Chapter 5

Xenra

On hearing the words, the slavers seemed to have gone through five rounds of death. The wolves continued to enclose them, flashing their fangs and threatening movements, further intensifying their fear. 

In less than a second, they pounced and the silent night was disturbed with screams and pleas. The traders tried to fight back, a few of them transforming into their weak werewolf forms. 

If I thought I had seen humiliation, this was the worst. Before the elite wolves, they looked like cubs. Small and inferior. It made the killing process easier. 

As the weaker wolves attacked, the bigger wolves curved strategically, sinking their fangs into their necks. One snap and they all went limp. 

All except the squirming slave master. Who looked like he was on the verge of passing out. 

“P…Please….” 

Asher's cold gaze made him hold his breath, afraid the wolves would kill him if he even breathed wrong. 

“I don't intend to kill you. I need your help,” Asher said slowly. I looked at him in surprise. What help could he possibly want from the tiny man?

“W-what do you… want me to do?” The man stuttered. “I'll do anything, I swear. Please spare me,” he pleaded desperately. 

I was certain he wasn't bluffing. In the face of death, people become desperate, willing to go to any length for a grasp of life. 

Alpha Asher strolled to him and placed a friendly army on his shoulder. Asher’s deadly calm has the man sweating profusely.

“It is quite simple. I want to tell everyone you come across that my territory is off limits for any form of slave trade, be it a blood slave or a sex slave. Feel free to share your story and tell them what happened to your men. Do not leave out any detail,” Asher instructed.

“Because if anyone flaunts my orders, there would be no survivor to tell the story,” his voice deepened in a low, deadly whisper that sent goosebumps all over my skin.

The slaver looked a lot worse. Like the words were slicing off every layer of his skin. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” the slaver bopped his head nonstop. “I will tell everyone, Alpha. No one will come even two hundred meters close to your territory. This… this will be the last time, I promise.”

Asher always had this oppressing presence, but it seemed to have gotten more intense as he grew older. 

It was incredibly sexy. 

Asher nodded curtly, “For your sake, I hope it is. You are free to go now, but if you are unfortunate enough to fall into my hands again in the course of slave trading, you will be begging for death.”

With that, the man fled as his life depended on it. 

When he disappeared into the darkness, my gaze returned to my ethereal knight in shining armour. He had grown more beautiful than I last saw him.

My eyes matched hungrily to his skin, taking in every bit of him I'd missed in the last twelve years.

It was weird to feel that thing thumping heavily in my chest but I didn't mind. The poor heart could beat as hard as it wanted as long as I got the chance to taste this sinfully gorgeous man again.

Didn't he say something about being a sex slave earlier? Looks like I'd be begging him to take me as his soon.

“You!” He snapped and I blinked. He must have noticed my thirsty stare. “Look at me that way again and I will gouge out your eyeballs and feed them to you!”

For some reason, it struck a nerve. 

He was still the same arrogant angry youth I knew back in the day. I glared at him with all my might as the memories flowed through my mind.

The arguments, the abandonments, the heartbreaks! 

Why did I always get entangled with the worst kind of these species?

To think the other man whom I had turned to in hope of forgetting the heartbreak inflicted on me by this moron ripped my heart out of my chest while whispering sweet nothings to me?!

“How dare you?!” I growled, taking all of them by surprise. I was ready to attack the bastard and pour all the misery and frustration on him, but it seemed like my body was too weak to handle the fury, so I wobbled. 

I expected to hit the ground but fell into the arms of another instead. As the blanket of darkness enveloped me, I caught the indifferent irritated look in his eyes. 

As usual, while I could barely control my emotions and desires for him, he remained the ball of ice from years ago.

Irritated. Uncaring. Unfeeling.

I mentally gave him the middle finger. No matter what my rebound, Lenhandro had done to me, dumping Asher remained the best decision of my life.