FenrirMarsai came back. My anger lost its purpose every night I stayed up drunk to wait for the sound of her door followed by her scent. Tonight was not going to be any different. This horrible period taught me self-evaluation since I was always alone in my thoughts.Self-evaluation was something I wasn't used to. It felt like self-degrading because proud people like me don't do it very often. I do not have memories of me being like this but it all seems so natural to me. The only memory of myself that I have, I refused to accept that it was me. I couldn't be that weak werewolf. But then, he seems like me. Maybe I have to find out more. I was still confused if I really needed to? What if it was true? What if I was really the weak Alpha Heir who his mate left him for Beta and his position was given to his younger brother? I refused to believe it, so I pushed it to the back of my mind.Thinking of the people I hurt while I experience that familiar blood rage made me more solemn t
FenrirI woke up with my head feeling like it was a 6ft hole down my pillow. The bright light of dawn made me groan and my mouth tasted like a dirt road scorched by the desert sun. Thankfully enough, it didn't last long as my body readily fixed itself. I took a quick, glad to finally get rid of the alcohol stench. Glad I woke up early, I walked into the kitchen once again to try and prepare breakfast for Marsai. This time, I kept a watchful eye on the eggs so as not to burn up too much. I added condiments like carrot, green peas, and lastly bread. I placed a cup of fresh milk on the side onto the tray and walked to her room carefully.I felt proud of myself as I looked at the tray. It came out better than I expected and I hope she liked it. No, not just like, I hoped she would fill her stomach up with it. My heart started racing and I steadily recollected the times she had appropriately rejected or ignored the food and let it go sour. My heart sank, making me feel hurt. If she l
MarsaiThey say regret of a tiring wonderful evening, comes in the morning and I couldn't agree more.I didn't realize how fatigued I was yesterday probably because I was filled with adrenaline and excitement from the places Leah and I explored.I stir in my bed, putting my weight on my side, and backing the glow that came from my opened drapes. I still feel tired after falling asleep the instant my body touches the bed.It was only now that I regretted leaving the carriage at the Beta’s house and walking all the way back home. It must have been madness. Or maybe it wasn't, maybe it was a certain someone.Damn. I just want to get rid of him in my mind. I replayed yesterday's event in my head and realized it was worth it. I had fun with my best friend and gained some clarity on Fenrir's case even though I'm still not willing to open my heart to him.The play was my favorite part of yesterday. If Fenrir and I ever settled our disputes, I planned to take him to the theater if they ever
Elena POVA dull knock on the door after Leah called out my name makes me groan in protest. I had only just applied the snail-mud mixture on my skin for the night.First, it was Rudolph who came to disturb me. When I saw him, he looked like a mess. He complained that the Alpha had given him a humongous portion of work meant for 15 men, and ordered him to finish it in 3 days. I smiled inwardly as he spoke. Then later offered to massage his sore muscles because I was slightly at fault for his misery. I believe this must be the effect of my words to Fenrir today and I felt glad at how quickly he reacted to it. Totally my type for real. Wicked.Now it was Leah, Earlier, before the two of my siblings felt like they needed to see me, I had decided to relish in the comfort of my room. I applied a few of my skin care routines, and danced around in victory while asking myself why I didn't think of this before.This approach is m so perfect. If I continue on this path, I will keep winning A
FenrirI stood outside the Marsai's door after delivering the breakfast I spent over thirty minutes preparing.Pitiful…How much of this did I have to do? How much food and effort of mine was she going to discard like a filthy piece of clothing? Would I stop if she didn't eat it this time too? Absolutely, no. Yes, I was getting impatient but I don’t think I would ever stop. Besides, I enjoy cooking and caring for her so much. Nowadays, My mood wholly depends on how receptive Marsai was towards me...it hasn't been good.Every time I got impatient with everything that was happening, I remembered all the things I have done to her; from disrupting her special and marking it to a mournful day for her. The most recent one, putting her best friend and the guards through a near-death experience was still fresh in my mind.I finally see the light behind the fog.But then— how I made her respond to me when I had no idea who I was. Or why I kept going into this blood rage. I knew I wanted her.
