HUDSON Jim and Jay, two of my favourite pets, have huge lips that ooze saliva as they wag their tails eagerly awaiting the meal I'm about to pour out for them. They are my watchdogs, enormous, with large skulls and sagging jaws. The most devoted cat, I open a sealed can and pour the contents into their dish, where they gnaw on it with their jaws in the bowl and make a mess of the room. Which maid is that? I ponder this as I launch a sealed can into the air and catch it as it falls. In addition to sensing the desire, I also felt as though I could smell her. It was so intense that I was unable to resist. My iris became blue in the lobby since my fur was so obvious, but my baggy suit did an excellent job of hiding it. My brothers constantly claim that I have the most quick-tempered wolf, one that changes shape at the least opportunity. The hairs on my skin stood up when she bumped into me in the hallway yesterday. Only I, who tamed it at the appropriate time, knew that my eyes had ch
AALIYAH After the elders departed Beta Arlo's chamber, the pack had become as quiet as a cemetery. According to rumours, the triple alphas need to take their leadership responsibilities seriously and either create a replacement or resign so that another clan can take over. Since they might easily sell the kingdom on Delilah's laps for all they care, having a few promiscuous youths at the top is not entirely a smart idea.I adjust the uniform on my body as I check myself in the mirror by my bed. I congratulate myself for having what it takes to be their Delilah. I had my uniform washed and pressed yesterday, so no matter how closely you look, there are no stains or traces of any kind. You need your Luna and a child at your side to be crowned Alpha, and I feel like I'm so near to realizing my dreams.Despite their affinity towards me, Hector and Hudson couldn't hide the hatred on their faces when I was around. What could be worse than having your friends reject you because you are wors
*HECTOR* To say that I can't manage my beast is to mince words. The agony of wanting what you can't have and the feeling of helplessness. She occupies a blank space in my mind, a stranger I can't bring myself to evict. I pace back and forth, the whole of me agitating. It's past eight and I’m yet to see the maid, my room is a mess, not dirty, but for an extremist, it needs to be extra. It irks me the more, merely looking at it, hives creeping on my skin. I have tons of new books in my library and research to make, but the thought of a maid puts me in so much unease. Damn! I cuss, she gets me even when absent.There is a knock on the door and when I didn't respond, it opens, her chubby cheeks in my room.“I think you're fed too much than you work for.” I didn't let her get in, before lashing out on her.“I concur with you because I'm starving at the moment.”"Unless I permit you, you aren't allowed to respond to me. Don't act clever.” I aggravate myself as usual. She sets the mop bu
*LADY SASHA* They claim that walls have ears, and gossip is indeed a popular trend and a useful employment for those without jobs, like the alpha females. They and the usual maids wouldn't let the matter go once the elder council visited this pack. I've frequently overheard them discussing the alphas while they were talking, or I've walked in on others going extra miles with the flexibility exercise. Dumb is the most unpleasant of them all. She is undoubtedly stupid. All three of the brothers, notably Hector, who wouldn't give her a moment to breathe, seem to want her to clean their rooms individually. She is incredibly foolish if she doesn't see that she is playing with fire and will only end up getting horribly burned. Why should I care? She was only brought in here to keep their beds warm, so why should I care? If she isn't engaging in a verbal battle with Hudson or an alpha female she refers to as strongest, she is causing havoc in Hector's room.“Shit.” I make a hand stamp on
*AALIYAH* My body hurts so badly that I can't care what the other people are chatting about. Nikki and Linda aren't here; instead, they're either doing the laundry or preparing breakfast for the others, except for us. I'm fighting so hard just to get up. It will take a lot of effort to get my ass there and into my bed because it is so far away. Lady Sasha's treat won't derail any of my efforts because if I don't exact my retribution and keep my head, I'm no better off than dead. It would be worse to be dead than to spend my entire life confined behind these walls and treated like a slave. Where would I flee to even if I managed to escape? Have Beta Nicholas have his way with me this time with my now-dreadful pack? This also is never a choice. Since it's still early, I still have time to clean Alpha Hudson's room and leave before he gets back. He's having breakfast with his siblings and the Beta at the dining room table. I wipe the mud off my clothing as slowly as I can to avoid h
*AALIYAH* My hair covers my entire pale face, making me look like a squirrel that narrowly escaped the predator's sword. I stumble toward my bed as a sharp agony shoots down my spine. "Oh, that poor baby." Nikki shouts, rushing to my defense. "You look like a mess." She cleans my face of hair. "What happened?" Linda asks as she follows Nikki, she throws her napkin to the side.They both encircle me in a cozy hug. giving me a gentle pat. They are more than simply friends to me; they are more than family. After the incident, I've never felt this much affection. Even though I lost a friend, I did gain two others, albeit not in the best of circumstances. I don't mind if this comforting hug is the only thing they can give me.“Do you still feel pain from what that nasty woman did to you, poor baby?” She gently places me in a chair.“It does, but not in comparison to the hardship I'm experiencing.”“Oh no, what might that be?” Linda's voice was quite worried."It's the alphas...not the
