“If I make my own judgement, I guarantee that I will be livid.” Kain’s jaw ticked and angry lines formed on his forehead as his glare dug into Trey’s head. “Fucking explain it to me so I can understand. This…is not yours, is it?”“That’s none of your business!” Denise spat. She circled Trey’s back with her arm and could feel her chest tighten when he trembled against her. He was frightened…because his own father was glaring at him as if he wanted to bury him with his gaze. Even though he had no right to be angry, the mere fact that he could blatantly glare at a child like this showed that he really hadn’t changed at all. He was the same Kain that could kill anything if it angered him. There was no point in talking to him. She owed him no explanation.Reinstating her hold on Trey’s hand, Denise ignored Kain and resumed her movement towards the doors. She had no idea where she was going or where the path would lead her, still she continued to walk either way, hoping that she’d get as fa
Denise could smell Justin, Kira and Patrice, but they were not present close by. Amongst the crowd, her father was the only one she saw. At first glance, Wyatt looked well. The bags that were always under his eyes seemed to have disappeared and the once permanent lines on his forehead were also gone without a trace. He had gained a lot of flesh on his bones, even his muscles had gotten bigger. She knew he must've been living well without her and that made her expression become cold.“Father…” She uttered bitterly.Wyatt stiffened. He could hardly recognize the woman in front of him. “D-D-Den….D-Den…” His lips quivered, he couldn’t even finish her name. With just one look at her face, his breath got stuck in his throat. It was already shocking enough to see her standing before him but the color of her eyes was what completely rendered him speechless. The whole world paused for a moment…until the realization finally sunk in.The child whom his late wife had took in….the child whom he ra
“This place…” Denise spat back at him, “…will never be my home.”“Hmmm. Well then…” Damian shrugged as if her words meant nothing to him, “If you don’t mind, please spare us a little drop of blood. After everything is confirmed, we’ll figure out what to do with you and where you stand. Can you be a little patient, dear sister?”That same night, somehow, things ended up very different from what Denise initially planned. Her and Jaxson did not leave. Or rather, they couldn’t leave…all because of him. Damian.It wasn’t long after the exchange that guards suddenly rose up out of nowhere and in moments, they were surrounded. There was no way out of it, and she couldn’t take it up with the Queen for she remained as silent as a mouse throughout it all. Not one word had left her lips. Was she even capable of holding a conversation in that pitiful state?With things as they were…Denise had nowhere to run.“I told you this would happen.” The irritating ‘I told you so’ comment from Jack made Den
Kain’s eyes drifted to Trey who shifted slightly in his sleep but before he could muster his glare, Denise slipped in front of him, blocking his view of bed. “What do you want?” She repeated. “Even if you people keep me here like this, there is no way in hell that I’ll accept it as my fate! I’ll never be one of you and I’ll NEVER call myself a royal. Tell the Queen I want to speak with her. I have no dealings with you.” Her eyes gave him a displeased once over before she turned on her feet and stepped off. Her retreat was a clear sign that their conversation would go no further, but Kain made no move to leave.“Before anything else…” Kain spoke again as he watched her back move further and further away. She had not lost her poise. “I should say I spoke with that worthless father of yours.”Denise paused, her feet ceasing their movement.“He confirmed that you aren’t his biological daughter, yet he has no idea how his late wife; your supposed abductor, got in position of you. Was it Sa
As if paralyzed in place, Denise didn’t move a muscle. She didn’t even breath.His lips were on hers, the same lips that he had deemed too good for her back then. The feel of his flesh was soft and the friction was filled with passion, the kind of passion she had once wanted so desperately but never got. The pit of her stomach began to grow hot and the tingling sensation did fireworks on her skin too, but Denise’s disgust outweighed the thrill the bond forced her to feel. His audacity was infuriating.Without a second thought, her hands pushed through the bars, fingers gripping the hair at the back of his head. She yanked his head back and forced his lips to part with hers, then with her nostrils flaring, she allowed her nails to dig into his scalp. “You fucking lunatic!”“What? I can’t?” His eyes crinkled at the sides as a full blown grin slipped across his face. “I told you…you’re mine.” His tongue slid out of his mouth to glide across his bottom lip. It was still tingling nicely. “
“As you can see, I have enough company. But since you’re already here, answer me this. How long are you people planning to keep us here?” She settled the brush on the bed beside her and patted Trey’s head softly. He got up from the chair and quickly clutched the bedsheets, pulling himself up onto the bed. He then crawled into his mother’s lap and stuffed his face in her clothes. “Do you really think after imprisoning us like this, I’ll even consider staying in this stupid place? I want to speak to the Queen. I refuse to be treated this way!”“Oh, your mother?”“The Queen.”“Why are you even fretting?” He eased off the wall and stepped closer so he could clutch the bars. The sleeves of his oversized shirt rolled up his arms. “The results from the test has already been announced, so rest assured that you’re safe.”“That is not the point!” Her lips pressed into a thin line as she swallowed, “I said I want to leave! I swear to God if you people keep me here like this---"He cut her off wi
