Gia:I open my laptop, massaging my wrist before staring around in the bar, neon light flashes in my face and the soft blaring of Spanish music is making my headache, but I can’t resist a Friday night out in the bar.Since it's the weekend; the bar is flooding with people- mostly locals and tourists from other packs, and while I am at it. I can literally find a man to bang and have a one night stand with; it has been so long since I got laid.I grab the vodka tonic that the bartender made me and take a whole gulp. It burns at the back of my throat and I exhale through my nostrils, since I am seated in the empty booth in the back of the bar, from here I can see everyone, including the bartender at the counter who keeps flashing me crazy eyes.Too bad I am not into lanky dudes; my type is more of the broad-shouldered guys with tattoos. There’s something just so hot about ink scribbled on skin, and after all, my wolf is really horny tonight.My phone rings loudly and when I grab it on th
Irene:At seven in the morning, there’s a knock on my bedroom door. I sprint out of the bed, almost knocking over the lamp as I fling the door, only to meet Tyler.I hide the wave of disappointment as I stare at him. He’s holding two paper cups of coffee and I raise my brows, “Good morning, Irene. I hope you slept well.” He stretches the coffee cup.I take it, I did not sleep a wink at all because I still can’t get my mind over the intense rock-driving orgasm I got last night. He made me come with his fingers, no man has ever done that to me before. Last night was...How can I describe it? Intense, hard, heart pounding and so utterly good.Tyler clears his throat, trying to tell me he’s still standing there. “We have early morning training today, the art charity event is at ten, so we have at least an hour to practice, I will leave you to change.” I look down at my dress and blush; apparently I am still wearing the dress from last night.Tyler stands as I hurriedly take a shower, apply
Enrique:I keep glancing at the direction of the stairs, hoping that somehow Irene will return, she has been there for how long? Ten minutes. My eyes had been pinned on her throughout, I watched with a tick jaw as she looked at a particular painting with some kind of drawl in her eyes, and then she had chatted with Linda, Hunter’s wife.“Don’t you think, Alpha Enrique?” The man holding the glass of champagne asks with a smile, trying to confirm my words. I stare at the group of people crowding me.I don't hear a thing, because my mind has wander off to a particular woman who is stealing all my breath away, the way the gown hugs her petite curves, giving her that glint in her sparkling emerald orbs.Fuck....I glance around, no sign of her.“Excuse me, please.” I say to them, I find Hunter in a corner conversing with his wife, Linda. Though, there’s distance between them, sometimes I wonder if these two really married for love as he claims.“Tyler,” I almost bump into my Beta. “Where’s
Irene:“No.” I press my lips into a thin frown, staring at the Omega. “I can’t move to his room.” I shake my head, frowning deeply; why in the hell would Enrique make such an offer while I was asleep? So hell, forgive me if I woke up in my empty bedroom, and then the order that Enrique says that I should move to his room.“That was his order, Queen Irene.” I still cringe whenever someone refers to me as ‘queen’, maybe it’s because people don’t call me with respect in my old pack, anytime I hear it, it makes the inside of my stomach churn.I dismiss her, staring around the living room. The arts charity event is still going on since Enrique brought me home early. I sigh, picking up the cup of tea and taking a sip, anytime I remember what Dante did, my heart escalates in fear. He was controlling me; he wanted me to kill Enrique.‘Are you alright, Irene?’ My wolf, Ora, reaches out to me.‘I guess,’ I say to her, and then, my mind wanders off to Enrique, and his stupid order. Why will I mo
Enrique:I numb my chicken grilled sandwich quietly, while going through my phone, staring at my schedule. When I woke up, the side of the bed was empty, which meant Irene had wandered around. I overheard her telling Naya that taking a stroll helps clear her mind.I take a gulp from the mug of coffee, while stiffening a yawn. Tyler walks over to me, holding a bunch of folders to his chest; he slams them on the table.“This is what you asked for.” His voice is strained, I don’t blame him, he spent all yesterday scolding his sister.I take a look at the folders, holding them out one by one. The name Iris Costa is reflected on the paper, these are her medical records, ever since last night, and the way she seemed so emotional about her sister, I don’t know, I guess I just want to do something for her sister.I want to bring back her person.I begin to read her records: The cause of her sickness is unknown, one of those rare diseases that haven’t been experimented. At first, it began with
The Darkness:Clutching a mug of iced Americano, I watch as a group of women are laughing on their way to a truck. The purple-haired woman catches my attention, her laughter a jingle to my already wretched heart. From the sidewalk facing Chiara’s bakery, I can see all of them.But, they can’t see me. That’s always the best part, watching someone when they don’t even know you are there. The ginger haired one is Irene, hell, I almost stabbed her outright, the other raven haired woman with too much make-up is Naya, so poised and collected, she reminds me of someone I used to know.And, the sandy blonde haired woman is Chiara; she looks too gentle and young to be twenty-four: She is one of those people who looks like they can’t hurt a fly, but then again, looks can be deceiving, she’s married to a freaking chief warrior, it won’t be a surprise to learn that she can throw a dagger.“Darkness?” Red, my right hand man hums beside me. I take a sip from the mug, still staring right ahead.“
