Fenrir’s POVFour hours passed. Books, scrolls, memoirs, and pamphlets were scattered all over the rug that cladded the ground of my study. Elena still looked energetic while Ludwig was half asleep with a book on his lap. Four hours we spent trying to get more information with the witch was able to use the spells to keep vampires away. “Still nothing?” I asked her, the solemn look of defeat downing her features. She had a bunch of scrolls and books opened by her side.“I don't know…” She sighed, looking around at the scrolls she held down with pebble stones that sat in ceramic bowls on one of the shelves. “Elena, I brought you here because you said you knew…now you don't know?” I snapped her at her, knowing fully well I was just sourcing out a way to take out my rage. It wasn't the same course rage that I knew. This rage was more from frustration. “I'm experienced with medicine and beauty care, Milord. I'm not a cartographer. These maps, there's something kind of weird about the
Fenrir’s POVA soft knock from my door distracted me from the maps arranged in front of me, leaving the same Elena had arranged them herself. Now, as for my reasons for calling Hunter. They laid abundant. First was, he was once an Alpha, before I took that right from him.. Secondly, He definitely would know more about the maps than I ever would. Lastly, he traveled more, he was more of an explorer because he traveled more with his father. A sigh escapes my lips as I rest my head back on the lush rug, sighing again. This time, my rage couldn't solve anything. This was a whole new problem, and it was because of my ignorance. The thread from the rugs tickled my ears into changing positions. For the first time in a long while, I could feel the burden of helplessness and what it really felt like. It was going to take a while before Hunter got here. The stream of self pity and guilt delicately began to flood my mind, crippling any further interest from rising up from the ground becau
Fenrir's POV “You mean I have a rat in my Pack?!!” My voice collided with the amber walls, piercing my eardrums back. Hunter flinched, moving back as he stared at me wearily. I took another swing at my bottle of wine. The dryness caused me to smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth. All this while I stayed worrying about being a failure, trying to rescue Marsai. I have been so distracted, I didn't spot a rat in my own Council. “Alpha, you can't start picking random people off the Council and lynching them in search for the culprit. We would only make a bigger mess.” Hunter spoke calmly from a distance. “This is not going to be happening at the birth of a new empire…MY EMPIRE!” I yelled out of frustration. Suddenly, the room felt small. Caging not just my restless body but the entire feeling of rage slipping out of my pores. Red dots found a way into my vision every time I close my eyes. “Hunter…get out of here.” I found myself muttering. “Wha-”“GET. THE. FUCK OUT OF HE
I walked out, glad the chills that initially crept up my arms and the run through my spine had finally stopped. Everyone must have been somehow cleared out from the infirmary before I came out because the beds were empty. Not a single sign of anyone laying around or attending to some other pregnant or injured person. Smart choice… I thought to myself, looking down at the head in my hand. It sat in my claws so naturally, it felt like it was part of my body. The thought of the head coming back to life to take its pound of flesh causes me to drop the head impulsively. I looked around, spotting a white partly soiled sheet laying carelessly on the ground. Thank the heavens I'm a smart man. I picked it up. I looked around me, searching for the head, it was nowhere to be found.“What the fuck…” My voice echoed from the walls back to my ears. Panic began to get into my bloodstream. I had to take a deep breath so I could think clearly. I breathed in my surroundings but there was nothin
Fenrir’s POVClearing his throat, Ludwig stood to his feet. “Yes...Good day, Council men and women. It is an honor—”“Ludwig, the evening is almost upon us. Our refreshed enemies are at their strongest, so, pick up the pace.” I interrupted what was supposed to be his acknowledgement speech. Probably because he had never been invited to a Council meeting before. “Of course, Alpha.” He bowed in my direction and I nodded, giving him a go ahead. “Alright, uh-so, good day, Council. As you all know, the Valley vampires have always been around. Those of us who were here 80 to 100 years ago know this by now, but we do have some people who are clueless in our midst, so I will explain everything from the sc-” The look on my face must have stopped him from saying anything else that could get him killed. I turned to look at Elena who in return, was looking directly into my soul with a small smile on her lips. “I'm sorry, Alpha. Am I blabbing?” Ludwig asked in a throaty voice. His pupils da
Fenrir POVNow, that's the Fenrir they will love and remember…“Alpha. I suggest you go easy on her, you know your rage is pretty fatal. You do not want to kill the remaining half of your council members again…” Hades kept an innocent look while throwing a jab at me. I could see the instant worried look on the faces of the rest of the Council members. They all watched me without actually staring at me boldly. Obviously they were waiting for a reaction to confirm that Hades was, as a matter of factly right. “I will keep that in mind, Hades. In the meantime, I'm glad you are now under my protection and my Pack.” I shot back with a confident smile. He isn't about to put me on the map for being crazy, that is already a fact. Packs far and wide got to know this Pack and fear it since my arrival. Making me look stupid in front of my comrades… was something I wasn't going to accept. “So, Rudolph. Was there any out-of-place tent, Footsteps, anything that struck a nerve?” I directed my gaz
Fenrir's POV “I'm going to the dining inn for some evening pork and wine. You have been dismissed.” I walked away towards the anterior entrance. It was like the perfect gateway between the Alpha quarters and the journey that begins into the pack.There was an air of silence behind me after I passed my orders, so I turned around. They both had a look of fear and uncertainty on their faces. Rudolph nervously fidgeted with his recoil blade on the table while Hunter just started with a wide eye. “What is the dramatic pause all about?” I asked nonchalantly, balancing a hand on my Waist. “Alpha, you know it is going to be dark soon. You could always have another at your place, safe in the Alpha quarters.” Hunter pointed towards the posterior entrance with so much conviction in his voice. I could see it, his eyes were basically pleading with me to not do anything stupid. But was I going to listen…not exactly. A laughter that tickled the back of my throat found its way out of my lips an
Fenrir's POV The air is still warm. Yet my ears felt extra sensitive, imaginatively peaking at every single rustle of leaves beneath my feet or almost a meter away from me on a tree. I decided to take a walk all the way there. It was enough time to get to the shop before the sun fully set. Mrs. Pristine lived just behind her shop, so I was sure she would be safe from whatever drama I decide to cause while I'm at it. It was close enough to the borders of the Pack, so I followed my gut feeling. There was nothing stronger than the urge to make contact with whatever this beast-like creature was. An airy feeling trailed down my back so fast that I turned around in a split second.Nothing… I was in between shadows cast by trees on my way, there was no way that was not a micro attack. I instantly held onto my neck and took a deep breath. I was getting paranoid again. “Fenrir...just get to the diner, that's all you need to do right now.” I kept on walking, still very conscious of every
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