Ara’s POV
I was no longer scared of what might happen to me. I was disgusted by their acts. I wanted to pull their eyes out and pierce their hearts with my sword. Unfortunately, I was no longer the leader I once was. I had no power and a pack. I was simply a no-name slave. And yet I still wanted to leave a mark. “You have gone too far. This really what Apex hunt is about!” I yelled, drawing everyone’s attention. “You monsters don’t know anything about hunting. Hunters don’t just hunt anything that crosses their path. They wait and explore their surroundings while being careful. They give their all to every catch and every battle won. You are making a mockery of their legacy and disguising it as an Apex Hunt. Don’t make me laugh! “ I voiced out. My voice was firm and confident. I deemed it necessary to remind them of what the true Apex Hunt meant. My father used to tell me stories of the past. A take about strong packs protecting the small and weak packs. This wasn’t part of the story. “Daughter of the late Alpha Voldine. You speak of things that are of ancient times. A time you didn’t exist. Your confidence is remarkable. You deserve a price. Don’t you agree!” he called out to the audience and they applauded and cheered. I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach. Something was about to happen. My worst nightmare. “Kill them all!” The announcer commanded. Suddenly armored men with their swords charged at the slaves in the arena. Slicing them into pieces. Their blood spread across the arena. My eyes widened in horror. What have I done? “You always put everything you love in danger. You destroy everything you touch” a voice echoed in my ears. I fell on my knees as I watched them scream and run for their lives. I couldn’t move my body. I wanted so badly to help them but I just couldn’t move. I glanced at the audience. They weren’t disgusted or sad, instead, they enjoyed the scene unfolding before them. “Kill them all!!!!” The audience cheered on. In a few minutes later everyone was dead, and it was all because of me. “How did you enjoy the show, Red” The announcer glanced at me with a smile. I could only stare blankly at him. “Well since all of our slaves are gone. I can’t just let our buyers go empty-handed. So why don’t you entertain them still morning? What do you say Red” I could hardly hear what he was saying. I was losing consciousness. My body was weak. I feared my heat cycle was here. I fell to the ground. “Oh, look at that. Our heroine just fainted. I hope my buyers enjoy her as much as we did” the announcer sarcastically said with an evil grin. Brago was delighted with what the announcer said. He stood up, ready to have Ara for himself. The armored men started sniffing. “What is that?” “I don’t know. An omega?” “But there is omega around” They turned their attention towards Ara who was still unconscious. The buyers in the audience stood up. They made their way down to the arena. Brago, the leader of the black moon pack, wasn’t ready to share Ara with anyone. But before he could make any move. Someone stood behind him. His auto emits a great deal of power. “Enough!” a deep and husky voice echoed. Shook the arena and silenced everyone. “I am bored. This was truly a waste of my precious time. Oh, well not everything was boring,” he glanced at where Ara was. He sniffed. “She is mine and mine alone” he declared and made his way down the arena. Silence filled the atmosphere. Only his footsteps could be heard. Other leaders were furious and jealous. But no one dared to speak back. They watched on as he drew closer to Ara and the armored men surrounding her. And just as he got closer, he pulled out his sword and sliced off the heads of all the armored men surrounding Ara in a few seconds. Everyone was startled by his action. Their eyes widened and fear erupted in their body. Brago thought he could argue with him, and paused his steps. He believed it was wise to stand back. “I finally found you,” the man said as he carried Ara in his arms. “Faustus, Faise” he called his giants. They followed him as soon as he called. Everyone could only watch as he left the arena. “The prophecy is here. Red and white,” an old woman's eyes turned dark as she revealed,” The announcer turns d towards the old woman. “Raven, Raven!” he raised his voice. “The prophecy is here. Red and white. The end of our world.” “What is that old hag talking about?!”Brago yelled angrily. He was still upset about what had happened. “She is talking about the prophecy that was once told by our ancestors” the announcer explained. “A prophecy, what kind?” Ria, a dormant