At the back of the palace and in the midst of the dark forest, four necks were trapped on something similar to a guillotine. Their hands were tied behind their backs and their mouths were stuffed with cloths thanks to the two women of the four who had been screaming at the top of their lungs. A large sharp blade hung over their heads and all that was left…was for Prince Damian to trigger it.It was not even a day after the test results came in, when the Queen had them brought in as prisoners. At first, they were kept in the far part of the dungeon where they were given no food nor water. No excuses were taken and no questions were asked, but a decree was made: Justin, Patrice, Kira and Wyatt were to be set to die and their pack imprisoned.Like anyone else would, they all feared for their lives but it was already clear that they would not be given a chance.Wyatt expected this, and without the knowledge of his pack, he had planned to take his family and run. But even before he could t
“Now why the fuck would you yap about that? Shouldn’t you be keeping the informant’s identity private? You fucking mutt ruining shit.”“Ah…” Damian’s eyes glinted, “Were you supposed to be the instigator plus the knight in shining armor? Is that it?” He laughed. “You’re a funny one, brother. I’ve always admired your lunacy.”Denise sucked in a breath as her stomach twisted in disgust. Why was she even surprised? She should’ve known…after all, this was Kain. Everything must’ve been some sort of sick game for him. She remembered it clearly when he said he’d make her need him and she had made the mistake of ignoring those words…But was this really what he meant by that? Putting her in a position where she was helpless?The Queen and her sons were no different either. She must look like a fool in front of them….But that was okay, everything was okay because it all just served as fuel to her hatred. She wanted them to pay, each and every one of them…so much that it felt like it would make
“Why are you here? I never expected you of all people to come looking for me.” Denise crossed her arms on her chest as she stared over at Marcy who had arrived on the pack lands. She cocked her hips and flipped her hair, setting a black duffle bag on the floor beside her feet. “Sure you didn’t.” She laughed, noisily chewing on a gum. “I volunteered to deliver Mother's message. You should be thankful. How dare you keep me waiting?” “You volunteered? That’s hard to believe. What do you want? Tell me so I can go back inside.”“Before that…I must say I’m glad we finally have the chance to talk.” Marcy stepped closer. She was grinning widely but there was nothing but malice flowing between them. “Is it only me, or is your face still so damn annoying?” Her hand lifted, fingers grazing Denise’s hair. They drifted through the strands, then brushed the soft flesh of her cheek. The tip of the nails sunk in, almost pricking through the skin. Denise stood unflinching in front of her, a wry smi
“So…” Kain sat at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together and his elbows on his thigh. The dark, pensive mood swallowing the room said that he was cooking up something dangerous in his mind. “…you have a stalker? Why am I just now hearing this?” His gaze raised to look at her, his left brow furrowing. “An admirer.” Denise said, watching from the corner of her eyes as his expression grew annoyed. “A fucking disgusting stalker.” “Disgusting, eh? You’ve been following me around, does that count?” “I’m serious.” He reached forward to grab the box out of her hands but Denise shoved it behind her. “You shouldn’t have that thing so close. It might be dangerous. Give it to me.” He expectantly opened his palm with a sigh and she only stared down at it. “Denise?” He pressed. “These have never been dangerous.” “Just give it to me.” He got up and stood to his full height, towering over her as he reached for the box again. Denise quickly slipped it under her arm, then between her
Kain Valcor. A hardheaded Alpha who took orders from no one, and a man who had to be on top. Wreaking havoc, preying on the weak and completely breaking the strong…had been his idea of a fun time for as long as he could remember. And until his mate arrived amidst all that chaos, it was the first time he wanted anything other than power. It was the first time…he desperately desired a woman. From the very moment he met her…his eyes instinctively followed her every move. He watched her like a hawk…her body language, her features, her emotions. He studied her like a book. She was easy to read and even easier to manipulate. He wanted to control her, to completely master the wolf inside her. But the more he watched her, the more time he spent with her….he realized that it wasn’t just her power that he desired. Whenever she was in front of him, he hated to look at her. Whenever she touched him, he hated the irritating sensation that scattered across his skin. And whenever he looked in her h