*HUNTER* Knowing she is present but out of reach feels different. What has altered? I was as kind, composed, and joyful to the stranger as one can be the last time I can recall. Such unmatched bravery to send her pal in her place. My hands are shaking and I'm experiencing a range of emotions. I sent her placement back to retrieve her more than an hour ago, but she has still not arrived. Going to her room would make me feel uncomfortable and stir up dust.She may have knocked lightly or not at all, but I didn't feel her presence since I was too caught up in my thoughts, which is unusual for me. "You requested me," Her voice is weak and damaged.My heart races with concern. The woman before me is a mere shadow of the vibrant beauty I had encountered just days ago. Her energy seemed drained and her body was contorted with pain.Without a second thought, I abandon my comfort and hurry toward her. But as I draw closer, she suddenly recoils, taking swift steps backward with a trembling
*AALIYAH* _*I am the bonafide queen with three alphas on my feet, the Omega of all Omegas.*_ My hand is completely on the table as the long-anticipated future draws near. I entirely remove my uniform as I confront my reflection in the mirror. Midway through, I turn to look at the scars on my back. I remember my father's comforting words and his suffering. When I was fifteen, he told me stories while watching me nod off in bed."Aaliyah, my sweetheart, do you see this scar right here?" He turns his scapula toward me as he points at it. "I got it from my first combat. I was eighteen at the time, and I thought it was my final day on earth. It healed. So far, it's the closest mark I can acquire from an enemy's blade.” He beams. He puts out his wrist and says, "And this right here, it's my favourite. Mama was about to give birth to you but was too weak." He lovingly strokes my hair and says, "They think you're exceptional. You almost completely consumed all of her energy as you grew,
THIRD PERSON’S POV. By nightfall, the alphas, Aaliyah and Nikki ride in a carriage, while the warriors of Orlando match quietly to the border of Moon Howlers pack. It takes them long hours to arrive at the spot and the place is as quiet and deserted as can be. The only presumptive sign was the sacks of sand heaped on themselves to form a shield. Nikki takes the lead and directs them to the shelter at the secluded spot, very well hidden from the border. The three alphas replace her, with Aaliyah by the side, ready to rescue her baby once they burst in. Fortunately, the door is made of ancient wood that's already rotting away and the hinges are half gone. In a silent count of three, they kick the door down in unison and rush in. The noise sends Shelly and Chris flying and baby Hendrix crying from a disrupted sleep. Shelly instantly rushes towards the baby, to use him as bait and protect herself. But before she gets to him, Hudson is swift to throw a pocket knife in her directi
THIRD PERSON’S POV Nikki arrives at the pack house tired and weak. Her dress is torn in some places, with her skin bruised from falls and scratches from wild plants. Her feet are the worst, it look so dirty like she trekked in gutters and pits. The door opens with the guards signalling the others to call Lady Aaliyah and the alphas. “Welcome, lady Nikki.” The guard by the hate greets as Nikki walks in, heading towards the house. He looks out for insiders and satisfied none is forthcoming, he jams the door and closes it. Aaliyah rushes down and meets Nikki dragging her feet like a child, with her muddy footsteps evidence of her traces. "Nikki darling, what happened to you?” she holds her firm, not minding that she both looks and smells horrible. Rather, Nikki begins to sob. Hot tears burn her cheeks as she keeps sobbing. "Go ready her bath." Aaliyah orders a maid who takes to her heels immediately. When they arrive in Nikki's room, Aaliyah dismisses the maids, strips her frien
AALIYAH. The night has me rolling recklessly on the bed. I keep counting every second, down to noon. With each passing minute, the promise of having my baby by my side becomes clearer, and the risk of dragging the three alpha there more scary. Curiosity eats me deep, the need to know the location burns hotter than any desire. And somehow, I'm glad that Nikki is away, for reasons best known to herself. It's barely 11:45 pm, and the night draws on, much longer than expected. Frustrated, I sit up, still lost in my thoughts. Unable to sleep, I wear my robe and go to the gate. The servants are half asleep and one gasps when he finally wakes up to see me before him.“Good evening, my lady.” He wipes the last of sleep off his eyes. “Evening. I'm expecting a letter tomorrow, I don’t know when it's coming, but please, stay off the gate to not scare anyone away.” I want. I'm scared of the consequences if we nab one of them. “Alright, ma.” He assures. I go up, and happy that nothing would
