminating?" he asked sounding offended," In what way?"" You want to seek revenge; you killed others but did not want to kill him. Do you still love him?"" What? No way, not anymore,"" You sure?."She looked at him, "More than a hundred percent; I feel nothing but hatred towards him; he betrayed me, he betrayed my love and trust, an
" You're not here for stripping; you're here as a sex slave," he said and pushed her into the room full of moans, grunts, groans, and the sound of slamming skins.Like he knew she'd scream next, he quickly covered her mouth and muffled the scream. Elora's eyes were widely opened upon the sight before her, she felt her blood drained to her stomach and her head spin. It was an open sex room where they'd see one another having sex, freely exchange the ladies, and have sex however or whoever they wanted or desired." Do you know how much this section makes a day?" he whispered to her ear, " twenty million dollars and each sex slave at least receives seventy thousand dollars a day, none of them are any of my slaves, they came to work out of their addiction, some to pay off debts, some for their family, but you? You'll be doing it for free."Elora felt her world crumbling, every cell in her body was screaming, and her legs were inching to run as fast as she could. She? Here? With these ani
Hour after hour, after minutes of thorough body scrubbing, pedicure and manicure was done, painting of the nails with fine paint, drying the hair and styling it more beautifully, applying some light makeup on her, and finally clothing her in a very beautiful black gown with silver beads adorned on it. It was an off-the-shoulder dress with a simple cut to the thigh; the dress fitted her body, displaying her shape to the waist region.After sliding her feet into the silver t-strap peep-toe platform heels and putting on silver earrings, a full-standing mirror was placed in front of her to check herself out." Is it to your standard?" the stylist asked cautiously.Elora gasped, looking at herself in the mirror; she knew she was always a beautiful lady, but this look she was staring at was on another level. She looked breathtaking, stunning to earth.~ holy moon! Is this my vessel?~ Naya asked after exclaiming.Elora's hand slowly moved towards her face as she stared at the mirror with par
Elora walked into the study room after Larsen, she stood with her arms folded beneath her breast while she glared across the room at him.Larsen sat quietly behind his study desk before finally looking up at her to ask if she slept well when he saw her murderous glare fixed on him." Why are you frowning?"" None of your business."A disbelief scoff escaped from his lips as he heard her cold, angry response. She looked away from him angrily." Did you just say none of my business?"" Why? Is it?" she looked at him giving him a weird angry expression," Some nerves you've got there."She looked away still frowning." I asked you a damn question," he asked, his baritone voice getting more rigid," Why should I answer you?" she turned back at him, shaking her head as she spoke with a mockery expression, turning her eyes and her nose moving funnily, "Why are you frowning? Who was the one frowning this morning? You refused to answer my greeting and even called me stupid so it's none of you
Elora headed back to the mansion to carry out her duty; this time, she entered the room without feeling nervous about facing Larsen. She entered the room without knocking and met him checking himself out in the mirror, all dressed in black trousers and a shirt." Oh," she mouthed, not expecting to see him still in the room, " good morning, Alpha."She greeted, and he turned towards her and looked away coldly without giving a response. Elora pouted, not understanding why he did not respond. She made to start cleaning the room when her toe bumped into the wooden edge of the bed." Ouch!!," she winced, grabbing her toe that felt like it was about to come off." Stupid," Larsen uttered and exited the room without paying her a second glance.Elora exclaimed in disbelief. She scoffed, and her face furrowed deeply in a frown." Didn't I tell you? He's such a jerk," she fumed, " what exactly did I do this time? I didn't look for trouble, so why didn't he answer me? Why is he so cold?" she ne
Her beauty is nothing like Elora's; neither does she have anything in common with her other than the blonde hair. He couldn't keep his mind off Elora, her pure and innocent face and smiles, her fierce character that was so unique and interesting. He missed her; he missed her so much that it made him angry.Why did she have to do that? Why did she have to ruin everything they'd built just like that as if it meant nothing to her?It makes him angry, it makes his blood boil, and he wants to do everything to make her regret making him feel this way.He trailed his thumb through Moraine's cheeks, that's so smooth and ran his eyes over her face; though she was not as beautiful as his Elora, he couldn't deny she was also a goddess herself." You're beautiful," his husky voice whispered as his thumb landed on her lips that parted slightly upon his touch.They locked eyes and stared into the lust that gradually consumed them. Moraine blinked her eyes, clearing her throat and she moved her face
Kesler and Damien cheered to the moon, sitting beside each other at the well-covered round table. Every werewolf was in a celebratory mood; howls and low yips were indistinct to their ears as they were both concealed in their thoughts. A lot of werewolves have gathered at Kesler's pack to celebrate, including Damien, who looked forward to the day he'll rank higher, and werewolves would also come to his pack to celebrate the moon. " I can't shake him out of my mind, Damien," Kesler began, " the humiliation, his tone and eyes, I'm not going to let this go," " I already had the feeling it wasn't going to be easy, but never had the idea he was going to be that ridiculous," " He just didn't want to sell her, or he's just wanting to assert his domination and authority like he always does, that arrogant scum," Kesler gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, the thought of the humiliation causing his blood to boil each time he recollects. " Because of him, I can't seem to enjoy the night,
Now it was Larsen's turn to be confused. He stared back at her in the not-so-bright room, squatting close to her enough to hear her words that were almost like whispers." Why are you confusing me?" she asked feeling so exhausted." How am I confusing you?" he asked back genuinely," I don't know, I don't if to hate you or not, I don't know if you're innocent or not, one minute you're soft, the next, you're the most annoying alpha ever,"" I thought you hated me. You've hated me from day one, so how come you don't know if to hate me," he asked in a soft tone that was almost seducing her." I misunderstood you, I thought you ordered the game that killed many werewolves the second day I arrived,"" Seriously? And you hated me because of that?"" Not only that, but you're also very annoying," she said looking away, " and why did you bring me here?"" Looks like you needed it,"" How did you know that?"" It was written all over you,"" Why did you care?."Larsen sighed from the questions
She heard Naya in her head, but she couldn't move; she couldn't do anything with her eyes fixed on her father. Elora has imagined this moment a thousand times—what she would say, how she would act, how she'd yell, what she'd ask him, how she'd scream or break down. But now, standing before the man who had stolen the life of her mother, the man who had stained her childhood love and memories with blood and betrayal, she felt… nothing. And everything. All at once.Elora felt a storm brewed in her chest, violent and suffocating, hatred crawled through her veins like fire, scathing every cell in her body. Her heart pounded erratically as if it couldn't decide between shattering or bursting into flames. She could still hear the whimpers of that night, all over again, replaying so clearly and vividly like it happened the day before—the shaking legs of her mother pinned to the floor, the hands of her best friend pinning her legs, and the image of his father when he strangled her. The images