Clara Freedom? I could barely believe what I was hearing. The Prince of the Dark Shade pack had played a card game to grant me my freedom? Why? And why in hells would our Alpha of the Moonstone Pack even agree to it? I must be still dreaming. I could see the Lieutenant angrily pacing the floor, as Prince Legiere unlocked the iron gates of my cell. He waltzed inside the gates and took off my gag. I gulped in air greedily. My head felt light, and I didn’t have it in me to give sarcastic commentary. Gerald had beaten that out of me quick enough, and I wasn’t stupid enough to do it again. The Alpha Andelle had watched these proceedings in silence until now. “You are free to have her, but I wonder what exactly you plan to do with her? Surely you were not serious about making her your mate?” he asked. “Concubine,” Prince Legiere said brightly. “I already have a destined mate for me back at home waiting for me. I’m sure she and my lovely brother would be quite sad to hear if I had sud
Clara Servants scurried in and out of the Alpha’s mess hall with plates of hot food and drink on wooden trays. Pale gleams of light flowed in from the large windows on all sides. There were several tapestries and paintings that told the story of the Andelle ancestors. The tantalizing smell of appetizers and entrees made me drool, but I found that I couldn’t relax enough to shovel food in my mouth like I usually did. Not with the Alpha, Sisley, Prince Griffin, and Gerald in the same room with me. Prince Legiere gently tugged at one of my loose brown braid to get my attention. I stared angrily at him. I wanted to throttle him. “No,” I said with gritted teeth. He was smiling and holding a spoon of piping hot porridge mixed with sweet milk, scallions, and seared pork rinds. It smelled absolutely delicious, and my stomach rumbled in agony. Gladly would I have tried to take a bite, but not in this embarrassing manner. “Don’t be like that. Say ‘ahhh.’” I turned my face away at the last
ClaraAlpha Andelle steepled his clawed fingers together and gazed at Prince Legiere. “If you would excuse my son, it appears that he still has not learned the delicacy required in such private matters.”Griffin tensed, but Sisley put her hand on Griffin’s arm to calm him down.Emperor Barnes Andelle went on, and his yellow eyes were scathing. “Perhaps the fledgling prince has given you the wrong impression about the girl. It may be true that at the time, she was too young to have been involved in the plot against me. However, her actions three nights ago speak of a guilty conscience. She fled when I had extended her an invitation to the mating ball. She attacked an Elite member of my pack. I caution that you think twice about this arrangement of spiriting her away from our pack.”“A guilty conscience?” I cried out. “You left me to rot with these people who did everything in their power to make my life a living hell. Every single werewolf in this pack, everyone, treated me like a cont
Clara Sisley had been watching me, and she spoke, “Careful, step-sister. Your murderous intent is plain on your face. Perhaps my little brother couldn’t finish the job, but I assure you – I can and I will if you make one wrong move.” Elena hissed and bared her teeth, but I shut my eyes as if to shut out her presence as well. We need to stay calm, I told Elena. We’ve learned so much, and I can’t stupidly try to take on the Alpha, the Lieutenant, and Sisley all at once. Prince Legiere whistled and then burst into laughter. “Hotheads both of you! Like brother, like sister. There’s a saying in our pack that redheads are doomed with short tempers. You realize that you’re threatening my concubine, don’t you?” Sisley glared at Prince Legiere. “I’m quite curious about what your brother and future mate would say about all of this, Prince Deanneth? Did they approve of you sneaking out of Khordon with just two of your bodyguards to have a pleasant stay in Bragne? Or will the messenger hawk th
Trigger warnings: disturbed individual and violence against pups. Please DO NOT read if you can't handle it. Thanks! Clara Someone pounded frantically on the door to the mess hall. “My Lord!” screamed a voice. “Please! Help!” The Alpha strode forward. Black hair bristled and grew like weeds all over his skin. His face extended into a pointed snout. He threw open the doors, and a terrified bloody werewolf lurched forward. Hazel ran up to him. It didn’t take a Royal Healer to know that the werewolf was going to be dead in seconds. The entire right side of his face was torn clean off, and I winced as I saw his exposed tongue and brains. He tried to speak, but then he collapsed in a puddle of blood on the floor. Another guard beside him gripped his left arm – or what was left of it. He quivered like a scared pup. It shocked me to see a grown guard of the Bragne in such a state of terror. “T-they’re monsters,” he whimpered. “They stormed the garrison. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Half o
Clara Elena sprang backwards, but the Greater Vampire quickly accounted for her movement. Hideous burning pain grazed my upper arm, but to my relief, the silver bullet lodged itself into a pine tree right behind me. I wanted to control my own body, but Elena still was not done. The vampire cursed in his language. The rifle was an ingenious invention created by Greater Vampires in olden times, but it had a glaring weakness: it could not be reloaded quickly. In an army with several Greater Vampires staggering their shots, it was a weapon that wiped out packs of werewolves in extended battles. But in a one-on-one fight, it had no advantages against the brute strength and agility of a shifted werewolf. Elena pounded the floor with my limbs, and she leaped forward to slash at the vampire’s throat. He sneered and brandished his rifle like a rapier. The silver bayonet just narrowly missed my heart, but it raked across my waist. Elena and I shrieked together at the fiery pain. I had no doub
