MITCH CHESTERAFTER THE GENERAL moon howl, the pack dispersed. Many of them still remained in their wolf skin, and played around, running through the trees and burying in the snow.Mitch looked at them with pride. Living up here in the mountains with these harsh conditions had made the wolves adapt. They were bigger and furrier than most of the werewolves in any in-land pack. Mates moved together, nuzzling each other gently. Some of them groomed each other, sharing the physical bond and contact. Some other wolves chased each other in the snow and ice, play-wrestling.As he watched them interact with each other like this, he realized something; that this was not a kingdom. Not like this. They were actually a pack. In their human skins, they were a kingdom, doing their duties - being guards, traders, or cooks - but in their wolf skin, they were a pack. No matter how he tried to term it. He chuffed and stood up, walking on four legs so as not to intimidate the ones who had not gotten u
MITCH CHESTER MITCH STOPPED AS his uncle came forward and walked by them without stopping or even sparing him or Anna a glance. Anna growled as he brushed past them and went down the mountain."He's grumpy like that," Mitch mindlinked Anna. They turned and followed his uncle down the path.His uncle walked on two legs, towering proudly over everyone in sight, and making them shrunk back in fear as he went straight to the palace. The guards started to bar the front doors, they didn't know who this strange man was. None had been born the last time he was here. Mitch cocked his head at the guards and they let his uncle through. His uncle shifted back to human as soon as he entered the palace, he took a long overcoat from a rack near the door and shrugged it on. His human form was just as his Lycan had been - big, brutish-looking, but he had a surprisingly handsome face crisscrossed with age and the scars of several battles he had won.Mitch accepted the bathrobe handed to him by a serva
ANNA KYLIN CHESTERI IMMEDIATELY TOOK a dislike to Enrique as soon as I saw him, and the feeling was mutual. Our eyes met the dislike was evident in his eyes. He bore a slight resemblance to Mitch. He was like the Mitch I met seven years ago - rash and cold.My wolf, Ava, saw him as a threat and went into defense mode as soon as she saw him. I bared my teeth and growled at him as we went back to the palace. I don't he liked that very much. Enrique was a full-blooded Lycan, unlike Mitch who was half-blooded with his mother being a human. Enrique was larger than Mitch, and he was how the rumors painted Lycans to look like. They were something out of your worst nightmare. The human blood in Mitch had tamed down the beastly side, making him a beautiful monster in his Lycan shape.I left the men for a few minutes when I went upstairs to shift, put on some clothes, and look a bit more appealing before joining them."Who is this?" Enrique growled. "And tell her the last time a werewolf grow
RICK FORSONGOSH, HE MISSED her. He knew it. She made him a better man, he also knew that. And now the thought that maybe the whole mate bond thing could be a fake from the first start was making Rick's head spin. He felt like a fool. He was a fool, he also knew it.He got up from bed, he had barely slept the night before. He hadn't had a good sleep in weeks now, and Beth had not slept in this room for days. He didn't know where she slept, or whom she slept with, and neither did he care."Probably fucking the man from the council," he muttered to himself as he went to the bathroom to take a shower. He glanced at the bedside clock, it was 3.17 a.m. Still very fucking early, he grunted. When I'm not a night owl or a vampire.Speaking of vampires, the council had not responded to his call of distress about the attack on vampires a few weeks ago. The council had been more concerned about Anna's escape.As he turned on a full blast of cold water, he grimaced and tightened his muscles in a
RICK FORSONHE SAT IN the living room, listening to the breathing sound of the omega girl in the guest room. There was something about her, something about her scent that gave him a tingle in his chest.When the sun rose a couple of hours later, the bottle of whiskey was almost empty and he was still sitting on the couch staring at the blank wall.He heard her wake up before anyone else in the pack. It must be part of her system to wake up and immediately start her duties as an Omega slave in the pack. He heard her yawn softly before coming out of the room, her feet shuffling against the wooden floor."Good morning, sir," she greeted when she came to the living room.He grunted in reply. "I didn't expect you to be up this early," He glanced at the clock. "You barely slept for 4 hours.""I have to wake up and start my daily duties, sir," she said, about to walk past him. He held her, and immediately let go. "You are going to bathe and change. From today, you seize to be an Omega slave
RICK FORSONHE WAS PLEASED with himself as he went to the dining room, but was shocked to see Reine seated poker-stiff at the table. Her hands were on her lap and her plates were empty. She had not yet gotten anything to eat.He frowned. "You haven't eaten?"She shook her head. "There is nothing to eat, sir.""What?" Rick gasped. "What of the cook? Where is she?" He stormed to the kitchen, and sure enough, it was empty. He growled and marched back to the dining room, agitated."If it's alright sir," Reine spoke. "I could make breakfast."He paused and looked a her. "You want to make breakfast?""If it's alright by you, sir," she replied."Me? Oh, you can go on," He stepped aside and let her through to the kitchen. Rick exchanged a confused look with Jones and then they sat down at the table.A few minutes later, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, making Rick's mouth water. Even Jones was salivating subtly. Reine came out with a tray filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and a warm
RICK FORSONRICK ENJOYED THE feeling of the small hands of Reine in his as they walked out. The pack was gathering in the pack hall, Jones had called the meeting.Rick walked out of the packhouse and they went to the hall. People parted as he passed, making it easier for them to get to the front of the hall. He took his seat at the head of the hall. The murmuring of the crowd silenced as he looked at them. Jones stood by his left side, while Reine stood by the right, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible with her head bowed and her shoulders hunched.Rick drummed his fingers on the armrest, impatient. "Is this everyone?" He asked. They looked fewer than he remembered. When was the last time you gathered your pack like a good Alpha? He asked himself."This is everyone," Jones nodded. "Except the omegas and servants."Rick frowned and said in a strong voice that carried throughout the hall. "From this day onward, there will be nobody called Omega slave anymore!" He looked around t
ANNA KYLIN CHESTER I WOKE UP before the crack of dawn. The room was empty, but I could hear Mitch's breathing. I spread my hands, but he wasn't on the bed. I opened my eyes slowly and saw him standing at the window, overlooking the mountains.I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "What are you doing up?" I asked groggily. "What's the matter?""I can't sleep, darling," he muttered."But why?"He sighed but didn't reply. "Come," I patted the bed beside me. "I'll put you to sleep.""That sounded like a threat," He looked skeptical but he came to sit beside me.I laid his head on my thighs and rubbed his head softly. "What is it that's bothering you?"He sighed, relaxing at my touch. "I can't just help but think about the dangers that are out there. For the kids, for you... for this kingdom...""You don't have to worry about a of that," I told him. "No harm will happen to us."He mumbled something inaudible under his breath. I looked at him, and to my surprise, he was fast asleep. I sighed and le