Veronica’s POVThe Rozeiros family is still a mystery to me.Frankly, the house of Rozeiros has always been an enigma for the entirety of the North. All I know is that they are monarchs who have been around since the continent was founded. Their power and influence goes way back. They founded the Helios pack and have been the said leader since. Yet despite all this, people know little of them.I have always thought that it's because I am from a different pack. After all, it's not like each clan shares their history over a cup of tea. Wolf packs are civil at most. Alliances are not that common. There's a reason territories exist. But now that I think about it, even after marrying to the family, I know close to nothing about the Rozeiroses.Sebastian Rozeiros was only the demon wolf to me until recently. The strongest in the North, infamous for being the best and most brutal hunter in the continent. He sits on top of all the Alphas. A king above kings. Feared and respected.I know him
Veronica's POVI have been wrong for quite a number of times in my life.I was wrong when I trusted my stepmother, stepsister, and ex-husband who ruined my life, got me dethroned, and exiled in a blink of an eye.I was wrong when I thought Helios would become my personal hell and that I would die after I was thrown away here.And apparently, I was wrong again now.“This is him when he was five years old and sneaked out for his first hunt,” she pointed to the photograph of a little boy with a scowl on his face and a small rabbit on his lap. He was glaring at the camera, “He wouldn’t kill the bunny because he thought it was cute.”The boy looked grumpy but lacked the bite that is usually present in his current age. He looks like an adorable kid throwing a tantrum and I’m sure he was throwing a tantrum when the photo was taken.I laughed while staring at the image. I would surely use this against Sebastian.“Oh there’s these pictures of a newborn Ian too,” she says with a giggle. Luciana
Warning: Graphic depictions of violence*****Sebastian's POVThe first time I believed in my prophesied curse was the day I lost myself.It happened the night when we were traveling back to Helios from a pack convention. We had prisoners with us that were supposed to be taken back to our territory as we had triumphed over expanding our borders and they were the rogues that were sentenced to punishment as a result.The night was supposed to be yet another ordinary evening. However, things took a twisted turn. I was shifted in my wolf form. My pitch black fur was embraced by the freezing wind as I tore through the dark woods in a blur of motion passing through the tall trees. All my senses are heightened and I feel overstimulated, my red eyes were frantic and wild as I scoped the terrain.My throat was scorching and I needed something to quench this overwhelming thirst that was muddling my brain. An unrelenting hunger sits on the pit of my stomach, I was itching for something I couldn
Veronica’s POV“Is it me or are you sweeter to me lately?” There was amusement in Sebastian’s voice as he combed his fingers through my wavy locks. We were laying together, tangled on the couch inside our bedroom as the sunset hues from the open balcony painted our chambers faded marmalade. I tried not to flinch at his comment and keep down my reaction to it.Luciana’s words about his curse were still fresh in my mind.“Sebastian was prophesied to die.”Even the slight memory of it is enough to fill my body with terror and an ache that I don’t want to acknowledge. It’s been days since that and I have been doing my best to repress it, to not consider its implications. After all, Sebastian doesn’t even show that he thinks about it nor does he have any plans of letting me know.Hence, I keep it to myself. Act like it’s not real, not mention it out loud. Because maybe if I never say it out loud, it will not be manifested to existence— I can still pretend that it is not true.Besides, Luc
Note: The following chapter contains explicit adult content.* * * * *Veronica’s POVHrk! Grk, hgrk—Sebastian tightened the fingers that were intently gripping my wavy brown locks as he guided my mouth to take his length further to its base. My fingers dig into his skin from where I was holding him by the thighs. I pressed into the hilt, his tip hitting the back of my throat as the scent of his pheromones dominated my other senses.“Fuck, Veronica,” he rasped as his red eyes bore into mine, taking the sight of me on my knees in front of him. He sure enjoys what was in front of him by the glint in those dazed orbs. His hips stuttered a bit when I continued to swallow him whole. I could feel a rumbling from his chest as he breathed and leaned back on the couch, “You take me so good, love,” he praises.I braced myself as Sebastian moved to grind his hips to my face. The gagging sounds were muffled along with the filthy squelching that just made me feel more heated as he stuffed me down
Veronica’s POVToday I am going out on a hunt and my prey is the untrusting, oblivious Keldor.With the help of Sebastian, we have organized a small event in Helios. The pack will be gathering at the central clearing of the territory for the occasion. I initiated a fun hunting contest, not a big deal but still a competition and I will be joining. The participants will be the pack hunters from the rookies to the regulars. I couldn’t invite the seniors and elites because it wouldn't be wise to take them away from their tasks just for this little affair.“You’re very gutsy for this,” Sebastian commented with amusement in his voice, a hand on the low of my back as we arrived at the meeting grounds. “I could never predict you,” he whispered behind my ear.I turned to look up at him and asked lightly, “You don’t think I can pull this off?”“No,” he gave me a serious look and added, “I know you can pull this off,” he emphasized his words. I couldn’t help but beam at his confidence in me. I
Veronica’s POVMy first hunt was when I was eight years old.Usually, young werewolves make their first hunt around the age of eleven under the supervision of their pack elders. All werewolves are trained to hunt to survive the wild and become a functional member of the pack. However, I didn't exactly follow the normal process.It was a very cold winter during that time, I remember the snow covering the entire territory and we were all advised to stay inside. Father was absent and I had no idea where he was which was weird because everyone should be home. It also happened during the timeframe when we were slowly growing apart. I didn't know it at the time, though. All I knew is that I felt neglected and I wanted attention. I craved for my parent.Back then, I was confused of the change that is slowly unfolding in our family. I might not be able to understand what was happening but I noticed it. I remember asking Jadeline one time,“Where’s Father? Why is he not around lately?” My you
Veronica’s POVI have never truly stepped outside into the world before, my entire life was within the territory of my former pack.My days were dedicated to serving the Eviera clan, I had no time to explore further or even simply travel. I was always busy and my interests revolved around wanting to prove myself to people around me. I have never thought about wanting to discover more, too. I was focused on a tunnel vision.But as I looked out the window and the passing breathtaking view outside, I felt some sense of new regret for the first time.We were in a carriage on the way to the venue of the Culling Tournament. We have crossed outside the borders of the North and it was my first time leaving our side of country.I’ve seen a lot of new places and I realized just how big the world is while I was sinking into my sense of responsibility and duty all of my life.There was a waterfall that I see from afar. It was gigantic and eye-catching even from a distance. The running waters get d