ClaraPrince Griffin shifted back and took off the Lunar Steel gauntlets. He gently helped me back to my feet. His intense gaze made my face warm, and I quickly shifted away from my wolf form.“Are you all right?” he asked me seriously.“Yes. Thank you,” I said. “You saved my skin back there.”“Pardon me? WE saved your skin back there,” said Prince Legiere in mock woundedness. “In case you didn’t notice, all Prince Griffin did was cause a marvelous distraction, but I sent them packing.”I grimaced, but I knew he would be insufferable if I didn’t give him any praise. And it was true enough. He had come to my assistance along with Griffin. “Thank you,” I muttered.He gave me a wry smile, but I quickly changed the subject.“Where are the Alpha and the Lieutenant? And Sisley?” It’s not that I even cared about them remotely, but their absence was noticeable. Why weren’t they here? I wanted to ask, but then I wondered in shock if they had been killed. I looked bleakly at the carnage around
Clara The den was located within a stone cave. I sniffed out the entrance hidden by evergreen shrubs, nettles, and rocks. Gently, I pounded on the rocks outside and barked in a series of lilting tones and whines. I put my ear to the flat boulder that blocked the entrance and heard the tell-tale echo of footfalls within. Prince Legiere watched me carefully, and I felt a sense of unease as his indigo eyes took stock of my entire body, from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet. He pulled out his pipe, stuffed it with unda, lit the end, and began to smoke nonchalantly. Seeing him so calm made me feel irrational anger. “Do you not care?” He breathed in smoke and smiled. “About you? Oh, I care immensely about you.” His impudent attitude grated on my nerves. I shook my head at him. “Not me. This whole situation. You look like we just come back from an invigorating hunt for deer.” He sighed. “Still on about that, eh? You know, maybe you and Prince Griffin are meant to be for each
Clara Deanneth’s fingers twisted away the white fabric covering my pussy and squeezed lightly. “Don’t…” I gasped. My hand flew down to his wrist to push him away, but that was of no use. Deanneth clicked his tongue. “Felix, dear,” he said sweetly. “Clara’s being a little spoiled princess, and she doesn’t know what’s good for her. Why don’t you keep her hands busy?” Felix, half-conscious and half-drugged, took my hands and pushed them high above my head. I squirmed. “S…stop, Felix.” I begged with a moan. My own body betrayed me. O could feel the warm sweet juice gust out my clits under Deanneth’s gentle touch. “There you go,” Deanneth purred. Felix circled around, and I saw his erection rising ever so higher. He held my arms down, and his dark brown cock slapped against my cheek. I yelped. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the throbbing veins in Felix’s shaft. He was young, but he had a shocking girth to him. Veins bulged out from his cock, and for one insane moment, I won
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content involving drug, physical violence and threesome. Please read at your own risk. Clara “Stop.” “Hush now. You’re a grown adult, aren’t you? At least, that’s what you always try to tell me. Take your medicine in silence.” I heard a piercingly loud lash, and a groan of pain. My mouth felt like it was full of wool. Dread filled me, but I could barely move. Drunkenly, I tried to get a bearing on my surroundings. I felt dizzy. Another loud lash, and I recognized the cadence of the sharp intake of breath. It was Felix. I opened my eyes, and the sight that filled my eyes made me want to shut them tight again in fear. I was in a dungeon of some kind with dark red stone walls. A stone fireplace with gargoyles dancing around the sides flickered with a dull, orange light. In the shadows, I saw a completely naked figure chained to the wall. His dark arms were raised high above his head, and he knelt on the ground. The smell of b
ClaraI rummaged through every single cabinet and chest that I could find in the Pavilion. So far, I had collected two waterskins, two leather bags, a suitable warm outfit made of wool, and a fur-lined cloak.“You’re crazy,” Felix said, but he had done his own search of the Pavilions. He had in his hands several rolled up maps, a compass, and more warm clothes suitable for the cold fall.“Agreed,” I said.It lightened my heart just a little to know that Felix was going to join me, despite all his protestations. “You said that Prince Legiere was going to be busy for several days with the Councilors?”“Yes. If there’s any good a time as ever to make a break for it, it’s now,” Felix agreed. “You heard what Bruess said, right? That he might attend the council meetings, if Emperor Deanneth decided that he didn’t want to?”I nodded. “What was all that about?”Felix shoved several maps into the large bag that I tossed to him. “It was a pretty big threat. He’s not allowed to go the council me
