Fenrir's POVBreakfast. I could make her breakfast! Sighing contentedly, I walked straight in the direction I hoped was the kitchen, on my way to prepare breakfast for my wife. I liked the sound of that. Okay. Cooking…I have to make 'food'. Edible food. I don't know how to cook. Heavens have mercy! I can't imagine that it was after I had already messed up the kitchen, that I so conveniently remember I don't know the first thing about cooking. Sighing, I looked around dejectedly. Running my hands through my already messy hair, I heaved another deep breath. What do I do now? Should I ask for help? No, Fenrir! If you do that, it will be more embarrassing for her to find out you took all the credit for someone's else's cooking than for her to know that you don't even know how to cook. Goodness! This was harder than I thought! But the Chefs...they make it look so easy, like just put a pot on the fire, throw things in, eggs, vegetables, and the whole lot. Cover the pot and in a few m
Marsai's POVI sat up on my bed in a daze after I woke up from sleep. I didn't remember sleeping on the bed yesterday. I wondered who had cared enough to bring me up from the floor to the bed.My entire body was weak from last night. I didn't even want to remember what happened because it would only make me angrier. How could he? The absurdity I felt yesterday came rushing back. He locked me up here. He placed guards at my door. He commanded the guards to keep me in, to disobey any order I give them. Bunch of fools!Gosh... I don't think I have ever loathed a creature as I loathed Fenrir. I wanted to leave him and take a fresh breath out of this pack. It was suffocating me. All the memories… A knock coming from the door startled me. It was probably one of the maids. At least they cared enough to wake me up to eat and get ready. “Yes? Come in.” I answered weakly, not even bothered to move an inch.When the door burst open, I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. I stared at them
Marsai’s POVIt definitely cannot be Fenrir. It can never be him. He wasn’t that nice. He would probably scare them away with his death glares before he considered letting either of them into his palace. “It was Alpha Fenrir,” Leah said his name with disgust. That is my best friend! Knowing her as much as I did, I knew that she wanted to kill him for hurting me. I didn’t even want to tell her how much the rest of the awful things he did to me before today. That would only fuel her anger and result in her getting in trouble with Fenrir. I couldn’t risk that happening.“How did Fenrir let you in?” I asked, genuinely concerned and curious.He was never nice. It was probably because he liked one of them, or trying to flirt with his old-fashioned ways. This thought instantly made me angry. Fuck Marsai! You needed to calm your nerves.He wasn’t worth all the hate I was feeling for him. He deserved nothing from me! No way he will have my best friends… never! ever!.“He was very okay. Didn’t
Fenrir’s POV I changed my mind. Yes, I changed my mind about the omelette, I was going to throw it away just because I felt embarrassed by Marsai's friends. I didn't care about what they thought. Now, I have made this omelet for my wife, and I was going to give it to her! I walked as fast as I could back to the kitchen and was glad to see the 'untouched' omelet still there. I grabbed the tray and proceeded upstairs. I was a little surprised that she was still in the Alpha chambers. I could tell by the bickering heard from the room, not caring about the word 'eavesdropping’ at the moment, I leaned in closer to hear what the conversation was all about. It appeared Marsai was already awake, which was a good thing. I looked down at the omelette and realized it was still warm, thank goodness! I should have made her a glass of juice to go with the omelet, but the thing is there were so many citrus fruits in the kitchen, I couldn't tell which one she would prefer between the orange,
Fenrir’s POVIf she didn’t want to accept it, I was most definitely going to throw it away. I was about to throw it on the wall when I felt Elena’s hands stop the tray from getting flung. Huh? When did she even get in front of me? I was so blinded with rage.I turned my gaze sharply to her, and she shuddered under my hardened stare.“She will eat the omelet. I will make sure she does, Alpha.” She mouthed, her voice shaking from fear. Elena was different, from what I heard a while ago but I was still reluctant. I would never poison Marsai. That was the last thing I would ever do to her... After a moment, I let the tray go and she collected it. Marsai and Leah both passed their menacing looks, but she still held a straight face as she headed towards the bed. I hoped Marsai eats it because I made it with so much….so much of love. It was worth giving it a shot.It would be better than throwing the food away. At least I had hope, and my hard work would not go in vain. I know why she stil
Marsai's POV I sighed dejectedly as I looked up at Elena, her deep green eyes pleading with me as she edged the plate closer to my face. "No" I muttered, looking away. I didn't want it. "Please," she begged, picking up the fork on the tray and placing it on the plate, "just eat something, even a little. It's not right to starve yourself." I shook my head, trying not to look at the surprisingly good omelet on the plate. "I can't," I sighed as I looked away, "I don't want to" Leah edged closer to me, the sheets underneath her ruffling as she moved, bringing her hand close to my face she tucked a piece of my scattered hair behind my ears, "If you don't want to eat the omelet, I can ring the maids for something else," she said, "what would you like? Pancakes, maybe? Or a broth to warm you up?" No. I didn't want it….I didn't want anything at all. "I don't want to eat anything. I'm not…hungry" I stressed. Elena gave me one of those her, not–so–persuading looks
Fenrir's POV It sounded like drums at the back of my head. The headaches became stronger by the minute until It started to feel like there was a parade in my head. As all these were happening, my mind subconsciously began to remember. To remember…everything. He was weak. The man who I just realized I now possess his body was pathetic. His wolf was far less weaker than his brother's. I could see the sadness in his eyes as his blurred face appeared in front of my mind's eye. It had been so shameful because he was the firstborn and his younger brother's wolf was way stronger. It didn't stop there. He was called the Alpha Heir all his life, but his younger brother was later crowned Alpha. Pathetic!I could feel the annoyance creep into me as I lay there not part of the present world, I could see how utterly depressing and disgraceful it had been for him…so disgraceful that he had committed suicide. Unlike a few minutes ago, it doesn’t ache so bad. I just lie there and let e
Fenrir's POV "It can't be," came the doubting voice of Marsai, "Fenrir cannot be my mate" she added with a low sigh. I was still confused about what they were all talking about and why I was even in their conversation. I leaned in closer to the door out of deep curiosity. "Are you sure?" I heard Elena ask. Marsai must have nodded, because she then answered, "Yes, I mean if he was my mate, I would have known, right? The first day we met, yesterday when he tried to…or the wedding night—all the times he had been here" "Yeah," Elena concurred, "you're right, that does make sense." "I honestly hope he's not my mate." Even though it was a mumble, I heard what Marsai said. Leah cleared her throat, the sound reaching my ears, "Marsai, I also hope Fenrir isn't your mate, but what if he is though?" "Ugh, Leah you just heard what she said—" "Yeah, yeah I know Elena," Leah stressed before continuing, "but Marsai, what if you did not catch the scent at that t
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