As expected of Kain, that ‘touch you a little’ became so much more in so little time. One moment his head was buried under Denise’s shirt then one thing led to another and her top had somehow relocated across the room. Her back slid up the cold glass as he took her bud between his teeth, nibbling on it. Denise bit her lip, tightening her legs around him. For a long torturous time now, he had only been playing with a single nipple and completely ignored the other. The urge for him to spare her left bud with just a bit of attention was becoming unbearable. Was he teasing her? She arched, sinking her hand into his hair. “Kain…”Kain slipped his hand under her waistband, pushing it down her hips. Her feet settled on the floor, but only for the second it took to kick it off. “You’re wet.” Kain whispered into her ear, as his intruding fingers climbed below, brushing her most sensitive parts without hesitation. He dipped inside her crack, and his index curled as soon as it pushed deeper, th
“There’s so much I want to do right now…” Before Kain knew it, his desires had slipped through his lips and laid bare for Denise to hear. “…lewd things…to touch you all over…to feel your lips~”“I can…see that…” Denise pulled her lips between her teeth as she looked up at him awkwardly through her lashes. It was true. Desire was dancing in his eyes. These days…he had made it painfully obvious, and though those kinds of desirous looks were something she had seen from various men…Kain made it feel different. He made her feel different. She tried to avoid his gaze but even though she wasn’t looking at him, the feel of his unyielding gaze continued to waver her composure. This was the kind of thing she couldn’t run away from….the unmistakable feeling of wanting to give in. Ever since the night they had dinner, she was aware that many of her walls had crumbled. She wanted to keep her distance, but her efforts were fruitless because there was rarely ever a time when he wasn’t within her vi
“Kain, what the hell?” Denise shuffled over, putting a bit of space between them which Kain quickly closed. “Is there ever a moment when you're not rude?” “Its fine.” Hailey laughed. “I was going to go get something to eat anyway. Want anything? We have alot of food left actually.” Kain had made sure that he packed their own food himself before coming here. She wasn’t sure where he got it all from but they had tons left. He said it was a safety measure, still Denise found it a bit rude. Luckily, Alpha Stewart didn’t seem to think much of it. “Are there any more apples?” “I’ll check.” Hailey turned on her feet and walked back towards the place where they were staying. They had been given a house separate from Stewart’s packhouse. It had alot of rooms so everyone got to sleep comfortably. The Queen’s guards, however, refused any accommodation and stayed outside even at night. “You told me to watch the kids…” Kain frowned, “…well now they’re here. Why are you hanging out with Hailey
“Mind telling me again why you're here?” Denise bit into her apple as she sat on a huge boulder outside Alpha Stewart's house. Just as she promised, she came back to visit her old pack after spending a day at Josh's (Trey's human friend). She didn’t plan on staying for more than a few hours, but somehow, it’d already passed three days in their pack. The wolves were still a bit uncomfortable in her presence but welcoming nonetheless. It’d been a fun time, except for the few inconveniences…one of which was Hailey.They hadn’t said much to eachother, mainly because Denise avoided any and all confrontations, but her constant staring was managing to become a huge bother. It wasn’t a glare, but a desperate stare that felt like it was begging Denise to look at her.“I volunteered… to be one of your guards during your stay here.” Hailey smiled brightly, scurrying over to Denise and bowing slightly. She was wearing a blue dress that hugged her small figure neatly, but compared to the last tim
“Kain. Are you going to keep drinking even when your food is right infront of you?” With a heavy sigh, Denise dipped her fork into her burrito bowl and jammed it into a piece of chicken. Instead of bringing the fork to her lips, she twirled it around the bowl, sighing again as she stared blankly at Kain. Their food had arrived over half an hour ago. The table had stake, tacos, pasta, salmon, salads and plates that she hadn’t even touched yet. She mostly ate the shrimp pasta while taking small bites out of everything else. All the while, the one who ordered…had been busy drinking. He wasn’t as triggered as she thought he was, seeing as he hadn’t gotten aggressive. Maybe she was a bit too harsh with her expectations. “Kain.” She called his name again, barely grabbing his attention. He looked up at her, but his eyes weren’t at all focused. “I didn’t come here to watch you drink.” “You can have a drink too…only a glass though” He pushed his glass over to her side, gesturing for her to
“I already ordered for the both of us.” “I don’t even get to choose what I want to eat? Wow.” “There’s alot to choose from, don’t worry. I’m sure you'll like the food here.” Kain's fingers drew circles on her back, each twirl threatening to force out a shiver. “Kain.” Her voice took on a warning tone as she grasped his arm. “How many times are you going to make me repeat myself? Don't touch me.” “Why?” He feigned innocence and leaned back, then grinned when her eyes narrowed on his form. “Fine.” His arm retreated, but he shifted his chair closer to hers, nudging her with his shoulder. “Why don’t you tell me about your endeavours the past few years? What’ve you been doing?” “Hiding from you.” She deadpanned, picking up her glass of water and taking a short sip. “What else?” She settled it back on the table and watched him silently while he picked up the same glass and drank from it despite having his own in front of him. His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down every last drop a