Marsai's POV It was when I had stepped my foot out of the room in curiosity that I remembered that Fenrir was still in the house. The instant I saw him, I didn't need to tell me that he just might have been listening on to our conversation. Oh, Heavens, no! That means he had heard—everything. From the look on his face, I was sure he had. Oh, no. What have I done? Regret usually comes later and it is much worse with me. I regretted everything I had said, from my plans to run away to me implicating….Elder Fiona. Oh, heavens! I had implicated that poor woman. The regret ate through me and I felt faint. I raised my eyes to look at Fenrir and what I saw shocked me to the core. His growl wasn't the only thing that scared me….how he looked right now was frightening. All my life, I had only heard stories of this kind of thing, the ancient books called it the 'Guarana' also known as Half–shifting or a half-shifter. It was said that only the strongest of werewolves could achieve this t
Marsai's POV Everywhere was dark. I couldn't see anything, I wasn't sure if I was even conscious but all I know is, it was dark. I could feel it, I could, the coldness of the darkness itself enveloping me. Suddenly there was a spark of light, which gave me a short feeling of hope. The light started as a little beam until it grew brighter and brighter, larger and larger till I could finally see where I was. It was like I was watching myself. There was another me, standing right in front of a mirror that was blurred like everything else I could see. I saw the expression on this other Marsai's face as she stared at the reflection of her dress in the mirror. I know that look, that was the same look I had when I…..wait, a second….. I squinted my eyes as my brows furrowed…that dress…I know that dress— "Girl, you are going to have the best eighteenth birthday ever!" Oh…no. I swiftly looked back and my throat tightened. Seating on my bed, was the blurred out figure of Elena,
Marsai’s POV Immediately, all I could hear around me was loud heartbeats, I could feel the fear just like the other me that was pinned underneath that monster. The wind had stopped and everything had started to spin…the heartbeats became louder and louder, and I looked at the other me who seemed as overwhelmed as I was but not so overwhelmed to notice the scent that drifted between our noses.I knew that scent and she did too, because the next thing I heard was.. "My…mate" So it was true, the universe decided to curse me…Fenrir was my mate. It became all too much at the moment and soon we were all enveloped by that darkness I knew so well…it was silent, the only words I could hear were my name, MarsaiMarsaiMarsai"Marsai!" Gasping, I opened my eyes, light flooding them for a second as I struggled to see. Seated in front of me, peering deep into my face was Elena with a slightly concerned look on her face. "Oh, good you're awake," she said, sighing as she took a d
Fenrir's POV My hand had been placed on the glass of the bedroom window. I could feel the cold seeping through my skin from the glass but that did nothing to calm me down. I know what I heard, I could not have mistaken it….or could I? Marsai had called me her mate before she passed out, she did…I know she did. But then, what if she didn't I ran my hands through my hair and took a deep breath, barely noticing the person behind me. "Yeah, what did you say again?" I asked with a deep sigh, "I didn't hear you the first time" I slowly turned around to meet eye to eye with her, though she lowered her dark green gaze immediately. Elena fidgeted as she pulled at the front of her dress, which made me notice the little swelling on her chest that shook a little when she did that. She seemed to have noticed my gaze because she kept on pulling but I longed to tell her to stop her little act of drawing my attention there. Sadly, Elena wasn't blessed with Marsai's full bosom and
Fenrir's POV Deep breaths Fenrir, deep breaths. Just take…no…no "What?!" I bellowed menacingly. What? Does that mean that Marsai had already found her, no, No! "Who is he?" I asked angrily, the anger building up in me even more. "Who the fuck is he?!" I saw Elena flinch at my voice but I did not care! I was too annoyed, I mean how? Was it Rudolph? It couldn't be…cause heavens know I will wipe him from existence if it is! I stared at his sister who looked rather terrified and that angered me the more, "Are you deaf, you moron?" I snapped angrily, "I asked you a bloody question" She fell to her knees, quivering, "I…I don't know, Alpha…I don't know." I sighed deeply, taking a deep breath which of course did nothing to ease the hot anger flowing through me. Should I be this angry? Or am I mistaking the emotion for…fear? Fear that she would have a reason to leave with another man, a man destined to be her soulmate. Sigh"Where is she?" I tried to keep my voice eve
Marsai’s POV The woman sighed, "Technically I— ahh…I've betrayed my Alpha and my pack by trying to aid the Luna escape from her pack," she gulped slowly, "from her husband" Guilt started to eat through my very being. This is all my fault. "Luna…" Elder Fiona said with her eyes cast low, "Treason is punishable by death…" She looked up at me and finally, the dread was evident in her eyes. She didn't want to die, I didn't want her to die but it seems I always plague people with my bad luck. My eyes pricked as I blinked continuously, but that didn't stop the salty drops of tears from escaping and pooling down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry" I'm so so sorry… "It's okay, Milady.." Fiona reassured in a soothing voice but that made it feel worse. "It's all my fault, it's all—" "Hey…it's not…" Her voice had started to shake. "It's not your fault" she said before raising her head up and managing a smile, her cheeks were a little damp as well. "It's not your fault—"
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
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