Alpha and leader of the Iron Night pack asked. “A prophecy about the end of our world and the beginning of theirs,” the announcer answered. “What are you talking about Raul?” “The prophecy is here. Red and white” the old woman repeated. “Can someone shut this old woman’s mouth” Brago ordered. “Brago, do not take this prophecy lightly. I remember vividly about my father’s tales. The Red Sea meets with the White Sea and becomes one,” Niago scoffed. “Sebastian Knight always leaves a mark wherever he goes. It’s not a prophecy, it’s just how he is. Born with the moon goddess's blessings. A super dormant Alpha who can not only control alphas but surpass every werewolf out there. He is truly a masterpiece,” he said. “Why do I get the feeling you were rather praising him instead of speaking dirty about him,” Brago annoyedly said to Niago and shot him a glare. “Do not fret. The prophecy was just a bedtime story told to scare little boys and girls who wouldn’t go to sleep after having breast milk” Lucrah, a semi-super dormant Alpha and the leader of the Oracle night pack suddenly appeared. “Lucrah!” Ria excitedly called. “Did you see what happened?” Raul asked. “Yes, I did. It was bound to happen anyways” “Huh!” They all exclaimed. “They may be connected more than they know it,” he said. Lucrah turned towards the old woman who was being dragged by two men. “Stop” he ordered. He drew closer to the old woman and slit her throat. The two men watched in horror. The body tensed. “Disposed of her body” he ordered. “W-why did you do that, Lucrah?” Niago asked in a trembling voice. “Because she wasn’t supposed to speak. Those who betray the oracle face the wrath of the almighty,” he announced. His eyes filled with rage and resentment. ******Ara’s POV My body felt lighter. It seemed nice and warm. I didn't want to wake up from this dream. I believe I was back in the old days when my father was alive. He was super dormant Alpha. He protected mother and the pack. Welcomed anyone into his pack. Unfortunately, that became his biggest mistake. He was betrayed by one member he trusted the most. I defeated him a few years later. I gave him a befitting death. Being stabbed behind his back, literally. Waking up was like a nightmare to me. My eyes moved on their own but my body felt too weak and light to make any movement. “You are awake?” I suddenly heard a soothing voice. A voice command, obsessive and confident. Who might that person be? I wondered. “If you are wondering who I am. Then open your eyes” he spoke again. It was a man’s voice. I opened my eyes slowly. I opened my left eye to see who it was. “Huh! It's you” I stood up abruptly. “B-but how?” I spoke out loud. He chuckled. “You are a w
Sebastian POVI could feel her body trembling as I touched her softly. Her body is soft like silk—Radiate and tempting. I could devour all night and it wouldn't be enough for me. I spread her legs to embrace me further. She was already gone. Her face turned into a red tomato. Sweaty from just a kiss. Was I releasing too many pheromones? She was indeed an omega. My omega, mate, and Luna. Of course, I couldn't tell her that. I pulled away after the kiss. She was under me. Breathing so heavily. Her red hair shone and covered half of her face. I gently caressed her face and leveled her hair behind her ear. “How the hell do I calm down if you look like this red” I softly said to her. “I -I can't take it anymore” she whispered like a plea asking me to take her. I grinned. I moved my hand towards her neck. Leaned over and kissed her neck softly. Her body trembled with every touch, I continued to her ear, used my tongue, and licked her ear loop. I traced down to her che
Ara's POVThe noises stirred me from sleep. Faint chanting reached my ears, mingling with the acrid stench of booze that filled my nostrils.I sniffed and opened my eyes slowly, careful not to wake the beast lying beside me. But as my vision cleared, I realized—he wasn’t there.I wondered where he could be. The thought lingered as I tried to get up, but my body protested—sore and aching from last night.A blush crept across my cheeks at the memory. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. He had been rough, yet surprisingly tender. Sweetness intertwined with ferocity as he caressed me through the night, leaving marks on my skin—so many marks.“So irritating,” I muttered under my breath, tracing a finger along one of the faint bruises. It wasn’t entirely surprising, though.Alphas were known for this—for marking what they claimed as theirs. Each mark he left was a declaration of ownership, a silent proclamation to the world that I belonged to him. My heart began to race wil
