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364. Yoked
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Fated To The Evil Viking 365. Good time
"Yoked to him? What does that mean? Is it that they have a special mate bond like Thor and I?""Yes but different. Their kind of mate bond is also rare like the one between you and your mate. Yours and your mate's bond cannot be broken unless either of you dies. Even if either of you dies and the partner left behind gets mated with another, he/she would probably remain hung up on the dead partner for the rest of his/her life.""That's– intense.""Yes, it is... In their case, your friend is yoked to her mate. The literal meaning of yoke is when a beam is used to connect two large animals to enable them to cooperate and work equally together."Okay. Are you saying, Moon goddess is forcing her to be with this– Devil!? Why, though? Why not mate him with an equally cruel woman? Victoria is a good person. She doesn't deserve this. Why does it have to be her?...""It has to be her because she's the sperm that won the race– to put it simply. Just like Goddess Hecate, the Moon goddess creates
Fated To The Evil Viking 366. Male company
Carla chuckles, giving in first."You heard the ladies," She tells the barman. "Two bottles of your strongest werewolf liquor to start with... Ella?" She looks at Ella to ask."Same thing." Ella replies "Lucky I know my limits and when to stop. Unlike Clarita." She jokes and we laugh."I'll also have whatever you girls are having," Lily says"It's the strongest werewolf drink they have. Are you sure?" Clarita asks"I'm a witch" Lily replies, chuckling. "You think I lived all these years not to know how to handle myself while drinking?""Okay...""I'll have juice..." Dahlia says "And before you all disagree, we can't all get drunk. Your mates will kill me if I don't get you all home in one piece.""Aww, sorry..." Carla says before turning to the barman. "You have our orders." He bows slightly and leaves.The drink soon arrives, packaged inside black cardboard boxes with ‘Hell In A Cell’ printed on them in bold fiery letters. My eyes widen when the barman opens one and removes a skull
Fated To The Evil Viking 367. A no-show
Thor's POV"Would you believe me if I say this is not a hook-up attempt?...""Lies!..." Eric suddenly burst out while we listen to the fucker talk. Shooting to his feet as he talks. "It is exactly what it is, ‘a hook up attempt’. It's obvious you and your buddies are looking for girls to snag for the night. Fucking liar!... Can you believe this clown!?" He asks the last part in my direction before walking away from where we're all gathered around my laptop watching the surveillance video of our mates at the club.I chuckle dryly. Of course, this fucker is lying. I can tell because men know these things. He tells them he's aware they're not single. He made them believe he wouldn't dare hit on married women, especially the ones that are werewolves, just so they could let down their guards. And they believe him! Fucking hell! My anger begins to rise as I watch him unhook the barrier rope from its stanchion. Beckoning to his pals to come forward. 'Mission accomplished.' He must be thi
Fated To The Evil Viking 368. We will kill them again
Ash's phone was still switched off when we landed in Marseille. While my men immediately called their mates, I couldn't talk to mine. I felt bad at first, but hearing how Eric and Ivar's conversations with their mates almost turned into a full-blown argument makes me feel thankful Ash switched hers off. I'm not sure if I would have been able to act sane under the circumstances. Even though the girls refused to divulge their movements for the night, acting like it was top secret. Finding out about their plan was easy. We were ahead of them. Our plan was in motion even before they left Alpha's mansion. You can achieve anything when you have the right resources (technology and money) at your beck and call. Watching my mate beautifully dolled up once again reminded me of how lucky I am to have her. It also made me wish I could hide her away from the lustful eyes of other men.'She's mine and mine alone.' I kept telling myself over and over again.Even though me and my men don't like
Fated To The Evil Viking 1. Day and Night
I hate daytime. The rise of the sun which usually brings some level of joy to others has only brought sadness to me. My suffering would usually begin with back-breaking chores as the sun rises and would go on and on while getting physically abused in the process, till late in the evening when most pack members finally retire to bed. What makes it worse is that my body is not strong enough to withstand the magnitude of pain they inflict on me, and I don't heal as fast as a normal werewolf should. I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themse
Fated To The Evil Viking 2. Silent Night
After the Alpha, Luna, and Beta, the Gamma wolves are the next in command in a pack's chain of command. They are the supreme protectors of a pack which puts them among the high-ranking and most respected officials of a pack. No wonder all the shifters inside the dining hall had shock written all over their faces when I didn't rush to do as the Gamma chief had commanded. They thought I'd gone crazy for having the guts to disobey a high-ranking officer of the packI squat in front of Martha's chair instead and look into her eyes that has tears in them. Martha is not a shifter. She's human, yet she treats me better than my own kind. As if she's my mother."I told you I'll make the coffee, Martha. You could have hurt yourself! You didn't even have your walking stick with you, what if you fall and break another bone?""I'm sorry child. I just wanted to help. When I saw you were already behind schedule... I - I was trying to help so you wouldn't get punished, instead, I made it worse... I
Fated To The Evil Viking 3. Attack
Even though my sense of hearing isn't that great, I stand still in the middle of the woods, listening with my head tilted to one side... but all I hear is silence! I become worried then since I know there's nothing like a silent night in these woods that I've been walking to and from the pack house for the past two years.It is simply not right. The night air is supposed to be dominated by the sounds of crickets and frogs. The sounds of owls that hoot every so often in the distance. The sounds of the wind that relieves the humid heat and rustle the trees, and also the occasional high-pitched howls made by amorous foxes.I feel cold chilling sensations and goosebumps all over my body as I resume walking– hurriedly this time.The only sound I can hear right now is the sound of my footsteps crunching over twigs and dead leaves and it's creeping me out. I stop walking yet again when it feels as if I'm being watched, turning around to see if there is somebody behind me but no one. 'I must
Fated To The Evil Viking 4. Freak
Today promises to be a beautiful day. This morning is unlike any other I've woken up to see in the past eighteen years. I open my eyes to the sound of my alarm at 5 a.m and I couldn't stop my usually grim face from splitting into a huge grin. Gone are the days I would sleep and wish I never wake upEven though my room is a windowless small space under the stairwell that I shared with the brooms, mops, and buckets. Right on my foldable and narrow cot bed, I imagine myself looking out of my imaginary window, inhaling the air to smell the neighbor's blooming flowers while listening to the birds sings their joyful song. I can't wait to tell Martha my good news when I get to work.It's less than a week to my eighteenth birthday and I finally, finally shifted after waiting for so long. Yeah, I'm still happy and optimistic even though I shifted to something that looks more like a monster than a wolf. It was lurking in a corner somewhere inside of me, waiting for the perfect opportunity to le
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