Elena The grasp of his palm tightened on my jaw as Elder Gerald leaned forward… leaving barely an inch between our faces while raising my head to look into his eyes. “When the rogues saw my eyes!” I croaked out, shutting my eyes closed from his boring dark brown balls that held a lot of strong authority in them.… His eyes were a lot stronger than how firmly Brandon's had even tightened my heart. Slowly, the cold grip left my jaw and his hot nostrils breeze sizzled from a distance. “Your eyes?” After sensing he must have leaned backward, I flickered my eyes open.“The rogue said so. I also had no idea what they were talking about,” I lied, my voice steeled and assertive, unlike before. “Perhaps if you could tell me whatever is strange in my eyes”“Beautiful silver balls,” he smiled faintly. “That’s all I could see”. My forehead twitched at how firm and believable the lie sounded– even to the country's ultimate Elder.Elder Gerald strode backward before he turned to walk back to t
Elena “Were you hurt anywhere?” Brandon asked, his stern gaze rolling over my body, almost piercing a hole on my skin. I hesitated for a bit before I finally found my word. “Nothing serious enough for you to worry about,” I said, disbelief lingering over my face as I stared at him blankly.Did Brandon just ask if I was hurt? I mean, I wasn't hallucinating in any way; he actually did ask after my welfare. But why?!I believe we had no strings attached anymore, so why would he ask if I'm hurt? I guess perhaps he was disappointed I haven't been ripped apart by the rogues. “I wasn't worried, Elena. I just hate to see you in pain” Brandon sniffed, his voice croaky but yet had the hint of its hoarseness. I could sense he was probably holding himself back from yelling. “Really?” I scoffed, before turning back to leave. However, I guess leaving at my will wasn't going to be my decision– when the two guards suddenly grabbed my arms.Wasn't his sexy mistress thinking about that before she p
Elena “What do you mean?” Brandon gritted, his eyes almost widening out of his sockets.I scoffed before moving closer to close up the space between us. His reddened eyes bore into mine however as much as the rage burning inside me threatened to send a slap across his face but unfortunately, I couldn't hold my gaze with his. “Placing innocent, are we?” I mumbled, my lips curling into a smirk.“You won't dare play me, Elena,” he muttered, his face growling with his menacing voice.I raised my gaze, my nose scrunched in disgust at his fake innocence. “Does it seem like I am?” I kissed my teeth in distaste as his gaze continued to linger over my body. However as I was about to slide backward away from him, Brandon suddenly grabbed my wrist. Soon after in a fast flash, he slammed my back against the wall.My eyes widened in bewilderment and I winced in pain at the sudden aggressive action. “What are you doing? Let go of me now!” I yelled but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.I tried wrig
Brandon“St..op it, Brandon?” Elena gasped in between her breaths, and I sensed right away the pain I might have been inflicting on her through my Alpha’s authority. “Stop hurting me!” she called out, her eyes earnestly pleaded as her voice did. “ Please stop it!”My heart tightened when flood of innocence washed over Elena's face and I wished I could stop hurting her. I also wish I could stop inflicting pain on her. But however, I can't.I can't seem to stop it whenever my rage sprang out of my heart …It loots for is nothing but destruction— And all my rage burns for right now is to clasp my hands around Elena's tiny neck and squeeze the breath out of her for telling such a terrible lie to my face.“What a clown!” I spat and before she'd grasp what was going on, I scurried to her front and gripped her jaw tightly from saying any other word.My left palm clasped her mouth tightly while I fought myself from sending an echoing slap across her face. How dare Elena stoop this low to dra
Brandon As I took a step closer to Elena, my heart raced with anticipation… to take those pinkish succulent lips in between mine and savor the delicious taste of sweet berry and honey I irresistibly wanted inside my mouth. However, she didn't back away as I had expected. Instead, her eyes seemed to flash with a mixture of curiosity and fear as she stood her ground. Elena's eyes suddenly twitched immediately, I grabbed her left arm before drawing her closer into my embrace. All these while, my heart kept racing… almost making a loud thud into my belly at the anticipation of claiming every nook of her sweet lips. “What do you think you're doing, Brandon?” Elena's firm voice sizzled through the silence between us. I looked up… away from her lips... into her eyes. However, I guess I haven't yet been forgiven. But do I need to be? I'm the future Alpha King, after all; I get whatever I want right at the moment. And not even a little nobody like her would be an exception. “What do you
Elena I'm only meant for him and no one else? Now and forever? My mind raced as Brandon's voice echoed into my ears… subconsciously I dropped my shoulders in surprise… almost bursting into an erupting laughter from the arrogance sparkling from the audacity. As much as I wanted to bring him to the depth of the realization that– I was no longer his, right from the moment I gave myself to the unknown husky man on Crescent Moon Night. But then, the thought of being stigmatized as an unmated-whore snapped straight into me and I couldn't bring myself to do anything other than stand still and stare at him in shock. Only if he'd understand that it isn't only the mate bond that was broken but also my admiration for him. …Only if his lovely mistress, Isabel hadn't plotted her mischievous scheme to lead me into the woods, Frank would have still been alive and well. Beside me to guide me… train me and endlessly love me. “You need no mate bond to claim me?” I snorted, my brow raised against
Elena Brandon instantly jerked, his eyes widening in shock… almost bulging out of the ball sockets the moment my voice reverberated through the thick air filled with two authorities that were a lot greater than mine. However, I kept my gaze high up despite the intensity of the hotness of Brandon's glare on my face.I chuckled in satisfaction down inside my belly— of a well-done little payback when I noticed the muffled expression of shock, anger, and frustration lingering over Brandon's face as he glared at me while softly clenching his jaw. But, truthfully, there isn't an oita of a lie in my word.He did push me.I almost jerked up in surprise when I heard his low voice break the silence to speak up against my allegation. “Why would I?... To a lowly nobody” Now, it was my turn to glare back at Brandon for his deceit. He did push me, and the two guards could surely be witnesses. How foolish of him to have forgotten the fact that two healthy men were witnessing all he had done to me.
