Fenrir's POV“Hawk?” I heard a strangely familiar voice call the name I hear in my visions.Hawk was the name of the body I possessed. I came here for the exact reason, to find answers and find out who I was before this blood madness started. I just didn't expect to make contact with a possible help this soon.So much for getting a disguise..I turned my head halfway around to see a man, shorter than I was but with a similar build and hair color.Rudolph who stood beside me had a clueless look engraved on his face as he looked between myself and the strange man.“Do you know him, Alpha?” He asked me but I didn't feel the need to reply. I came here for answers and not further questioning, I have done that myself already.“Oh my…” the man came closer to me, staring at my features like I was some ghost.I found it eerie that I was acquainted with his voice but not his face. The same way he stared at my features, I scrutinized him. Though it was evening, it was a bit bright enough to see
Fenrir's POV“What?!” Hunter appeared startled as he stared at me. The revelation wasn't exactly how I planned it, I wanted to meet with his father first before I revealed who I was but that was of no use now.If he wasn't around then there was no use concealing my identity.“I don't understand—how?" He blinked, his gaze searched my eyes profusely. Looking for some evidence of unseriousness.“Yes, I'm Fenrir.” I ascertained. He would definitely find it hard to believe since I am in his brother's body, but I didn't need to say much for him to believe. He stared into my eyes and I knew exactly what he saw, the curse prevailed.“But how can you be the Alpha Fenrir…you are Hawk, Hawk Mason..” he repeated. I know his frail mind will have a hard time comprehending so I let him digest the information for a bit before I got bored of his bulging eyes and hung open jaw“Or do you need me to kill half of your pack members before you finally believe that I'm the Monster Alpha Fenrir everyone i
Marsai's POV“Please!!”I heard someone scream in my sleep. The voice was familiar, it belonged to Fenrir. “I'm sorry, please-”His voice was saturated in panic. At first, I thought I was dreaming. I was already too exhausted and nursing a little hungover to be dreaming this loud before I realized I was awake.“Please, no… don't do this!”This time, the level of vulnerability and panic in his voice shoots me out of my slumber. Half my upper body shoots up into the air to look at the room I was in. I suffered from a little memory loss till I heard him whimpering beside me and it all made sense.I was in Fenrir's room. Wait- I was in Fenrir's room?!I snap my head halfway to the side to see Fenrir's face glistening with sweat and my eyebrows knit together in confusion.He's having a nightmare? He looked like he was struggling with something in his sleep, his fingers kept twitching and so were his eyes even behind his eyelids, their movement could still be trailed thanks to the bright
Fenrir's POVI fought nostalgia watching Marsai’s body sprawled on my bed in a similar manner in the past. She might be bold and fierce on the outside, fighting me every chance she got but deep down, I know she cared. I just know she has a soft spot for me in her heart, and I plan to protect that. I plan to be that man she will always wake up to, and love even if it's not with all her heart. According to Elena, Marsai has tried to run away again. Her plan was to leave and never look and she had the perfect chance to leave my destructive ass, but still, she came back to me. It might not be because of me exactly but I knew I had to be part of the reasons. If not, she could have been anywhere but here on my bed, laying on my sheets and hugging my pillow for comfort.A small prideful smile stretched across my face, and I instantly forgot about my day in the Moonbound pack. Marsai has a glow of innocence around her when she wasn't being so uptight and reprimanding. Tired from the day
Fenrir POV“Fenrir, when it comes to making assumptions, I don't feel ashamed for any assumptions I have made of you because you have already created an impression on me, I know how irrational and monstrous you can be..” Marsai fired back. She was right. But I didn't want to ever lie to her because she was the only one I consider to be my person. I proceeded with telling her all I could deduce and how I didn't think I was from this world.“Wait..let me get this..” Marsai faces me squarely looking directly into my eyes like I had the answer there meanwhile I was more confused than she was right now.“So, you see things, places that are not of this world. Then people who demand you to do unspeakable things to a woman, but they have no wolves or packs, instead, they have high-rise builds made of mirrors and metals that we are yet to know…” she repeats everything I told her like I was a kid who wasn't aware of what they were doing.“I know it sounds crazy, trust me. I feel it's crazy to
Fenrir's POVWe stayed quiet as the room fell under a surge of silence. I waited for her to say something else but she didn't. I lay patiently, inhaling her beautiful wild rose scent as she sprawled across the bed next to me.I slowly raised my fingers to her arm and traced the fair skin up to her forehand till it got to her shoulder. Everywhere I reached on her skin erupted a different intensity of gasps from her lips. Marsai didn't resist my touch, in fact, she rubbed her cheeks against my fingers. Drawing closer, my fingers brushed her slightly parted lips and pushed them into her mouth. She welcomed them, licking them like it was my cock. “Fuck.” A groan left my dry throat when she pressed her ass against my erection. Immediately, I rose and enveloped her with my body, nudging my already-hardened dick to her warm center. “Wait..” She placed a hand on my chest, pushing me back a bit.“What?”She searched my eyes before speaking up. “Yesterday, Elena came to you to tell you abo
Marsai's POVI felt a hair tendril poke at my chin. I tried to shift my chin in a different direction to move it away but to no avail.I, at last, had to wake up to see what it was. It was Fenrir's hair.Turns out we slept closer than I expected but he wasn't laying on me anymore. His face was buried in the pillow and his hair formed a mess around his head, part of it was what tickled my chin.I rolled away from him since the bed was quite spacious and felt something sharp poke at me. I searched beneath the sheets to see what it was and felt a fork. I took it out and placed it on the bedside drawer before a chuckle left my lips. I can't believe I had gone from debating whether I should end his life to making love with him. I really need to get a grip. The sun had sprawled into the room through one of the double glass windows left opened. It couldn't be the same morning anymore, the brightness that illuminated the room had to be from a near noon sunlight.I thought about what happen
“What they say doesn't matter, remember that…” Fenrir broke my attention from the voices that came from outside the carriage.“That's not what I'm thinking of. There's a chance I might be more scared of the Witch's verdict than you might be..” I lied. Even though I knew the comments I heard made me question if this was too soon.“Right..” he gulped.We drove out of the walls and took the river bank path, went past the hills, streams, and nomadic farmlands till we got to Flair hill, behind which the Witch's vine thrived.“Well...this place is creepy.” He muttered, as we went down the lane that led to Namilla's residence. There were strange objects that hung down the dry vines of the trees. Some looked like little glass vessels filled with sand, others resembled the bones and teeth of wild animals from extended canines. Others were just threads of cowries. As the light breeze blew, they made disturbing but oddly satisfying clattering noises.“It's a witch's residence, Fenrir. You don
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