Fenrir's POV It was afternoon already, so I set off to the location Rudolph was working on. I bet he should know who Hunter is, since he is a new Alpha too, and if not…Maybe he will know the Moonbound Pack? When I got there, Rudolph wasn't alone. Aside from him, all the other werewolves that were working alongside him to divert the flood were all Omega. I couldn’t perceive the smell of a higher werewolf except Rudolph. It was crazy because the flood had affected their houses and farms too, and they just thought it wasn’t their place to help out their Beta unlike the Omegas. I couldn't understand the diversity and it made me realize that I don’t know much about werewolves. How come? Was my original body not a werewolf? For a moment, I thought hard about it but nothing. Nothing came up in my head, so I shifted my attention to Rudolph. I watched him work alongside the Omegas without showing many levels of authority or instilling fear. I frowned at his sovereignty which was higher
Marsai.Fuck...I'm screwed.Was that why he was also keeping his distance?It can't be. It didn't add up, if he knew that I really did try to escape, he should have had my head on a stick. No, he won't go as far as killing me out of range, but I should be in the dungeon by now.If Clara was telling the truth, which I know she is because no one else was aware of the parcel besides Elena who I gave it to. Clara wasn't here to watch me package the parcel, so she couldn't make it up, I mean why would she?I shot out of my bed, my once fatigued body now fueled with fear and anxiety. I needed to find Fenrir, he needed to know that I didn't mean to run away..no, that's not smart.He would think I only came back because I didn't meet Leah at the beta house. He would think I only returned to the Alpha quarters in search for her. What Else could I tell him to convince him otherwise?.."There is no time to think of what to do.."I tell myself. He knows already, almost 24 hours now.Elena..What
Elena's POVI agreed to pick berries for the fresh bread that Leah baked all morning. She wouldn't stop making ugly bread until she got a fairly ugly one. Sighs.I had to tell her we should get some berries to go along with it because I didn't want to say it's ugly bread again.After shifting in the kitchen, I sprinted on fours and out to the forests at the back of our home. Picking berries in my wolf form is one of my favorite things to do and Leah must have known I won’t refuse her before she asked. Generally, I hate being sent on an errand. Arriving home and finding the Alpha carriage packed right in front of our house brought unmistakable joy to my soul. Did he come to confide in me again?I didn't bother to go back to the kitchen to change and just ran to my room in my wolf form to get better clothes. I started to fantasize about his appearance. What is he putting on? I sent prayers to the moon goddess, wishing he wore something that didn't cladded his body and exposed his ro
Marsai's POV “Yes, child. To be specific, it is coming from inside of you.” He pointed to my belle. I stared at my own goddamn stomach. It looked just fine to me from the layers of clothes I was wearing. Then I looked back at him. There was nothing to say or do than to stare at each other for quite some time. I sighed and slouched my back, tired of the repetitive problems that kept coming after me. Everyone just did what they wanted to do to me without caring for the consequences. Why? Was it because I was too available or my heart was good to a fault? “Why is this happening to me..” I almost choked from the lump of tears that slipped down my right cheek. Why was it that I just had to be crowned with the edge of bad timing? Once again, there was no one to blame but Fenrir. In a flip second, Imon was up on his feet, sitting next to me. A comforting hand rubbed gently against my back as I felt him lower his head closer to my ears. “Don't be sad, child. You should feel honored.
Marsai's POV “Because You think loudly with your body...Just like Namilla.” He mentioned, staring me straight in the eye. “I never knew Namilla on a personal level, she was good to me and she taught me to see the good in everyone regardless of the evil in the world.” I replied without stuttering. All of these things were true. When my father rescued Namilla even against the wishes of his fellow comrades, he brought her back not just to the infirmary but to the private infirmary that was unique to the Alpha quarters. I was only but a child, so I had no idea who she was, or why the maids and doctors walked on eggshells when they were around her. It was said to be the first time anyone from my Pack has seen a real-life witch aside from all of the folktales we were told about the other creatures of the Dark around us. I decided to personally spend time with Namilla. At first, she was grungy and wouldn't say a word for an entire day while I would tell her all the details of my play d
Marsai's POV “Are you ready to see our leader now?” Grace asked. Her hands folded elegantly in front of her, her expression once again, very stoic that it brought down the temperature around me. I nodded because my tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth. I took in the scenery around me, the white light and the distant crack in the bonfire who's glow could be spotted from here. If this was my last night here, I would definitely not regret this moment. “This way…” she ushered me up front first before joining me by my side. We walked in silence.I used my Hunter prey technique but I realized that Grace's foot never made a sound as we walked. “It's the moss.” Grace chuckled, shaking her head side to side. “What?” I asked her, feeling even more confused.“You were wondering why our feet weren't making any noise. Well, it is the moss. They are said to be great sound shock absorbers.”I would be lying if I said that I heard every word she said, all I kept wondering was
