MagnusThis is genuinely weird for me. It’s been years since I last slept in the Alpha residence. When I stopped doing that and decided that the couch in my office will do just fine, I was alone in here, in that deafening silence I couldn’t bear.And now I am back. And there isn’t silence. There is a female fighting with her clothes two rooms down. I am picturing Antiope taking all her frustration on her few belongings, on the wardrobe door, on the shelves and drawers and I smile. She looks fiercely cute when she gets mad. Which is all the aspect of emotions I have experienced with her.I am sitting on my bed, a bed that seems so foreign to me, and I am listening tentatively. I hear her open the door to the indoor bathroom and I shift uneasily. When the faucets turn and the water runs, I know she will be naked in there.“Can’t we join? We need a bath, too.”It has been a drag to keep Henrar in check. From the moment Antiope and her wolf Maximo submitted to us he is bugging me to compl
AntiopeI am up since dawn and I am sitting outside on the balcony. The view is so beautiful, so calming, so peaceful it makes me want to cry. I’ve been wanting to cry ever since Magnus dragged me down the Alpha King’s platform. If I could, I would sit here all my life, away from my problems.That’s when I hear the slide door open at the other side of the vast veranda and Magnus walks out. My serenity is shattered by his presence but he still doesn’t know I am here. He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.“Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited.Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too.“Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.“Antiope,” his thic
AntiopeI am holding the receiver almost trembling but since we are in Magnus’s office and he is watching me closely, I am not going to show any emotion. When the line is open and starts beeping, I turn my back to him, striving to get some privacy but Magnus simply moves to a position that would allow him to be able to look at my face.“Do you mind?” I ask.I frown at him and grind my teeth but all he does is make himself comfortable on the desk chair, place an elbow on the arm and regard me with defiance. He has allowed me to make a phone call to my parents but he never agreed that I’d be alone while it.“Beta Everstone,” my father’s voice startles me.“Dad?” I hate how I sound like a little girl right now.“Thank Goddess!” My father lets out all his agony pour out. “Where are you? I looked for you after the Mating Hunt and I was told some incredible tales.”“Well,” I throw my head down, “if it involves Alpha Magnus, those tales were pretty accurate.”“You are mated with Alpha Magnus
MagnusI am looking at the clock. I never do that while I work. If their weren’t for the regular food brought in, I wouldn’t know how time passes by. But now I do. And it seems to pass painfully slow. Why isn’t it 7 already?I thought of finding an excuse and go back to the residence but I fought against it. Why would I want to see the most infuriating woman in existence? I am fine here, in my office, doing...“Damn it!”I close the file I am working on and get up. It’s still early but it’s my home and I will come and go as I please.I go down the stairs and cross the bridge in a hurry. The moment I step in I am greeted by absolute silence. I sniff. She is still here. I go up the stairs and stop in front of her door.“Antiope?”Nothing. I listen and hear her breathing, light and even. She is sleeping. For a while, I just stand there. And then I act. I grab the doorknob and try it. Unlocked. I am relieved in a way. She doesn’t think I’ll harm her anymore. Or she knows a flimsy door wou
AntiopeI wake up with the sound of the door of Magnus’s room and then the shower running, I glance at the clock at my bedside. 6 o’clock. I slept through most of the day, tossing around, fighting my exhaustion, my guilt, my spleen and the freaking jet lag.I decide to have a shower as well and get ready for dinner. Which I desperately need. I haven’t eaten anything all day but judging by breakfast, I doubt I’d get a full meal. How the hell does he keep so built?I enter the shower trying to remain unimpressed by the all-wood bathroom with the window to the lake and the minimalistic aesthetic. This place is really good. Any other girl would love it here. I can’t enjoy it.I let the spray of water fall down my shoulders as I place my hands on the wooden wall and pretend for the millionth time that I am not going to cry. I inhale deeply and remain unmoving as the place gets filled with steam, the window in the shower fogged exactly as my mind is.I want out, I want to go back. I want Ce
AntiopeA week has passed since that last disaster of a dinner and we barely talk to each other. I am still obliged to have breakfast and dinner with him at the appointed time but the interaction between us is non existent. Last night Magnus brought some paperwork and read through it while we ate. Which was supposed to be a win but it eerily irritated me.I still haven’t seen Celia and he is not even looking at me each of the thousand times I have asked about her. My greatest fear is that he has taken his anger out on her, punish her for my mistakes. He can’t hurt his Luna, not so close to the Luna Championship but Celia is his prisoner.“The fights are tomorrow,” his husky voice fills the kitchen and makes me jump up.I look across the breakfast island only to see him focused on the same papers he was looking the night before, his eyebrows frowning and his jaw tense.“Am I required to attend?” I answer.This was what I was waiting for the whole week. My presence at the fights is pret
