Vera Moore is an eighteen-year-old slave who only wanted to kill Gregor Vartimosso to avenge her family and Luna Beatrice. But she found herself entangled with the three high class kings. Is she able to accomplish her mission when one of them is her mate?
View More"I guess, I no longer need to find you to get even for stealing what's mine," Xena greeted with a cunning smile after she marched towrds my direction. She was wearing a black racerback hugging her petite bulky body. It was paired with black cargo pants and black leather boots."Is there any other opponent to fight me? It is an insult to fight someone I've beaten before." My eyes wandered among those werewolves then looked at her mockingly.My retaliation was enough to make her brows furrowed. Bernadette was right, it was so easy to push her buttons. It didn't help that people around us found it amusing, triggering the fire between us."You won the death race by luck, filthy human! But it doesn't mean you will earn our respect!" she spat and pushed my shoulder but I remained still in my position."Who says I want your respect?" I see with my satirical face. "You're just a failure to your pack who wasn't able to win against me, a human. Your performance was completely a flop and a disgra
"Consider his request as a test for the authenticity of your skill," Beta Robert said when I was about to open the door of my bedchamber. "He meant nothing bad when he set a duel for you."His attempt to cover up the cruelty of the lycan king made my brows fuse. I turned to him with a hint of confusion on my face. "He doubts me," I spilled the truth. "Even if he watched the death race. He wants to see it over again because of his stumped ego."I saw his eyes widen a fraction then his lips curled into an amused grin. "You know how to read the lines. I guess there's no need to sugarcoat his harsh action a while ago.""I've heard things about him. Believing that my skills impressed him was a joke." My jaw tightened. "I guess, he requested me to punish me here for beating his bet on the death race."He chuckled but it didn't reach his eyes. "I don't think so. He wouldn't threaten those interested alphas only to make you suffer.""What do you mean?" My forehead creased."My point here is
“Damn it, Vera! You don’t know what kind of hell you are putting yourself into!” Mira expressed her vehement protest. She knelt in front of me, made me look at her eyes which were already welling in tears. “Vera, do you want to escape? Swear I’ll help you.”My eyes widened a fraction then I checked the door. I heaved a sigh of relief when it was closed. I looked at her with a serious expression on my face. “Watch your mouth, Mira,” I warned. “You have forgotten that I dealt with the head of Cortov Organization and…the lycan king is expecting me tonight,” I uttered in my low voice.I continued unpacking my things as Mira stared at me with disbelief. My decision wouldn’t be influenced by her even if her tears could fill the entire room. I've decided already…and as if I had any choice.“Vera, Zephrus Saunder is a beast. A monster,” Mira said in her trembling voice as she described the lycan king, “Unlike us, he has incredible power, strength and senses. Do you know what happened back th
My name spread like a wildfire in the wolves community when Mira and I won the game. It was not easy. I almost died since I was the most vulnerable among the participants—but my combat skills and tactics helped me survive and…stand out. "Vera," Mira said as she graced the room with her worried eyes. She immediately sat beside me while my legs and arms were wrapped with bandages. "Don't look at me like that, Mira. You have heard the doctor. It's just a minor bruise," I assured her even if I was feeling otherwise. It was my willpower that helped me recover. "If you were only a werewolf, we could help you heal. I feel so sad and worried seeing you lying in this bed, covered with these stupid bandages." I laughed at her remark. "Plus, I am still mad when they try to let you stay in that dirty garage even if you are deeply wounded!" I remembered how they rejoiced and celebrated my victory after putting me inside my room. Wounded. Dripping with blood. Healing myself. I was all by mys
"I am high key nervy right now, Vera. I know you could hear my heart beating rapidly like it wants to come out from my ribcage," Mira uttered then resumed biting her lower lip. She has been feeling sick in her stomach since she discovered her mate from another pack last month. She wanted to introduce herself but a myriad of negative thoughts hammered her self-esteem the moment she saw his mate. "Get a grip on yourself, Mira. Let me remind you about the game that will begin shortly. Alpha expected us to win." The gravity on my voice shows my determination to prove my worth. I continued wrapping my hand with the white bandage. On the other hand, Mira had finished preparing herself for the competition. Hence, she was quite bothered by her mate. I understood how highly strung she was. Her mate would watch the game which brought so much ripples of anxiety to her being. But we had to pull ourselves together to bring triumph to our pack. We were entrusted with this once in a lifetime chanc
The large buttress roots from the groves of large trees were spread over the ground, hindering me to sprint swiftly. The light from the full moon was penetrating from above through the rustling leaves, giving me a view of the paths ahead. I could hear the stridulating sounds of the crickets, blending with the spooky mood of this blood-curdling place. I followed my instinct to scamper since I was incognizant in the woods. My energy was gradually consumed because I have been running for hours after leaving the Vatrimosso mansion. There was no time to come up for air because that lethal-blood-crazed predator was after my life. I had no choice but to continue the pursuit of running in order to survive. I whimpered in so much pain when I've remembered how those monsters slaughtered my parents...my siblings, after hiding me in the manhole. It was a nightmare to hear and see their cries and agony. It couldn't get off inside my head. And I knew that it would be impossible for me to forget t
The large buttress roots from the groves of large trees were spread over the ground, hindering me to sprint swiftly. The light from the full moon was penetrating from above through the rustling leaves, giving me a view of the paths ahead. I could hear the stridulating sounds of the crickets, blending with the spooky mood of this blood-curdling place. I followed my instinct to scamper since I was incognizant in the woods. My energy was gradually consumed because I have been running for hours after leaving the Vatrimosso mansion. There was no time to come up for air because that lethal-blood-crazed predator was after my life. I had no choice but to continue the pursuit of running in order to survive. I whimpered in so much pain when I've remembered how those monsters slaughtered my parents...my siblings, after hiding me in the manhole. It was a nightmare to hear and see their cries and agony. It couldn't get off inside my head. And I knew that it would be impossible for me to forget t
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