NIKKI. I remain quiet for a while, and totally immobile. "I bet I heard something.” Shelly insists. My breath is almost on hold, as I struggle to fathom what is behind me. At this point, I didn't care much about being busted or punished or yelled at... I just didn't care at all. It's more like life is playing a trick on me. All along, he has something to do with Shelly. Why then was he always riled up when I mentioned her name or went to seek for her welfare? Why then did he make it seem like she is the monster? Not like right now she is any short of it. How low Chris has reduced me to. Hot tears burn my cheeks and I let it flow slowly as I remain numb for the longest. Footsteps approach, and I find myself creeping like a child away from the window, crawling and crying and praying I don't meet one of them. This is indeed a risk, and I honestly can't tell how much it's worth, because it leaves me mentally insane. The window opens, and I’m already on the other side, crying my lun
NIKKI. The box I am in lifts from the ground halfway and then drops. I hear the faint grunting of a lady, I suppose it's the maid. It stops soon after the box returns to the ground. It goes up again, and then levels flat on the ground. "Is it that heavy? Try harder, Alpha Chris will soon be on our necks.” A male voice pleads. Seeing what Chris did to the poor driver, I feel sorry for him, hoping he doesn't take the fall yet again. "It surely is heavy, I bet you know. Please, you would need to seek the help of your fellow. This is the best I can go.” "Jeez, you ladies, and bailing out on the slightest hardship.” He sighs. Somehow, I'm silently laughing inside, thinking to myself that these two have some chemistry. Because this argument can't be about my weight, a petite lady like myself that Chris scoops at will. “I don't know what you mean, but I can't do this. Even if I did, I wouldn't go beyond the corridor, and I would end up breaking my back.” "So?" He lifts up his
NIKKI We ride pass the market, with very few people and it's almost as quiet as a graveyard. It's quite early, and I won't fault them for being in bed, either sleeping to their death or cuddling in the arms of their lover. And I don't have the luxury to afford any, so yeah, I’m busy studying their lives and praying mine doesn't fall apart. Down from the central areas to the outskirts, we journey quietly and it takes long hours to get out of Orlando pack. Such a powerful pack, Aaliyah is lucky. I sigh. It's still very early in the morning, the sun is yet to rise fully and I can barely appreciate the landscape, my little way of freeing my mind and not exploding. It takes very long hours before we arrive at Wild Crest pack’s border. When we get closer to the main house, I ask the rider to stop. I take out a pair of black pants from my bag, bathed in a random servant’s perfume, to go undetected by Chris. Taking off his hoodie, I sniff it for the last time and throw on a baggy polo. I
NIKKI.Still in shock and unsure of what to believe, I decide to confront Chris, and doing it over a letter, would mean him denying it or nothing to him at all. Of a truth, I’m done with this sham of a union, but for the longest that he received me, I desperately need an explanation. And if she's wrong, there's a high possibility that I would give him a second chance to be a better mate. Either way, it's a win for me. I proceed to pack my back, not all of it, just a few things I would need if I decide to remain in Wild Crest pack for a few more days. Ready, I walk out of my room, tightly clad in a big hoodie, to prevent the cold. Chris’ hoodie. It's one of the possession I stole, sniffing it every damn minute I think of him. I'm almost at the hate when I halt. I'm yet to tell Aaliyah. Do I still want to make it a secret? Yes. But she would make a big fuss if I didn't tell her a good reason for my sudden departure. She only needs to be briefly informed. Besides, the second letter
SHELLY. He went on and on until I had no more strength to continue. I simply quake in beneath him and moan for mercy, the same mercy I asked him to never grant me. And as he promised from the onset, he remains firm in his words. He bends me over, switching positions like a messed-up child and bringing me to tears. After a while, he lets me be, but I’m certain it isn't because he's exhausted. He settles on the floor and levels my naked skin on himself, skin to skin, providing the best warmth and tender touches. I sniff his masculine scent that's now mixed with a fine blend of our juices in the cold night’s air. His sudor that's sweet smelling rather than a stench to me. Weak and satisfied but greedy regardless, I nestle like a baby in his arms. Just cuddling and mild romance would do, so long as I feel him on myself. His warmth is enough to keep me from the cold, and his muscles, were my shield from the wild. I rub on the bare of his arm, stroking my fingers along its length. Inde
SHELLY.Bored, I take a stroll around the premises, careful enough not to wander too far. Lady Agnes has gone home with Petian, leaving me alone with baby Hendrix like it's always been for almost two weeks now. The night is cold, and so is the weather, as a cool breeze kisses my skin, awakening goosebumps on my bare flesh. This isn't the safest place, but I've not dismissed Lady Agnes’ offer to send guards down here. I believe it shouldn't be a bother, because it would mean drawing much attention to what needed to be as discreet as imagined and you can't guarantee they won't spill. Plus, I've not seen a reason to want their help, besides, the plan is yet to ripen, and two days before the said date, I would accept her offer. Ready to retire for the night, I turn around to retrace my steps, when I see a huge frame in the dark, the dim night light is of little help. I take a step backward, two and then three, until I’m out of count. The huge frame keeps walking towards me, at the sam