MagnusHer black eyes go from me to Egil. Why is she looking at him for? I let a guttural growl that rumbles out of my chest. I come down the stairs in seconds and then head to them in long, wide and obviously angry strides. Egil should have known better.When I get to them, I tower over Egil and silently demand answers. And Egil slightly but obviously cowers under that powerful look. I am his Alpha of the Royal Blood and here he is strolling around with my mate!I hear Antiope let a low moan and I am almost distracted. It may be the adrenaline running through my veins or the fact that I need to dominate over another male to claim her but that moan makes me think of her soft skin and I want it on mine, letting my smell on her so that no one would ever come near her.“We are going for a run,” Egil answers a question I never asked.“You and my mate are not going anywhere.”Antiope stiffens. She is afraid I am going to order her to go back to the house and stay in. But I am glad that she
AntiopeI look at the dress that is hanging on the door of my closet and I rub my hands together awkwardly. It is a simple, long blood red dress, with long flowing sleeves adorned with colorful designs at the hem, the same ones it has around the elegant neckline. Per my request, I got a pair of red ballerinas to match. I need to be ready and meet Magnus downstairs in half an hour.To say that last night dinner and today’s breakfast were awkward would be the understatement of the century. I didn’t even dare look at him but I could feel that he had no problem looking at me all the time.I thought I was all logic and mind, my wolf with me on this path. No extravagant emotions, no passionate stupidity, just a goal-driven Beta. But with Magnus... it is getting hard to listen to my logic. And mind you, my logic has a strong case. He is the asshole that forced me here, has my sister captive and is treating all this as a game. Still, my body has an opinion of its own and it’s that of protesti
The fact that she expressed an interest in developing a romantic connection with my brother Michael is something I cannot allow to happen. Trying to figure out if she was trying to murder him or try to take him into the spirit realm. That is something I cannot allow to happen at this moment in time. I have a strong hunch that she is not a human person at all, no matter what she may be trying to convince me of. I'm not sure what she wants with my family, but I have a strong hunch that she isn't a regular human being in the traditional sense of the word. I don't trust it for one second.When one of my classmates approached me, I was completely immersed in my own thoughts and emotions.Rose, please accept my greetings. How are things going for you right now?When I turned around, I saw that Ruth had been standing behind me all along.Ruth, please accept my greetings. How are things going for you right now? What brought you to this particular location? Maybe you weren't intended to be in
I'm not sure what I'd say to Michael if he discovered the truth about me and realized that everything he had learned about me had been fault. I was relieved to see him once again as his car drew up in front of the house and parked there. He observed me sitting outside and staring at him, so I gave him a kind grin and said, "Welcome back," as if he had entirely forgotten about me.Upon inquiring about whether or not I had eaten anything, the gentleman displayed genuine concern for my well-being and enquired as to my eating patterns, to which I answered yes, causing him to question me once again about my eating habits.Adama, It is recognized that you do not consider yourself to be a part of our family, and that my sister has no interest in you, but please allow us to be of assistance to you regardless of your feelings toward this family. The story you told me about your family left me with the impression that you were giving me the truth or that you were engaging in a sophisticated de
Rosa won't like me no matter what I do, and I'm well aware that if she finds out the truth about my relationship with her, she would do everything in her ability to make my life as unpleasant for the rest of her life. Finally, it doesn't matter whether she likes me or not; her brother has been nothing but gracious to me, and I can't imagine hurting any of them by standing up for what I believe is right in this situation.The moment Rose ran up behind me and threw me to the ground, my attention was completely diverted away from what was going on in front of me. I'd completely lost my sense of direction at this point.Even if you walk into my office claiming to be in need of assistance, I will immediately learn that you are not a human being at all, but rather a member of my family who requires a certain degree of care and attention. It has been revealed to me the truth about you, and I am confident that you will never be successful in your campaign against the interests of my family's
