The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVI couldn't stop blaming myself for what happened to Orvyn. It's a miracle he's alive. Usually, during a battle of immortals, decapitation was the best method to certify death. It's a good thing Conrad got to him earlier before Alpha Cassian could finish him off. I paced about the well-furnished room that used to be my prison, which had now been transformed into my quarters. Under Orvyn's command, the drapes had been changed to a golden kashmir material. A bigger and more comfortable bed replaced the old cranky bed that had seen better days. A quilt overlaid the new bed with sunflower patterns woven into it. The paints were changed into a golden brown, which blended with the dark brown rug on the floor. An arm-length white oaken table replaced the old swinging stool. Four chairs were tucked under the table at every wing. I'd wanted just two chairs, since I was the only one in the room- for now. But Orvyn had insisted on decorating t
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVI dipped my head to taste the floral flavours between her parted lips. She was the perfect description of drop-dead gorgeous. Her crimson hair was wound up across her shoulders in waves, casting a dense shadow on the narrow column of her neck.She met my lips halfway, offering herself willingly to me. My wolf lunged on a rampart to take her whole. I could feel it pumping more healing juice all through my body at the contact of Olive's lips on mine. Our tongues lapped madly in a wild dance and I knew she wanted me as I do her. I slipped my left hand over her shoulder and clasped the back of her neck in a firm but tender grip.Jesus! How I missed this female! A desirous moan from her precipitated a guttural groan from me. The days without Olive were the most depressing days of my life. A week without her felt like a prolonged century of suffering.Emilia knew a tad bit about roots and herbs. My gashes on my legs were completely cover
Olive's POVI drew in a long breath, staring at the stone ceiling. Every nerve endings, every cell, every inch of life in me came alive. My wolf paced about restlessly, increasing my heart rate by a pound. I'd waited long for this day to come, and now that it was here, I was uncertain of what to do.A groping turmoil lacerated my calmness. The ecstacy of what to expect from him left me at the edge of the unknown. Whatever he'd do to me, I had no choice than to trust him. He's not Alpha Cassian. He's not my father. He'd rather hurt himself than push me off the ledge without him. "Trust me, Princess," I pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, fanning my wet folds with his warm breath. "I'm going to make it feel like the first time. He hurt you, but I won't."Catching me unaware, I felt a tingling sensation across the inside of my folds. The heavens and the realm passed away. Pleasure dominated fear, and all I could mutter, fisting the blankets with intensity was, "I trust you." "Tha
Orvyn's POVA knock from the door snapped us back to reality. What a bad timing! This was the hour Conrad visited to give me reports about the pack, and I'd carelessly forgotten. My sac was swollen with release, my dick veined to the crown. Shit! "This is not over." I reached for her gown at the foot of the bed and threw it at her. A pang of pain, swatted my thighs at different points. A while ago, the pain was lost in the wind of pleasure. Satisfying my female tamped the pain just fine. "Who's at the door?" She threw herself into the gown, adjusting the shoulders and the sleeves. Guilt and fear scrunched up her oval face, as she flipped her hair backward, running her fingers into through the tangled ends. "Are you expecting someone?""Orvyn?" A deep grumble rang outside the door. "Can i come in? We have something to talk about, and it's urgent."I reached for my briefs and shirt, and in the speed of light, I was dressed, tucked in bed like an innocent criminal. Olive's helped to sm
Kazamir's POVOne glance at the note, and I knew it was forged. That was not Elean's handwriting. It is either his cover had been blown, or perhaps, he'd join hands with Orvyn. I cannot be fooled. A century and a decade alive had taught me better than letting little pointers go unchecked. "This is not from Elean. The indentations of his handwriting has been altered. Something must have happened to him." I said to the scouts that brought me the note.A couple of weeks later, my enforcers met me in my chamber to have a closed door meeting with me. I let Drustian skip this one. He was busy training the men at the bailey. The clanging or metal and the charge of frosty exertions frizzled my nerves to no end. Alpha Cassian would think me a big fool, if he thought I wasn't aware of the shadow he planted on my heels. But I have a plan of my own. My improved hearing caught every step of Alphonso's feet, tiptoeing behind us. As we speak, his ears are plastered against the door, sifting what
Cassian's POV"Impossible! Alpha Orvyn is alive?!" I startled, staring Alphonso square in the eye across the red oak. His face was straight, rid of doubt. He couldn't have survived the strike. No supernatural creature in the realm.had the power to pull out the dagger. How could that be? It wasn't impossible for Orvyn to house a witch, regardless, the powers of a witch are far below the supremacy of Endor.I leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. Alphonso had brought report of the investigation, to my chambers. The news of Alpha Orvyn being alive still left me rattled. I dug the blade deep into his chest. How did he... "Are you certain of what you heard from Kazamir? Perhaps, you misconstrued his claim of death for life." I tempered my voice to a whisper, speaking between gritted teeth. "I plunged the dagger into his chest with my own hands. There's no way in hell he could have survived that!""Alpha Kazamir was very sure about his claim, My Lord. It's crystal clear that Alpha O
Cassian's POVWhile Alphonso attended to Mount Cara, I sought an avenue to satisfy my cravings. At dark, I stole out of my lonely chambers to the whorehouse just outside the castle walls, donned in a hooded fur coat. Taking the east wing through the frosty rocky lane, I humped down to the buzzling house.The snow was heavy that night, determined to bury any object in sight. There was hardly any sign of life loitering the night. At a time as this, hot soup was the best and first choice, while others opted for a blazing release.Those others is where I fall.Rhoda. I'd never desired someone this much; not even Olive. There's something about this whore Olive was lacking in. I can't place a claw on it now, but I'm about to find out. I approached the door to the storey, adjusting the hood of my coat. On a night like this, in a place like this, secrecy was key. I won't be surprised if Alpha Kazamir have his men strapped to my heels.The chronic scent of booze and sex obstructed my airway.
Cassian's POVI followed obediently behind him, taking each step with a slight creak in response. I gathered the coat over me, blanketing a greater part of my face as the coat would allow. We appeared into a hallway with rooms on both sides of the wall, as we headed down the narrow hallway. I trust the big man to lead me to his sister without playing pranks on me. I placed my hand over the hilt of my dagger snagged to my side under my coat. I always have it handy for self defense. Where claws ended, a double edged Venus sliver blade assumed the spotlight.The had no doors for privacy. Transparent colourful linens hung above the entryway to each room, revealing the rumbustious activities happening withing each room.The scent of fresh oil and spilled cum swam mingled with the screams and lavish grunts of "Fuck!" "Suck that dick!" "Bend over!" And other profanities that were a norm in a whore house. I was aware of the faintest thrusts- blame it to my already burgeoning cock. From the