Irene:For one week, Enrique’s absence hangs in the air of the pack-house. I take the days to get to know some of the pack-house’s Omegas; I had lunch with Linda yesterday and a deep nice chat with my brother, Alejandro since he’s set to leave tomorrow. Next tomorrow is his coronation and I haven’t heard a word from either of my parents, either they have chosen to ignore me, or they simply don’t care, I have no idea, still. Their rejection hurts. The only reason I am attending the coronation is to make sure Elva is okay, and besides, I care about my brother.Today, Linda is giving me a tour of her art studio. We have gotten pretty close over the days, she tells me stories about her hometown and her love for music, and surprise! She’s working on a new art piece for me. “You have really classic paintings,” I say in amusement, she has a downtown studio in nightshade pack and it really is amazing, the large frame window casts light on her canvas, there’s a table at the left for her
Irene:“Irene! Over here!” Elva rushes over to me when we step into the pack-house, she embraces me so tightly, the emotions crush inside me. I look at my sister, like really look at her. My sweet innocent eighteen year old sister with the short ginger locks and dazzling green eyes that captures everybody’s attention.The image of Anna strikes me; they are around the same age.Enrique stands beside me, hands planted firmly around the small of my back. He has been doing that a lot these days, though, it makes me feel queasy, I still like it.My mother stares at us with a smile, “Irene, Alpha Enrique. Welcome.”I look around for my father, his absence choking me. “Where’s dad?” “He’s in a business meeting right now.”I should probably ignore the fact that my own father couldn’t even regard time out of his tight schedule to welcome his daughter back home, right? It shouldn’t hurt this much, but why does it?The atmosphere turns heavy and nobody dares to speak, Elva, noticing the tense a
Irene:We both stumble to the floor, me gripping the knife, aimed at his neck. Dante’s on the floor, breathing raggedly, looking at me while sweating. “You are making a terrible mistake, Irene.” His voice comes out rough, tiny, almost scared.I want to laugh so badly, the almighty Dante acting scared. Good, he should be scared.I pin his wrists tightly and drive the blade into his shoulders, he howls painfully before kicking me off with a force that knocks the breath out of my lungs, my body hits the floor, the impact rattling my bones. The room starts to spin in my eyes and something starts surging through me.My powers, wild and uncontrollable. My chest claws painfully and the walls start to tremble, cracks spilling the wall. The pressure builds in my chest, shit. The house is going to collapse with everyone in it.We are all going to die, even on the floor, I see Dante crawling to the exit, clutching his bloody shoulders in pain. Fucking Coward.My legs feel like jelly as I try to
The Darkness:Red and I are waiting in the car, while Gia is in the hospital, she specifically told us not to come in. She’s still angry at me, not even saying anything to me.I don’t blame her though; second chances are rare for people like me. Earlier, I had met with the doctor who told me about the Primordial Wolf blood, and deciding to give Enrique has been entirely my decision.“Stay in the car, Red. I am going in.” I tell him, opening the door, but of course, Red trails behind me, hands tucked into his coat jacket. Together, we walk into the doctor’s office, and while everyone’s scared to see me, Enrique’s father yells the most at me.However, the moment I tell them I am here to transfer my blood, the room falls quiet. Gia stares up at me from her wet lashes, batting away the tears. Something squeezes inside me, seeing her cry like this, it does something to me.Finally, Enrique’s father says, “we don’t want your blood.” I raise my brows at him and his wife nudges him in the sho
Anna:Mama, papa and I are seated in the dining room, alongside Hunter and his wife, Linda. The atmosphere is gloomy as I pick on my chicken salad, for days now; I haven’t had that much of an appetite.Just yesterday, the weyr withdrew their dragons, and for some unknown reasons, the darkness sent the letter of withdrawal. Our pack is now war-free, but some damages were made to the buildings and of course, our pack suffered loss. The money that Hunter’s pack donated to us and our pack’s net worth is enough to fix everything in a month, but the true loss hangs with us all. The death of my beloved brother, Enrique.I have spent the past few days catching up with mama and papa, they have been the best supportive parents ever and even though I feel very bad about Enrique, they haven’t left me out of their sight.I push away the chair, feeling very bitter. “I will like to be excused from dinner,”Papa looks me in the eye, his eyes crinkling around the corner with concern; my stomach churns