Why should my brother have to go through the trouble of inviting someone he doesn't know seems unfair to me. Due to the fact that she is a lunatic, this is exacerbated even further. I know you all think I'm wrong, but don't you think she could be a spy or an evil witch, in addition to being a lunatic, to be considered? She has also come to believe that she is each and every one of the families she has been assigned to destroy, which has made the situation even worse. After thinking about it, I decided that my brother shouldn't go to the trouble of bringing someone he doesn't know. I asked him why he thought it was necessary. What makes matters worse is the question of whether she is, in this specific instance, a ghost or whether she is merely behaving in an atypical manner. If she turns out to be some type of malevolent spirit or animal, may God protect us from her evil ways. It is extremely dangerous for my family and me to be alive. Do you think she's a beast or an evil spirit, or s
The number of times I woke up during the night was so numerous that I didn't let it stop me from going around the house and keeping my attention locked on everyone who was sleeping until the lights were turned back on. Afterwards, I went into my room a few minutes later, where I closed my eyes almost immediately and fell asleep virtually instantly. Getting to sleep this evening was not a difficult feat for me to accomplish. When I realized Michael's eyes were closed, my thoughts raced through my head, and the only thing I could muster was a quick thank you before slamming the door shut behind me and fleeing into my room. The previous evening, Michal, who happened to be my roommate at the time of this particular incident, and I had both been in the same room when we both experienced an equally awful experience, which we shared with each other. Because of the various favors Michael has done for me over the years, I felt compelled to show my gratitude to him for his aid and support throu
When my father asked me again whether I could tell them about the mad lady or how she knew my name, I was at a loss for words. When he inquired again, I was absolutely lost in contemplation.What prompted the convening of this meeting, and what are your views on the subject?Everyone was waiting for me to speak up in order to ascertain what was wrong. I turned my gaze upward and attempted to speak, but all that came out was the sound of a silent syllable. I placed my hands on my head and gazed down before returning my gaze to my parent.Micheal If you convene this gathering and are unprepared to speak, you should rise and exit immediately.I did pause to allow Mom to finish her sentence before speaking.I came across an insane woman.Everywhere was silent, and no one was audible. I looked at my sister, who gave me a puzzled look as if to say, and why are you telling us this?"Son, what happened and what was significant about this last last?" my father inquired once more. There are oth
Michael is my given name. I come from a wealthy family and have been blessed abundantly.Allow me to begin by not mentioning my parents; I was the first child and my parents desired that I marry as soon as possible. I frequently pass by a street called Ajegunle.I was constantly going to see friends or stopping by if I had any work; there is one crazy lady who I always see whenever I pass by. But this one is different; I saw the majority of insane people walk by constantly while this one stayed still and sat in a specific spot without saying anything; I saw how people dropped the majority of their leftovers for her and felt pity; what a pretty woman will turn insane only God knows what she did to earn this situation.She was naked and she was not truly insane; every time I pass by that location, she is all there.So one day, I came down from my car to get a snack because I was so hungry. As I approached the mad lady, my name was called out."MICHAEL".I turned around and saw no one ca
I never considered life to be so bleak, but if I had known that this would be my final day on earth, I would have made amends.I was hoping that after all the wrongs and bad things I had done, God would still have mercy on me. I walked down the road to get some drugs for my mother; she needed some drugs to help her calm down a bit. If the walls could speak to me, I would never have left home.I had the distinct impression that I was constantly being watched, but I had no idea it was this serious.I wished this world would swallow me whole and I would never be heard from again, but the look at me thing isn't working and I felt as though everyone was against me, but what could I do or say?After I obtained the drugs and was returning home, a car pulled out and two men exited, and I was dragged inside. I saw another guy, but his face was obscured by a handkerchief, and before I knew it, everything had turned black.I awoke and found myself tied and in an unknown location. I was terrified
I understand that you may despise me for the sins I did, but one thing I am certain of is that God does not despise me.I make every effort to make everyone happy for me, yet all they care about is obtaining whatever they can and then ditching me. I'll look at my mother and cry because she's not the same as she was before my father's death; I'm trying to be decent and nice and to put things right; I'm aware that I've made a lot of mistakes in the past, but I want to remedy them all.Remember when I told you about the guy at my school who wanted to date me? Well, guess what guys, he raped my friend and she became pregnant; I'm not sure if it was rape or she desired it, but I was relieved it wasn't me at the time.I had a buddy named Chiso; I'm not sure how to characterize her, but she's a mischievous young lady.She pays me a visit at work at night and suggests that we go to a club after I finish.I've always refused her and never committed such an act in my life.My mother abused her