Marsai's POV We exited the tent and stepped outside. A teenage boy came towards us with a cup filled with water and a small bowl of milk. He gave it to Grace and then gave me a once-over. Curiosity shone clear in his orbs. I was sure it was because he could tell I wasn't from around here so he left gingerly, joining a group of kids that resembled his age range. “That's Ace. He is 12, yet he practices magic spells twice his age. His parents died when he was four from the witch hunt attack by delusional humans…” Grace told me as she handed the cup of water over to me. A lot of questions filled up my head. One was, why was she telling me all of this? Two, did I need to know that piece of information and why was it important? But all of that could wait. I had water to drink from a cup I knew was not gonna be enough and milk from a bowl or the fact that I didn't need to wear any sandals because there was a soft moss carpet that ran through the entire area around me. The entire place f
Marsai's POV Fenrir…Just mentioning his name made me understand that I was really capable of hate. My father's words echoed in my head. “Hate and love aren't on the opposite side. In fact, they follow each other. If you love someone enough to not hate them, you can hate someone enough and still love them. Both emotions come hand in hand because if you love how they make you feel, you would eventually come to hate how they make you feel.” Then, of course it made zero fucking sense. How could you love and hate simultaneously? Now I understand it. Even as the last images of Fenrir punching a hole in Namilla's face terrified me into my sleep, I still in some messed up way managed to see things from his point of view. I shook my head aggressively from side to side. Now isn't the time to be thinking about that monster, you need to get out of here.I reminded myself of my current challenge. I recalled the snakes in the pot and then the unfortunate man who had tricked me with it. The
Elena's POV “Shit…”I looked away as fast as I could, my palm still wrapped around his warm moist cock. I could feel my entire inside melting into a goo of confusion. The center of my legs began to feel hot and moist. “Elena, you can let go of my shaft now.” I heard him say in one of the most monotonous voices I have ever heard. “I'm so so-” “Don't make it any more awkward than it already is. But before that, first things first, why are you here? Who asked you to come here?” Fenrir didn't blink or stutter. His cold voice caused a ripple of fear and anxiety to dress up my spine down to my arm. “No-no one…” I fidgeted. His stans didn't waver as he only came closer to me, his glare becoming more menacing than ever. “I don't stutter. I also don't like to delay my victim's death so when I ask you a question, do not stutter and tell me the answer like it is or I would end up slapping your head off your neck till your skull is gliding in a pool of your own blood.” His cold demeanor onl
Fenrir's POV The last scream fueled my legs with an adrenaline boost, pushing me out of the door into the very chilly night air. I looked around me, there was fog lurking around every corner yet, they stayed out of the reach of this very restaurant. It made me feel a bit reluctant to move away from the building, now that I saw it as a safe haven. “ELENA!!” I bellowed into the night like a mad man in search of his one piece of coin he was never going to find. I heard the cry for help and pain in her voice. There was no way the wine was making me imagine things. “Elena!!” I tried again. Less of my energy was involved this time as I concentrated my smelling senses into the night air.My head swayed a bit, causing me to stumble and stop. Something was messing with my head and it reminded me of the time when I was back in my room at the Alpha quarters. The way the nightmare felt so real I couldn't believe it was all a dream. Only to wake up and find myself drenched in sweat and my win
Elena's POV I must have underestimated just exactly how far the outskirt of the Pack was. I was so used to moving around with carriages from the Beta and Alpha house, I forgot just how big the Pack was. I senselessly embarked on this journey thinking I could keep close tabs on Fenrir so that when he was alone and eating, I would be able to console him. I so badly wanted that, the feeling of being there for him that I missed the whole point of the curfew...to stay indoors, away from the monsters that lurked just outside. Yet, here I was, outside. The last time I remembered seeing the back of Alpha Fenrir's white cotton shirt, I wasn't even half way through the Pack. It was almost dark now, the sun setting was almost at my eye level. The reality of the situation I just threw myself into was starting to dawn on me. I was too far into the pack now to give up and I was too far from home. If I decided to leave, turn around for the safety of the beta house, I would likely be killed or
Fenrir's POV She wanted more, so I gave her. I rammed into her harder than ever. I could feel the hot sensation on my thighs, telling me how hard I have been going without breaks. Her body began to shake, but it didn't stop her from throwing back her ass every time to meet my hard thrust. Three to six more thrusting at an even faster pace, and she began to tremble, her moans got louder till she was gripping the sheets for her dare life. Withdrew my shaft just before my seeds began to leak, throwing it all over her bed. It was very merciful and steamy, but I was relieved at last. Standing up from the position I had taken on beside the bed, I stood towering over everything else in the room. I looked outside, it was dark, like pitch black. My skin waited for the chills to crip in, then the paranoia but nothing came. Not even a single breeze.“I think it's time to check the food.” I huffed out as I wore back my clothes. They felt even warmer against my skin. It made me crave the tend