Clara Felix and I quickly hurried out of the Coliseum. I was grateful that there were only small streams of werewolves leaving the place. I looked over at the sandpit and saw werewolves piling up bodies into a mass pyre. The stench of their burning bodies truly repulsed me, and even the werewolves burning the bodies had to cover their noses with heavy cloth and scarves. I hesitated at the exit and remembered the horrors of going through that giant stone passageway, but Felix took my hand. He reassured me, “It’s fine. Most of the werewolves are gone by now. Just a couple of drunks.” “And dead bodies,” I said, looking at the lacerated naked form of an Omega shoved in the corner. I felt sickness and hatred burn inside me as I stared at his pathetic, bleeding body. He was younger than Felix, and I wondered where his parents were. Probably gone, or they didn’t give a damn what happened to their child. However horrible the Moonstone Pack was, their cruelties could not even compare to t
Clara Heat and murderous rage emanated from Deanneth’s body. The sheer focus of his thoughts terrified me. The words came clearly to my mind, and I knew that he never let me leave his side. If I was more stupid, I might have said something particularly grating or sarcastic at that moment. But this time was different. The words howled into my mind, and I recoiled as if he had struck me physically. I looked in confusion at his beautiful face, and there was not even a single wrinkle or brooding frown that betrayed the boiling hatred within him. He continued to smile sweetly at me, but his grip around my chin tightened as he forced me to look at him. The sheer shock of his fury winded me. All this time, I took for granted that he desired me and that he was just a playful flirt who whored around. Now, I felt within him nothing but a dark abyss that pulled me deeper and deeper. “Let go,” I said nervously. I tried to free myself, but Prince Legiere’s grip grew even tighter. Felix, of
DeannethI headed out to the seats where my half-brother was. Crane pushed his way through the crowds in front of me, and Dellatine stayed back and guarded my back. They weren’t necessary. The moment werewolves saw who was coming their way, they froze. Then they bowed subserviently to me. Many of them leaped out of my way to give me space.This was pure power at its finest. I didn’t even have to look into their eyes. They took one look at my gray-and-black claws, and they knew who I was and why they had to get the hells out of my way.One could get drunk on this kind of power if they were stupid, like my father. I don’t think he even knew what was coming when I crowned myself as Emperor of the Dark Shade. Unfortunately, there was only a need for ONE Alpha on the throne. Not two.I kept my face as emotionless as possible, but I smiled inwardly at Bruess. He played too much of a dangerous game with me. I saw him now, speaking with Clara with such familiarity that it made my heart race.
DeannethThe Coliseum and the games were boring as usual. The Councilors droned on and on about certain policies that I had to enact, and they asked me so many tiring questions that I want to just toss them off the building. Of course, I had to remain calm. I answered every single one of their questions about the attack on Clara. Lord Hector and Lord Velant did not even believe that a vamp had attacked her, but Mistress Orias had visited Clara when she was still sick. She had seen the bite marks on the girl’s neck, and she had smelled the foul stench of vamp blood.Mistress Orias knew that the vamp threat was real. I sneered to myself. How fitting that the only intelligent werewolf of the bunch was in my brother’s pocket. By the time the tournament was over, she would dutifully send some small messenger bird to Bruess’s tower to tell him everything.I didn’t care. Let these insignificant Elites do what they must. I took a deep swig of wine straight from the bottle. Goddess, I needed s
Clara Prince Bruess nodded at the two of us, and he held up his hand covered in golden chains. A small pup came and set down several comfortable cushions against the stone steps. Felix and I sat down next to his raised red couch, and several werewolves swarmed us with trays of iced drinks and fruit. I heard something bubble and saw a long bronze contraption with a hose connected to it. The glass vase at the bottom frothed with white smoke and bubbling water inside. Prince Bruess held the hose in his hand, and he slipped the end between his golden muzzle and into his lips. He inhaled deeply, and spicy sweet clouds of unda escaped from his lips. Like peas in a peapod, I thought. If the two princes of the Dark Shade would stop squabbling for two seconds, maybe they would recognize how absurdly similar they were. Prince Bruess held out the end of the hose to me, and I was about to decline. Felix took the hose, and he put it in my hand. There must be some unspoken rule of courtesy that
ClaraAs I watched the Coliseum fights, I understood why werewolves were willing to kill themselves to get in. There was a heady atmosphere that stirred my pumping blood. Warriors of every size and race fought down in the sandy pits. I saw creatures that I had only seen in books: monitor lizards, tigers, lions, and panthers. The Coliseum wasn’t just a gladiator free-for-all. There were circus acts of skilled acrobats leaping in the air, knife jugglers, and jesters. Drummers kept a steady tempo that thrummed throughout the entire stadium, and musicians blew trumpets when a fighter triumphed over his opponent.I could feel the roaring crowds pulsate like one living, breathing being. There was no rank or caste here. We were either fighters or spectators. Entertainment and the thrill of the fight drew us all together. Some fights truly tested the limits of the werewolf fighters, and I found myself gripping the stone seat as I watched. When two Allied Hunters fought, it was like they were