The door creaked as Abel first went in before Amanda followed up behind him. The floorboard squeaked underneath their feet as they both walked around the place. "Seems like no one has been here in a while." Abel mumbled in dissatisfaction as some cobwebs got caught over his face and he violently waved some out of his way. Amanda looked at the dusty furniture all wrapped in bubble wrap. Her fears were confirmed. Not only was Jolie not here, It didn't look like she had been here for a while. A long while. The only solution was to inform Damien as soon as possible. She didn't know If he had returned home from wherever he went with his Betas, but that was the only place she could head back to now. She would take the route to the coffee shop to see if they were still around before heading home. If the witches had her, then it meant that she was still in captive with them and they probably had not harmed her yet. It still doesn't mean they should waver, she had to inform Damien about h
Vanessa opened the door, as she walked in, Jessica followed from behind, touching every single thing in the room with her eyes. The place was extravagantly furnished. The theme color of the room was a beautiful blend of purple and gold, and the bed was a four poster bed. "And this will be your room for the night" Vanessa giggled at her expression which she found quite amusing. It's been quite long since she has seen someone who appreciated things like this. "and for your entire stay here."Jessica's eyes widened. "I get an entire room?" When Vanessa nodded, she wiped the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. "That's... Oh my Gosh! I can't thank you enough. Really. Thank u so much."Vanessa just nodded, speechless from her reaction. She was so grateful. "That's alright. Just get dressed and I'll send in an Omega to bring you breakfast."Nodding, Jessica waved excitedly as Vanessa left, and when she banged the door shut behind her, Jessica, giddy with excitement moved towards t
As Jessica stepped out of the room, a smile stretched across her lips on seeing the new, visibly clean clothes already lying on her bed. She could tell it was Vanessa who left it there and with a grateful gesture, she wore the clothes, and when she done, there was a knock at the door. Peering up with confusion in her crimson red eyes, she opened the door and met face to face with a young woman bearing a tray of food whom she didn't know. Must be the Omega Vanessa told her about. She wanted the Omega to come in at that moment and place the tray on the bedside table, but she noticed how apprehensive and scared the Omega was. Probably from recognizing her as a witch, so she just calmly took the tray from her trembling hands. "Thank you..." She started to say, but the girl quickly left and Jessica sighed, wondering how different things would be if werewolves and witches weren't nemesis. Typically, witches would blame werewolves, but she was blaming her kind. They were the ones who ba
AMAIRAMy eyes groggily opened up, and once they fluttered slightly to adjust to the light which had seeped in, I groaned, already stretching, having assumed that I had just woken up from a nap. "Amaira!" I heard my name in panic, and in shock that someone was lying next to me, I turn sharply to my side only to see…I suddenly yelled in fright and on sitting up on the bed, I scrambled back on my butt and hands, eyes wide in fright and horror on seeing the strange man on my bed. "Amaira it's okay. It's me, okay. You're back at home." Home? What was he talking about? I still had an apprehensive look in my eyes as I tried as hard as I could to get to the farthest end of the Bed- away from him. "Amaira?" He now had a confused look on his face as he stared at me, brows furrowed like he was seeing me for the first time. Who was this man? And why was he in bed with me? Not that I was complaining though, I mean seriously, he was an epitome of perfection, created to the best possible
AMAIRA "A… witch?"He was about to reply when I winced, this Time I quickly grabbed my head and gasped out loud, sitting up on the bathroom floor where I was lying just next to the bathtub. Damien who Knelt next to me, quickly grabbed my hands, hysterical and worried. "Amaira!" But calling that name only seemed to make it worse. Images began flashing in my head. I saw a man. The man had dark hair and evil eyes, and he was smiling straight at me with a visibly used syringe in his hand which he tossed away. It was like I had been transported into my own mind because I felt him get closer and closer like I was standing right In front of him. When we were barely less a feet apart, his smile broadened, and there was a murderous glint in his eyes. "Princess Abigail." He called before bowing, and when he raised his head, I could see mockery in his eyes. "A- Abigail? Who are you?" "Me?" He grinned. "I'm nothing but a mere commoner. But you could call me Jason." "B- but why did you c
No. That's not possible. He was good looking and everything, but he definitely did not look like my type. "No. We're mates. We are actually supposed to be together since we were bonded by the Moon goddess, but you didn't feel you deserved to get mates to an Alpha since you were a lowly slave who lived a hard life." I blinked at him. Again, he was speaking in a foreign language I could not understand. What was a moon goddess and how were we mates? And who the hell was an Alpha. And did I really live a hard life as a lowly slave? "Like I said" he rubbed the top of my head, massaging his finger through the scalp. "I'll explain everything later after you must have met Jessica. But you have to shower first okay?" With that, he starts taking off his shirt, and my eyes widened on seeing his upper muscular contours and V line torso leading down to loose pajamas. "A- are we going to shower together?" My eyes were wide and bleak. He chuckled. "I'll help you in the tub, and I don't want m
DAMIEN In my dreams, I saw fire raging down on my pack. Witches were killing my people off like they were nothing. Hunters who only had to use their bare hands and weapons suddenly had super strength and sharp reflexes, and were killing off my pack warriors with ease. It was like they had formed an alliance, because I guessed the witches must have given them some powers in order to help them with the war. In my dreams, I ran up and down the battle ground, jumping over burning corpses and ripped up parts as I searched for Amaira. I ran and ran and ran as fast I could, Killing witches in my way while yelling her name, and yet she didn't reply. Suddenly I ran into Jason. "You." I growled, but the sinister smirk on his face did not falter. For someone who was on the war ground, his clothes were untouched, and not a strand of his hair had come undone Unlike me. My hear was a ruffled mess, tinted with blood as red as Crimson, and my shirt was half burnt, exposing the side of my ches
DAMIEN I wanted to convince her that no matter what, she should never fall for Jason's lies, but I had to keep reminding myself that Amaira did not remember a thing, and I was probably speaking to myself because she didn't understand what I was saying, so for the sake of both our sanities, I decided to help her into the tub. Some part of me wanted her to regain her memory while the other part did not actually welcome that idea. And I was guessing it was my wolf. We liked this Amaira who wasn't too shy, and ashamed to reciprocate my love. I figured out I'd love Amaira no matter how she was, but if only Amaira could reciprocate my feelings like she was doing now, life would be different. As her boobs came into view, I remembered my dreams, seeing how Jason had daringly sucked them right IN front of me while dwindling his fingers over them, pinching her nipples and making her moan. Without realizing, I suddenly grabbed her boobs and placed my lips over her nipples. It's like I want