“Explain, Irene,” Edward was the first to find his voice and he asked without his eyes leaving Naomi and at that moment, they shone a bright blue as he perused her. He heaved a sigh of relief second later and his eyes toned down to midnight blue.“It’s not me that needs to explain but Asher, don’t you think?” Irene asked.“Asher, I don’t understand, what is going on?” Naomi asked, feeling scared and anxious at the same time.Asher licked his lips, wanting to comfort her but also knowing that he needs to answer his elders. “It-it just kind of happened. I can’t even explain it. I just saw it this morning and had to bring her over to hear from you, aunt Irene.”“Why me, what can I do, you have marked her,” Irene replied.“The good thing is that the mark has not been embedded on her soul,” Edward spoke up, his eyes going to his son now, “and that is because you have not accepted it. The mating mark cannot lay a claim to a soul if the marker does not accept it. You and I are the first acci
“What are we to do?” A tall dark-skinned man asked in the room and the rest of the men there sighed. “If Gideon actually saw the Alpha king then it is over for us. We have hidden away from him for five hundred years, it maybe the sins of our ancestors but we are their descendants and their sins reflects on us.”“Alpha Joe is right, just because we have been hidden away from him doesn’t mean our sin is forgiven and that our hereditary blood has been washed away from us. We are rogues and yet we are alphas, it shouldn’t be so and now that he has found us, there is nothing stopping him from tracking us down and stripping us off our alpha genes,” another alpha said.Everyone kept silent for there was no better solution to their current predicament. After some minutes, all eyes turned to Gideon’s father, leader of the Eastwood packs. “What are we to do Alpha Liam?” they all asked.Liam heaved a deep breath and shook his head. “We have been hiding, just like our fathers told us to and we ha
“Do you think I can run some spells on you dear?” Irene asked as she led Naomi to the west wing of the palace.“Um…as long as I am not hurt, I suppose,” Noami shrugged, following her.Irene smiled, “don’t worry, I will be careful.”As they got to the west wing, she led her into a room. The room was massive and there was a big cauldron in the middle of it. There were shelves, some of them occupied vials of different colors and the others contained little animals and body parts of animals in glass looking containers. At the far side of the room were more shelves but these ones held books, black cover books that looked centuries old. Naomi gulped, she really can’t believe that she had walked into a witch’s spell room even though every part of the room was pointing it to her. “Um…where is Asher?”“Gone off to find his mother a birthday gift. He will be back soon,” Irene replied.“Oh,” she nodded.Glancing at her, Irene smiled, “you know, if you miss him, you can just will him and the mark
Naomi stood in the garden, watching the birds flying around and singing and swans having a nice swim in the lake. Everywhere was so peaceful in the garden unlike inside the palace. It was the Queen’s birthday and everyone was busy making arrangements. She hasn’t seen Asher since two days ago and she refrained from missing or thinking about him just in case the mating mark would summon him as Irene had said. No one has paid attention to her or tried to make her stay uncomfortable for her. She has not seen Asher’s father too nor even his mother and Irene occasionally called her into her spell room but once she was done with her spells, she would have a servant escort her to her room.A part of her had wished that Asher would find her or ask about her but since none of the servants had come calling her to tell her means he didn’t and she didn’t want to summon him against his will. Just because he accidentally marked her doesn’t mean she has to take advantage of the mark and make him do w
Naomi stood at her spot, watching everyone that was being welcomed into the ballroom. Asher had spent a little time with her after meeting his mother, and he told her about how he had gone to her father and compelled him into believing that she had traveled. She had asked him what he meant by compelling but he had gone quiet and looked unfocused before he suddenly said that he was summoned by his mother and left, promising to meet her at the party and she hadn’t seen him again since then.A servant had come knocking few hours ago with a lovely red dress for her and had stayed to help her dress. She can remember feeling over dressed but now seeing how beautiful everyone was dressed, she actually felt like maybe her dress wasn’t that good enough. Everyone was looking beautiful and she couldn’t believe that she was in a house filled with werewolves and she found herself wondering if it would be possible to be hidden like Asher’s father had suggested but she can only trust the king, after
Naomi stared at the waiter’s leaving back and his words still ring in her mind. She stared at the goblet in her hand, there was a reddish liquid inside and it was think and not watery like regular wine. It had a peculiar smell as well and smelt nothing like grapes. She frowned, bringing the goblet to her nose to have a sniff and when she did, she almost retched and instantly covered her nose with her hand, staring at the goblet in her hand in wonder and disbelief. If she didn’t know better, she would say that the wine smells like…blood.“Don’t drink that,” she heard and turned to see Asher walking towards her in haste movements. The fanfare sounded and his presence was announced but he didn’t even spare anybody a glance and just walked up to her. She could clearly see everyone that wanted to greet him to greet him and how shocked they all where at his quick strides. When he got to her, he took the goblet from her. “This is not for you.”“I…” Naomi wanted to speak but couldn’t phrase h
Asher ran to the back of the dungeon and sat crying, the look on everyone faces flashing in his mind. He was sure he even saw fear in Anita’s eyes and to top it up, he hurt his mother, his sweet loving mother. Why, why would he hurt her and most importantly, why can’t he remember hurting her? Why is it that he doesn’t remember when he hurts people? What is inside him that is always taking control whenever he was angry? He sniffled and wiped his tears away forcefully.“There, there, child, don’t be too harsh on yourself,” he heard and turned to see a woman standing a little far from him. She had long curly black hair with beautiful black eyes. She smiled and took a step towards him and paused, “should I come closer child?”“Who are you, I have never seen you in this pack before?” he asked, wiping away his tears. The last thing he wants was a stranger seeing him cry.“Oh but I once lived here, trust me. I used to be a famous healer, in fact, I still am and I know what your problem is,”
“I tried to wake up early but yet, here you are, the very first,” a voice said as Asher was training with the punching bag. He turned and saw Anita in her training gear walking up to him and he gifted her a smile. “Let me guess, you have already had a run round the woods.”Grinning he answered, “thrice.”“No fair,” she groaned, “do you ever sleep?” she asked, walking over to the spear rack and picked up two, tossing one at him which he caught effortlessly. “Let’s have a spar, perhaps I stand a chance at winning now because you are obviously tired.”Asher chuckled and twirled the spear in his hand before he beckoned her to come over which she did with force but he easily evaded her attack. She tried again and again but never succeeded in landing a blow at him and he wasn’t attacking, just defending. She turned to him, panting and wiping off the sweat on her face before attacking again. “Too fast,” he said, “slow down your pace, stalk and then attack,” he pointed out, easily avoiding he