Elena“Take this wolfless piece of shit away from here!” Brandon half yelled. Immediately the two guards walked over and gripped my arms from behind.My eyes widened when two hoarse hands gripped me. And consicuously, I let out a warning shout. “Let me go!” “Hey! Stay still,” one of the guards called out the moment I struggled to break free from the tight grip, adding pain to my already wounded shoulder. With anger sinking deep into my heart, I raised my gaze up to look at Brandon— smiling with the feeling of superiority clouding over his face as he stood still, watching the two guards manhandle my arm. Only then did I realize he was never worthy of my admiration and love? Not even a little bit. I guess I no longer have any left-behind remorse for my decision from Crescent Moon Night. “Make sure she serves her isolation term reflecting on the gravity of her action, exactly where a mutt deserves to be,” Brandon said, his smile beaming widely as we both exchanged gazes.“Jerk” I mum
Elena “Thanks” I mumbled barely above a whisper, knowing fully that he heard what I had said. My head gently resting on his chest as he walked down the dark tunnel.“I should be the one to apologize,” he simply replied. Though I noticed how forced he was to say those words. So, I decided to innocently play along. “Apologize for what?” I raised my head up to look into his face. My mind filled with a lot of imagination on how he got the scar on his other eyes thus making his handsome face to be roughly stitched up. “You don't know?” He looked down at my face but was also quick to look away, his gaze fixated on the dark lane ahead of us. “Hmm. I don't” I nodded, my eyes scanning through the unprofessional stitches on his other eyes. I bet he noticed the lingering gaze on his face but chose not to speak and let me look for how long I wanted. How painful it must have been to endure through the process. The scar, the pain, and everything else he must have to go through before accepting
Logan “My Alpha,” Max, my Gamma called, his expression clouded with longness and anxiety. “Do you really have to go at such extreme length?”My face darkened with fury, almost flaring up to rebuke his laziness. But then, thinking on the other side, I think I could understand his heartfelt concerns. However, granting his request since I've declared my impromptu journey to the north part of the country— the pack prison, can only be a nightmare that would never be real. My mind has been made up and that's it. “It's part of my duty. So, pack up and don't even attempt to drag down the journey,” I stressed in my warning before looking away from his sluggishness and fixating my attention on the letter I was writing behind for Elder Gerald.I have chosen this path not for myself or my workaholic energy, but for the greatness of the pack. For me not to defy the command and authority that my responsibilities as the ultimate Alpha held. How I wish everyone else, including Max, could see how h
Elena I guess I was Crystal's pawn all along. Whereas what we werewolves have been taught was that we must be the ones to have authority over our wolf and not otherwise. While fulfilling this hectic task, is also another utmost way of quenching the aggressive thirst of some wolves who wish to run wild and ultimately berserk away from their fellow kind. Thus causing harm to the society as a whole.We were also taught that curtailing our wolf motives with the action of taking over their mind would further be of great importance to the pack and ourselves. But too bad, none was able to be used against Crystal.…She’s always faster and quicker to make decisions than I am. And frantically, never for once have I infiltrated into her mind as it was always well guarded like a metal gate. And now, once again since she has appeared… I was left alone to handle yet another messy situation all by myself. Darn Crystal!Suddenly, everyone, including me, turned to look at the humid presence strid
Logan I noticed Brandon's hesitation for a while, his mind obviously running wild with different thoughts– judging from the furrowed countenance on his face… before he finally spoke up. “Do you think the girl would survive it?” He asked, his voice croaked while he repeatedly smoothed the edge of his lips with his right palm. “Well, the pack's prison isn't as easy as killing a rogue,” I replied in sarcasm. Even if the little one had killed a rogue, considering her deviant circumstances, the pack prison might not have been as easy as anyone would have thought. Subsequently, Brandon mumbled a soft word which I clearly heard through the silence of the air. “I bet she won't survive it” His words suddenly fueled my curiosity thus making me ask the inevitable question. “Is she one of your acquaintances?” “No!” Brandon snapped almost immediately, his eyes bulging widely through the dark. “She'd never be” “I see” I breathed out. I had initially thought he was the type to worry about
