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
Cassian's POVThe urgency at which I climbed into the room, brushing the bartender aside, baffled me. Up until now, fighting for the throne of my father was the last time I'd ever been this riled up. This demonic zeal to claim something I almost couldn't do without. To lay down all I'm worth at the table of desire. My beast seized the cue to switch sides, panting on the defensive with claws flashed. I attempted to pass a clear-cut warning to the man on whose scrawny laps I found Rhoda, but it came out in a repressed growl, "Get your filthy hands off my girl." Hunched with a leaven of raw rage, I snarled to the four posts bed beside the wall to do more than getting Rhoda off the old fool's lap. Wrapped up in the fury of my mind, I was much less aware of the brunette sitting on a chair across a table piled up with bundles of scrolls. A jar of ink, and a quill sat in the midst of the untidy table."Easy, Stranger," the big man placed a hand on my shoulder, holding me back. "Don't be ra
Cassian's POV"I'll not concede to this balderdash!" Lord Logan raved, red in the face. He turned to Trisha and said, "word about you was that you're a strict business woman, and it was in that faith I made transactions with you. I paid in full to have that whore as my sex slave," he pointed at me and continued, "he's an Alpha doesn't mean he can come in here to bully me and ruin my night! You must honour your word! This is a gross slap to my calibre!""Do not talk to me in that manner," I stepped forward, fuming with bottled rage. I don't know how long I can hold up my beast. Calling our female a whore to our face was not the kind of compliment we were okay with. "Trust me when I say this, there won't be a third time."Truth be admitted, Rhoda was the sole reason this old man wasn't dead yet. Doesn't he have a mate? He stood up to me, as if he could really stand up to me. "And what will you do, uhn? You're no Alpha of mine. I kneel and bow to Alpha Kazamir alone." He spoke his next w
Olive's POVThe day of the execution finally came. The pack gathered at the castle gate, caroused in heavy pelt and leather coats, facing a fairly large raised platform on which a guillotine stood erect. The elders and nobles stood to the left of the platform, while the commoners maintained the right. Separating them were the pack Standing rigid between Orvyn and Conrad, I scanned the crowd, looking for the puerile faces of children, but I found none. I applauded Orvyn for leaving out the innocent pups from the execution. In retrospect, my father would have done otherwise. Back home, father would summoned the entire pack, including the children, to witness an execution."A good soldier must not be afraid of death," he'd say. "Learn to be at peace with your ultimate enemy and you'll kiss it on the lip with a smile on your face." Up until now, the true meaning of his words evaded me. I was four years old when I saw an executioner's axe descending on a man's neck. Blood bubbled from his
Olive's POVWhat could they be doing here? How did they get past the border undetected? My insides knotted and my throat went dry. The Mutes were a notorious duo, known across the realm for their bestiality and ruthlessness in killing their victims. More than spies, The Mutes have built for themselves quite an insalubrious reputation to make even an Alpha gulp in fear.Whoever they have have their eyes upon was as good as dead, sooner or later. For them to be here, it means their target was here. And with the intensity at which they were looking at Orvyn, it means only one thing..."Oh no," I mumbled. The notion frightened me to the point of wilting. "Orvyn's life is in danger.""Princess?" Conrad noticed the change in my mood. "Is everything all right?""No, it's not." I lifted the helms of my dress and ran up the steps to meet Orvyn. He was still addressing his pack members, putting their fears at bay, planted by Elean's last words. Grumbles and murmurs erupted from the crowd belo
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