The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"I shall kill Kazamir for defiling his own daughter!" I fumed, slamming the cup of wine in my grasp against the rectangular oak in my chambers, sloshing the content. "He must die by my hands!"I couldn't bear to look the princess in the eye. There was much sorry in her eyes too great for her shoulders to bear. Being the daughter of a powerful Alpha, one would have resigned to the conclusion that she was the most favored of all the realms. But little did they know that beneath her glistening pale skin was a heart longing for freedom.That night at the Black Forest, she had been running away from something, as though a predator was on her tail. Now, it occured to me that I did her a favour by bringing her to the castle with me- well, by capturing her against her will, if I must be clear.From the few encounters we've had, it was glaring she was reluctant to return. For a boisterous lady like her, I expected her to have attempted an es
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVWe bounded down the stairs into the courtyard, my thoughts spiralling into a tornado. Any man of Mortem with his sanity in him would never step his feet into my house on his own accord. Except apprehended by a bounty hunter and sold to a slave master, he was only seeking death."What does he want here? I whispered to Conrad. "Is he in his right senses?""That, I'm not sure of.""Could he be a spy from Kazamir?""That's what we're about to find out."The guards pushed the mighty double doors apart for as, as we cornered the castle keep to the left, heading for the cave that led to the tomb of the past Alphas of Vagamor. Deep into the tomb, the dungeon was carved out of a mountain. With little ventilation, and no sunlight, it was hell on earth. At the mouth of the cave, two burning torches hung on a metal rack on either side of the stone walls. The two guards before us nodded at the rugged keepers of the dungeon, Octavius and Lucius,
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVA week has passed since I saw Orvyn. If anything to go by, our last encounter- the foreplay at the pool- drifted us apart. Everyday, the gulf between us seemed to yawn wider and wider. He would not come to see me as his manner was, and because I'm still his prisoned guest, as he fondly described me, my movement around the keep was restricted.I wake up each day longing to smell the scent of his body; to pass my fingers over the sturdy outline of his frame, and rest my head on his baked chest.One night, I dreamt Orvyn and I sat in a valley of lilies, with twin cubs between us. The boys had the face of Orvyn, but had my eyes and hair colour. There was no father, no war, and no hell barking down on us. The scenery was sunny and perfect, until I woke up wishing it was real.If wishes were horses.But on the flip side, Emilia has been the closest companion I'd had in these couple of weeks. If she wasn't there, I'd have lost my sanity to
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POV"I don't mean to interrupt. I came to ask the princess few questions." He said, dropping one of his hands to his side.His sun burn skin captured the subtle glow of the rising sun, accentuating the roundness of his biceps. With his long black hair neatly packed behind his head, the intricate angles of his diamond-shaped face caught my attention. His busy brows shaped above lashes too long to belong to a man betrayed the rigidity of his manly hollow cheeks and high cheekbones.A recalcitrant strand of hair fell over the anterior angle of his forehead, overlapping his left eye. Damn! This man is beautiful. A band tightened in my chest, my lungs constricting into tight knots of longing and emptiness. Alpha Orvyn was stealing the air I breathe, and I hated the way he made me feel vulnerable and stupid.Not to appear less of myself, I ran my fingers hastily over my hair, and tucked few strands behind my ear. Fuck! I'm still in my nightgo
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVSpying on my father's spy? I've never heard anything more absurd and unrealistic my entire life. Keeping the spy incarcerated in the dungeon, or outrightly killing him would save Orvyn the sweat of tending a venomous snake under his arm. This decision was so wrong in every sense, and I would have none of it."How do you plan on doing this?" I folded my across my chest. "My father is a vicious man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants. This spy is bad news, aren't you seeing that?" I brushed past him, and sat at the edge of the bed beside the stool that still had remnants of my breakfast on it.The aroma of the pork and brown bread swam into my nostrils invitingly, but Orvyn was driving me crazy with his crazy plan, that I failed to succumb."Look," he strode to my side, and knelt between my knees, holding my hands. "I know you must think me a fool because of the plan, but listen to what I have to say first, will you?"I rel
The House of Mortem; North of the RealmKazamir's POVI sat at the table with Drustian, gobbling up food, and drinking up wine in a frenzy. The new moon is nigh, calling unto me to pay my debt. Blood. My body craved it. I needed blood to douse my raging nerves. The witch had told me the consequences of my greed would far outweigh the power it would give me, but I was too adamant to listen.Too greedy to turn away from becoming the most powerful Alpha in the realm.Time was when I thought a werewolf was all it took to be poewrful, until I saw a were-lion take down a company of werewolves without sustaining more than a scratch that healed up like a mirage. He was frightfully invisible. Right there and then, I coveted the power, working out all schemes to be extraordinary."It's happening, Sire." Drustian reminded, looking down on me with pity.I hate pity. The more reason I fought to become powerful. By far, being feared was better than being pitied."I know," I broke off a joint from t