Logan“Who's over there?” I called out after sensing the sweet scent of a she-wolf honey-smelling pheromones and a familiar masculine sweat screeching into the air from where I stood while admiring the beautiful scenery of the pack’s garden.The strong odor mixed with the aromatic fragrance of the different planted flowers. However, one thing was cleared, judging by my Alpha instinct— something was off.…That was certainly Brandon's scent. But the she-wolf fragrance belongs to whom?Could that be his mate?Moreover, I haven't even set my eyes on his mate ever since he informed the council that he had found his missing rib— neither have he introduced the she-wolf who would rule along with him to me or the pack. Sensing I couldn't stay still and ignore the ominous feeling and silence that followed, I walked away from where I stood, following the stench of the sweat and the she-wolf pheromones sizzling into the breezy air. “Father?” A voice called, making me stop on my track the moment
Logan I noticed Brandon's hesitation for a while, his mind obviously running wild with different thoughts– judging from the furrowed countenance on his face… before he finally spoke up. “Do you think the girl would survive it?” He asked, his voice croaked while he repeatedly smoothed the edge of his lips with his right palm. “Well, the pack's prison isn't as easy as killing a rogue,” I replied in sarcasm. Even if the little one had killed a rogue, considering her deviant circumstances, the pack prison might not have been as easy as anyone would have thought. Subsequently, Brandon mumbled a soft word which I clearly heard through the silence of the air. “I bet she won't survive it” His words suddenly fueled my curiosity thus making me ask the inevitable question. “Is she one of your acquaintances?” “No!” Brandon snapped almost immediately, his eyes bulging widely through the dark. “She'd never be” “I see” I breathed out. I had initially thought he was the type to worry
Logan “Who's over there?” I called out after sensing the sweet scent of a she-wolf honey-smelling pheromones and a familiar masculine sweat screeching into the air from where I stood while admiring the beautiful scenery of the pack’s garden. The strong odor mixed with the aromatic fragrance of the different planted flowers. However, one thing was cleared, judging by my Alpha instinct— something was off. …That was certainly Brandon's scent. But the she-wolf fragrance belongs to whom? Could that be his mate? Moreover, I haven't even set my eyes on his mate ever since he informed the council that he had found his missing rib— neither have he introduced the she-wolf who would rule along with him to me or the pack. Sensing I couldn't stay still and ignore the ominous feeling and silence that followed, I walked away from where I stood, following the stench of the sweat and the she-wolf pheromones sizzling into the breezy air. “Father?” A voice called, making me stop on my tra
Elena ‘Why is asking him what's bulging your mind absurd?’ Crystal howled, the profound confidence inside her twirling a sharp pain of pain into my heart. Wait. Does that mean I could relate with her emotions? My mind sprinted along with her words and I could feel my panic rising in that quick moment. ‘But, he's cruel,’ I said, making Crystal sigh deeply— a heavy thud sank into her mind as a result of her thoughts and then smeared with mine. ‘He’s also dark and determined to see me suffer for being unable to shift’ ‘All thanks to you’ I added, a hint of my anger directed at her. Once again, Crystal sighed. Her frustration smeared with me– making me even weaker to stand on my feet. “So, would you like to say what you saw inside my eyes after staring into it for what seemed like years?!” Just then, the hoarse voice of the grumpy warrior resonated deep inside my ears, prompting me to flinch. I shook my head, my eyes widening at the huge misunderstanding that seemed to
Elena Entering into the famous Blood Moon pack prison. Wolf Country hell. The warriors, including myself— who were dragged in, took an intercept into a left corner shortly after we went a bit further behind the magnificent gate, which was shut immediately after we entered. In a flash, my eyes glanced around the prison's yard— built with a mixture of metal, iron, and stones, making it look so rusty and old like no renovation had been made for quite a long while. Then, I also noticed how desolate the vicinity was, with only a few warriors dressed in their armor patrolling in company. Meanwhile, I had expected prison to be overly crowded with hoarse voices of prisoners who wish to be free from agony… pain… and torture amidst others. However, it was so silent that even the gate warriors' murmurs could easily be heard. “Hey, open up!” The one-eyed General yelled out to no one in particular shortly after we emerged out of the left corner. Immediately, a rusty tunnel gateway was