Fenrir's POV Marsai was infuriating me, my stubborn wife was testing the patience that I did not have. I glared at her as she stood there with her thick red curls bouncing about her head, using her precious body as a shield to protect that woman! "Move," I said but she didn't budge. I glared at the woman behind her, she had brainwashed my Marsai and the thought of that reheated the anger in me. I watched as the woman called the attention of Marsai and she leaned in, not once taking her hazel eyes away from me. If only you'd look at me, this way in a very different scenario. Tch. I was still growling deep within me and waiting for the slightest opportunity to pounce because I could certainly not go through Marsai, I could not hurt her. As I looked on, I caught on to what they were saying. "You'll have to tell him," the old hag muttered. "Tell him what?" My wife asked. "Tell him you want to reject him, make it official now" Oh, fuck no! Marsai
Fenrir’s POV: I looked at her for a while and took another step forward and again, she didn't flinch, she just stood there, looking me straight in the eye and I stared back at those Hazel eyes, those fluid eyes. They were shaking, there was something about the way she looked at me that just touched me, everything went away, my previous annoyance, anger, desperation…everything. The way her eyes looked into mine, it was as if she'd finally given up like she wasn't going to oppose me anymore, she was going to break down and give up and not care anymore. I didn't want that. I suddenly realized that I couldn't see Marsai without her spark, that spark of defiance she always had. That braveness of still having the courage to confront me….I didn't want that to go away. Sighing, I gave a little smile as I reached for a thick strand of her hair, its curl twisting itself immediately around my finger. She was waiting for something to happen, just like everyone else who watched, and who d
Fenrir's POV You are a confused man, Fenrir. Yes, yes I am. I really am a confused man. I mean, just look at it—ever since I set eyes on her, I have never let Marsai out of my sight. I put all sorts of restraints on her, rules, guards, anything that made sure that even if she moved an inch. I would be aware, and then out of the blue, I open the doors wide open for her to waltz, if she so pleases, right out. Isn't that confusing? Now, why I did it? I honestly do not know. Because Marsai is capable of running away right this very second and I'm not going to stop her, because I took off all restraints on her, why? I don't fucking know. I wonder if it was because of what happened at the dungeon, I sighed, running my hands through the hair that keeps falling on my face. Taking a deep breath, I leaned lazily on the soft leather chair in the reception room, in the Alpha chambers. Right by my side was a silver trolley and in it was a bottle of some exotic drink made from dried
Marsai's POVI was so lost in my thoughts that I almost bumped into a little child. Correction, the child almost bumped into me, it seemed the little one was in a hurry to go somewhere. I wondered where she was running off until I turned and looked in the direction of where she had run.In the midst of a few onlookers sat a lanky old man, a big shawl wrapped around his shoulders and a piece of dried barley stem stuck between his lips. He was saying something, talking animatedly as he moved his hands and it seemed everyone was interested in what he was saying, so out of sheer curiosity and the fact that I was already intrigued, I decided to walk over there and listen. "He was the greatest Alpha to rule in the history of the Crescent origin. He was truly the son of his father." The man said. "Who was?" Asked a little boy who had just joined the little crowd. "Why, the late Alpha of course!" The man smiled, the few teeth in his mouth coming out in view. "Heavens bless hi
Marsai’s POV "Mr storyteller.." a little she-wolf called, "what do you mean by what you just said?" "Yes old man, explain." the crowd urged. I just stood there trying to understand if I had heard the unruly man correctly. The man seemed to enjoy all the attention he was getting, he shrugged his shoulders proudly as he continued, "Did you hear about the rumor of our new Alpha being a Guarana?" "What?" Someone gasped in shock. "I heard about it, but is it true?" Another asked. "It can't be.." "No way.." The pack members debated in murmurs. "That's a myth!" Someone voiced. I smiled to myself, that was exactly what I had thought. The Guarana had to be a myth..it wasn't real…well that was until the little incident with Fenrir. I also wondered where this old man must have heard what happened. Because It had happened inside the Alpha house. "You all must not have been informed then. I heard a palace guard telling someone that they had witnessed the
Marsai's POV We all turned to look at Rudolph, waiting for him to say something. To give his own opinion. He scanned all our faces, before leaning back on his chair with a deep sigh. "Elena," he called for her to raise both eyebrows at him in response."Leah, will the both of you please excuse us? I'd like to have a word with Marsai—alone" I looked up at Rudolph to my friends and back. He would like to talk with me, alone? Why? "I don't understand," Elena voiced, "what is so…so important that you cannot say in front of us?" She argued, arms crossed in her chest, "I mean, we are all aware of what is going on here" Rudolph sighed, a deep frown on his face. "Elena, don't start with me." "But—" "Elena!" Rudolph snapped, the frown deepening. "Come on, let's go.." Leah said, grabbing Elena's arm and dragging her out of the room. Elena looked at me with a sad and slightly annoyed frown. "Marsai…" I just shook my head and signaled for her to liste
Fenrir’s POV Elena and Leah were the first to appear after I had growled my entrance into the house. I had used the front door after I leaped over the gate, flinging it open and scaring the old butler that stood there, half to death. I grinned inwardly as I saw deep fear in their eyes when they both looked at me, shivering visibly. I certainly looked much more terrifying than before and I knew it. I could feel it. Elena screamed first. Loud and pitchy as her body visibly shook as she held onto the skirt of her bulky dress, and the arm of her other sister who was letting short screams out of her mouth as if she was going to faint at any moment. The servants started to arrive, rushing into the scene and probably wondering why their mistresses were screaming. The first servant that saw me was a young girl, her pale brown eyes opening in shock as she let out an ear-piercing scream, and fell to the ground trying to crawl backward, that's how everyone else started coming. Screaming
Marsai's POV I took another step forward, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I tried as hard as I could not to shake or show any form of fear if I was to prove anything to Rudolph. Fenrir had never looked as terrifying as he did right now. He looked as dreadful as he was powerful, but I bit my bottom lips and took another step forward. I needed to do this, to not only prove a point to everyone else but to myself.Can I by any chance calm Fenrir's anger?He looked like he was about to rip someone's head off right now. It was scary I had to admit, with bloodshot eyes, growling canines… I wonder if I could calm him like the she-wolf calmed her guarana prince in the legend the storyteller was telling?I mean since it was obvious that Fenrir was the Guarana and since I was his mate, is it possible that I could have the ability to calm him down? To cool his anger? I took another step and soon enough I was standing right in front of him. His silver eyes sparkled with red glints as
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