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"Are you mad? How can you believe all she told you without giving it a second thought?" Conrad blurted.He and I took a leisurely stroll outside the castle walls to walk the common market. It was dull chilly noon, and winter was here. Heaps of snow were shoveled to the corners of the market Street. Those who could afford a coat of fur had it draped over them to keep warm and cozy, while the others, mostly peasants, doubled their clothes with an extra piece of clothing. As we walked down the noisy market, glancing from one stall to the other, we couldn't avoid the incessant bows and constant "My Lord" from the pack members. "I know how it sounds. Yes, I should have investigated to know if it's true." I acknowledge the bow of a peasant Omega farmer, and continued with Conrad. "But she sounded so believable. I could feel it in her tiny voice that she was speaking the truth."He came up to my front, his breath forming into temporary clo
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"What!" Her eyes bulged with expected shock. "I can't come down with you. Leave me here in my room." She faced the window, fumbling with her fingers."That's the only way the elders will listen to me. If you tell them yourself, they might take your word for it.""Might, Orvyn. Might" she emphasized, turning to face me, exasperated and afraid. "As far as this goes, it's not a good plan. You can't bring me to the courtyard to convince your elders. I'm fine right here."I closed up the distance between us in gentle strides, pulling her closer by the waist. I'd almost forgotten how beautiful she was in the yellow cote she was putting on, with her auburn hair rolling down her shoulders in wild waves. I combed my fingers through her hair, parting the curly ends, awestruck at the silken texture.I trailed my fingers to the slope of her oiled neck, wafting in the smell of pressed olive oil on her skin. She shivered under my touch, closing h
Olive's POV"This is an outrage!" Archibald barked as the guards pulled him out of his house, together with his mate and son. "What is this about?" His angry eyes met Orvyn's frown. "I'm an elder of the Table. Why are you treating me like a criminal?!"Orvyn chose to remain silent, observing the situation keenly. Orvyn's turbulent emotions tugged at the mate bond, and I felt the urge to remind him I was here for him. He's angry someone in his pack- an elder at that- could abuse his kindness, choosing rather to betray him for my father.Conrad, Kent, Rufus, Walter, and a number of high ranking soldiers waited outside Archibald's house , while the guards ransacked every corner of his house to find any element of disloyalty that'd prove Alpha Cassian's story about the spy.I'm aware Archibald and Orvyn do not see eye to eye. He's Orvyn's major opposer during every council meeting, finding faults where none existed.Of course, anyone in Orvyn's place would nail the blame on Archibald. The
Cassian's POV"How long do I have to shout it to your fucking ears before you listen to me? Take me to your fucking Alpha, dummy!"I shouted, fuming behind the iron door. I knew the guard outside the door could fucking ear me. The nitwit chose to rather ignore me. There's no fucking time to waste loafing around. By now, preparations against the war should have begun. "Pipe down, man." For the first time since forever, the guard's reply came through the iron door. "My Alpha will come when he has your time. He's busy.""He's busy?!" I scoffed. Alpha Orvyn and Princess Olive are in the dark. They don't know what's coming, and they're not fucking ready to listen to me. "The only thing he should be busy about now is how to defend his House from the coming war!"Damnit! We're all going to die. Groaning, I channeled my frustrations to my fists and hauled it against the stone wall beside the door. The crunching sound of my knuckles against the hard surface reached my ears. A broke a bone or
Olive's POV I landed before the wall with a thud, causing the mud to absorb my boots. Albeit, my eyes remained on my target, unmoving. He and the girl were on their knees between four arm Vagamor soldiers with their hands tied behind their backs. The fucker suffered a split lower lip. Blood trickled out of his left temple, running down his hairy chin.Last time I saw him, he was clean shaven. Not that I cared about his appearance, though.I had a right to examine my kill.Bad blood is bad blood.My gaze shifted briefly to the terrified girl beside him. She'd sustained minimal injuries compared to the dickhead. Her jaws dropped to the ground as her eyes widened in awe and fear, seeing me in full power.Alpha Cassian and the men had the same expression on their faces, although they tried to act tough.I jumped out of the mud stylishly, landing on a more solid ground few meters before them, eyes darkened with rage. I closed my eyes and allowed my powers take total control. I knotted