Irene:I don’t know how many days have passed since I have been in this tiny cell. Whenever I am asleep, someone comes to take out the bucket, though I refuse to use that, my bowel is certainly paying for that. In the mornings, someone brings cold toast that tastes like sandpaper and in the evening all I get is cold pudding that tastes like it is made from the sewer.At first, I refused to eat any food, who knows if that motherfucker is poisoning me slowly? Besides, I want to relish in the fact that Dante doesn’t like to see the plates returned with the food intact. But after a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. I eat the food like my whole life depends on it, because, let’s be honest. It does.Oh. The lovely things I took for granted, what I will give to have a steaming bowl of rice or adobo, Linda has been making that Filipino dish for me and it tastes heavenly.I can’t tell night from day here, aside from the tiny light in the window, if nothing kills me here, then I am sure boredo
Rowena:“How could you?” I am yelling angrily at my parents, after finding out that they gave Red their armies in exchange for marriage, I have been fuming in anger. I rushed over here as soon as I could to tell them to withdraw the armies. “Because of your selfish decisions, countless people are dying in nightshade pack!”How was I so ignorant? Red told me that my parents were agreeing to our marriage because of the contract for the plant his pack grew, why did nobody tell me about the armies? They left me in the dark and plotted it secretly.The only worst thing than being insulted is being ignored.My parents are seated on the chair, staring at me as I yell and pace across the room. The omega comes in with a tray of a kettle. I keep quiet as she pours the tea into their teapot, when she offers me a cup, I politely decline and the moment she steps out, I resume yelling.“You are very inconsiderate.” My body is trembling and I know that any moment from now, I am going to break down a
Irene:It is as though it’s in slow motion, the moment when the dragon releases Enrique, I let out a loud squeal, my lungs burn, I don’t think I ever yelled like that before.I go to the edge of the bridge, planting my hands on the railing as I watch Enrique collide with the water, closing him up. It’s impossible to watch, tears are rolling down my eyes. I sink towards the floor, my body numb.“Enrique.” I mumble. This can’t be. He can’t die, right? He’s a Primordial Wolf, he can’t fucking die. But Primordial Wolves can die from drowning. Pure anger shimmers inside of me as I stand up. Anna is currently yelling at him, tears stinging her eyes. She’s not the only one feeling the loss of her brother. “You said you wouldn’t kill him! You went back on your promise. You are horrible.”“I never said otherwise.” He says calmly, turning towards Gia. “Let’s go.”She steps back, her posture wavering. “You killed Enrique, you fucking killed him!”He had no right to kill him; the darkness is suc
Enrique:There’s a saying that when you are dreaming and you blink, everything just disappears, actually no one says that but I can’t believe it.I blink.I stare.It’s her, my eighteen year old younger sister, Anna De Luca, dressed in black, holding a pistol and standing beside Dominic. My mother is the first person to rush forward, choking back tears.“Anna?” She calls out gently, attempting to hold Anna but one of the men tries telling her to back off, she grabs his hand and flips him towards the floor, everyone, excluding my father and I, gasps. There’s a reason my mother was a warrior.“Mama.” Anna smiles a bit, embracing my mother, my father joins and they embrace tightly, meanwhile I stand there, feeling completely stunned. When she finishes embracing them, we stare at each other and I know. It’s her. My younger sister, the one I named. The girl that destroyed nearly all slumber party with the boys, the girl that’s so fucking smart.I run towards her, and crash her into a tight
Irene:I wake up with a throbbing headache, the light from the window reflects on my face. It is weird waking up to a different room where there’s no scent of Enrique, the bedroom is cozy, but it isn’t home. The bed is soft, but there’s no warmth of him.The room is silent, I miss waking up to the rhythmic beating of his chest or his slow breathing beside me, there is no rustle of sheets, or his arm draped over mine or his gentle murmur in my ear.It’s funny because once upon a time, I always longed to wake up beside him, to hear his good morning, to catch him shirtless just shuffling around the bathroom, to see his toned muscles, to kiss him hungrily, those are the moments I craved for, but now, it just feels so lonely.A tear slides down my face and I wipe it away roughly, looking around. The room is plastered in soft beige colors, but what I miss is the vibrant colors of his warm amber eyes.Groaning, I sit up straight and check my phone, countless messages from Iris, Naya, Chiara,
Enrique:“Fix what you did.” Tyler growls, dropping a stack of heavy folders on my mahogany desk. “Else I quit as your beta, forever.”“I have every intention of fixing what I did.” I look up from my computer, before standing up. It has only been a few hours that Irene has left and I feel like utter shit. I even texted Hunter, asking for the progress of Irene, but dude won’t tell me, he says Irene needs her privacy, I just want to know if she’s alright. Fuck him.Tyler sighs when he looks at me. “Iris doesn’t want anything to do with me, just because you hurt her sister. She says she’s loyal to Irene; please just fix what you did.” He runs his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. “I just want Iris back.”“And I want Irene back.” My sigh is much heavier; I walk towards the windows, pulling at the blinds. The flash of sunlight reflects in my face and I wince gently. Tyler joins me, though he’s frowning.“You are taking it too hard on yourself.” One hand rests on my shoulder, “