Olive's POVI was warped into oblivion before the guard ended his message. The room inexplicably became suffocating for me to breath in. My worn nerves came alive with an impossible strength; an unearthly surreal strength I was fast getting used to. See who came knocking right at the door.Fucking Alpha Dickhead Cassian.I saw white and my nostrils burned with rage, setting my entire system on fire as I recalled the hateful things he did to me. The contemptuous leer on his face when he ripped my clothes off me; the deplorable manner at which he parted my legs, cackling to his heart's content, while he pinned me to the bed with his hands on my wrists above my head. They all came rushing into my head in a barrage, fueling me with brute scorching rage.He violated me for hours, despite my agonizing pleas, squeezing the best out of my breasts . I begged him to reconsider until I felt something for him, but he only grew monstrous, turning def ears to all my cries.I thought of calling fa
Orvyn's POV "How is she?" I asked Emilia.She went round the bed in Olive's former room with a bowl of greenish concoctions in her hand. The same mixture she'd been feeding Queen Latifah for the past three days. Her face had totally healed from the pummeling Olive pelted on it, but she still lay unconscious.Olive and Princess Adelaide sat on either side of the bed, holding their mother's hand, physically distressed. Conrad and I stood side by side at the foot of the bed, comforting our mates when necessary in few words and subtle touches.She dropped the half-filled bowl on the nightstand beside the bed, heaving deeply, dark circles under her eyes. "She's a fighter. She'll come out of it when she wants to."Olive, who had understandably turned pale over the period turned to Emilia, "Are you trying to tell me you don't know when she'll open her eyes?" She climbed out of the bed and gripped Emilia's shoulder's, frightening the older woman. "Tell me, when will my mother be fully healed
Cassian's POVSoon, I was in the courtyard, standing at a large round table. Alpha Kazamir and his fucking Beta were waiting for me, together with three other men.I folded my arms across my chest, looking from one brazen face to the other. My pulse did a thump, as I settled my gaze on Alpha Kazamir. His black orbs seemed to pry into my eyes. Drustian told him; a certainty I was damn sure of.What now? My head to the gallows?"Why did you send for me?" I asked conversationally, cloaking my fear. It'd be game over, standing few inches from him, fidgeting. If today is judgement day, let it come...quick."Isn't it enough?" He said, wearing a cold smirk.Yup, he knew. Drustian told him."Look, I don't care what you want to do to me. Just make it quick. I'm tired of being humiliated like a fucking Omega," I resigned fearlessly.Where the boldness was coming from mattered less to me. I held on to it, teeth clenched.A friend crossed his face as he exchanged puzzled glances with the men at
Cassian's POVTilting my head, I essayed a chuckle. "You're joking, right?"I forced myself to believe she was not suggesting what I feared it sounded like. A year with Alpha Kazamir had told me he was not the type to be double-crossed. I know what the fucker was capable of, and I know the penalty for betraying him- death; a gruesome, bloody, slow passing away of the spirit from the body.She sat up and grabbed my hand in hers. "Hear me out first, and I'll let you take the final decision. Whatever you decide, I'll respect it, but I want you to think about it carefully before giving me an answer."She's fucking serious. "Okay. What have you been thinking about?" I asked calmly, in spite of my thudding heart.She licked her lips and exhaled sharply. Those pouty lips of hers had a permanent say on me. I don't mind her going on her knees between my legs the hundredth time, moaning on my cock. "Think about it, ever since the beginning of your parley with Alpha Kazamir, he'd never been co
Cassian's POV"Fuck!" I exclaimed huskily, eyes shut, head thrown back in ecstacy.Rhoda bobbed her head back and forth on my cock, swirling her tongue along the crown of my cock. She held the base of my cock with both hands, massaging my balls with her slender hands. Saliva slathered her fingers, adding an extra flavor of pleasure to the intimacy.Damnit! She's good with this thing.I weaved my hands into her scalp and pushed myself into her throat. She opened her jaws wider and braced her hands on my waist, her fingers digging into my butt.Sweat glistened on her body and I took a moment to admire how pretty she looked. "I can't stop wanting you," I groaned. "How can you be so fucking perfect? Are you even human?!"She looked up at me, smiling mischievously. When I thought I'd seen her at her best, she stood to her feet and pushed me to the bed with one finger.I fell back on the bed, meeting the lean smirk on her small lips. She climbed the bed and straddled her legs over my cock,
Olive's POVEvery evening had me sweating hard, hitting a dummy or doing some rigorous exercises. Quoting mother verbatim, she made me to understand that 'To whom much is bestowed, much is sacrificed.' True to her word, she showed no mercy.I thought Princess Adelaide was being hard on me, but mother topped the leaderboard as the most merciless trainer in the realm.At first, we began with push-ups, doing all available variations. My worst nightmare came to pass when she made me do knuckle push-ups. I was this close to losing it. The eyes watching us restrained me from shedding tears.Fuck!Whoever invented this damn exercise did it to shame the hell out of me.Other than the stress it caused on my chest and shoulder blades, it darkened my fingers and made my once pretty fingers ugly slender twigs. Although Orvyn never minded, in fact, he kisses them every night before we make out in bed, yet, the sight of my hands upset me. 'It strengthens your core and gives you more power to strik