Sebastian's POVShe was surprisingly cute—still confident and hardheaded, just as she had always been. I stepped out of the room to give her the privacy she so adamantly demanded.“Alpha Sebastian, the council is waiting for you,” my right-hand man, Gargath, informed me as soon as I exited.“Take it easy, Garth. I know the council is waiting for me. You’ve mentioned it twice since we left the court. Remember?”“Ai, I’m sure I didn’t,” he chuckled. “Did you have fun last night, Seb?”He was the only one in the entire kingdom who dared to call me that. Gargath and I had grown up together, long before our secondary genders had emerged. Though both alphas, our ranks set us apart. He was a dormant alpha, while I was the pack leader. To everyone else, I was a symbol of power and a potential threat. To Gargath, I remained the friend he’d always known, and that bond had kept us inseparable.We walked side by side to the council room. My people, my warriors, and my pack were already seated. As
House of BragoSeated at a round table were the Alphas summoned by Brago. His anger and humiliation from Sebastian's actions still festered, and his obsession with the red-haired girl—whom he believed had been stolen from him—only fueled his rage further.He was relentless."Brago, why have you summoned us here on such short notice?" Raul, the Alpha leader of the Snow Moon Wolf Pack, demanded, his annoyance evident in his raised voice."Raul, do not make a fuss. I’m sure Brago has a good reason for calling us here. Right, Brago?" Lucrah, the leader of the Oracle Night Pack, interjected with a sly, tinted smile.Brago sighed heavily and took his seat at the head of the table."Apologies for the unannounced meeting, but I couldn’t wait any longer. The thought of that man ruling over us sends chills down my spine. He needs to be stopped—by any means necessary. And in case you’re wondering who I’m talking about, it’s none other than Sebastian Knight," Brago declared, his voice laced with b
I waited again. He still wasn’t back. As promised, my clothes and food were provided, but the people here seemed uncomfortable around me.He was supposed to be back by now—not that I cared. I just hated being alone. In my memories, the most cherished times were with my pack members. We would sit together and talk all night.We were there for each other.I was certain some of them survived. They had to be alive somewhere. I needed to find them. But how could I? I was imprisoned, with nowhere to escape.Strangely, I hardly remembered the fight or my defeat. The only thing I recalled was waking up in Brago's den. I sighed deeply.Turning toward the window, I stuck my head out and inhaled the air. Fortunately, the stench that once lingered was gone."Hello," a voice called out.I turned back, thinking it was White. Unfortunately, it wasn’t him."Ai, look down, at the window," the voice spoke again."Window?" I looked down and saw a beautiful girl with the brightest smile."Ai, are you an o
Sebastian's POVThe meeting had lasted longer than I expected. Fortunately, I hadn’t lost any of my warriors. More importantly, I had regained their trust. That was all that mattered.Vaxar had been right, though. I could have killed her when I had the chance—but I didn’t. She was here because of my selfish desires.I wanted her to be utterly alone, to have no one left. I had slaughtered everyone dear to her, from her packmates to her family. Some had managed to escape, but it wouldn’t be for long. I would catch up to them soon enough.The mere thought of her finding solace among her people made my blood boil. Maybe my hatred for her ran deeper than I had ever admitted. Or perhaps... it wasn’t hatred at all.From the arena, I watched her, unable to look away. My mind wandered to all the things I could do with her—her lips, her slim figure, that unyielding confidence in her stance.Everything about her was intoxicating. I could smell the lustful pheromones of the other Alphas as they ob
Notice : Mild sexual content ahead, read with cautionSebastian POVI couldn’t help but smile as I watched her act all cute.“You think you have power over me? Just wait and see. I now have a secret weapon against you,” she boldly declared.“A secret weapon against me?” I chuckled. “And what might that be?” I asked, trying so hard not to laugh.“I know you overheard us talking.”“Oh really? I doubt that.”“Hah! Well, I’ll tell you anyway. Sebastian Knight. I heard he is stronger, not just any ordinary Alpha, but a super dormant Alpha, and I am going to find him. Surely, I will! He will help me get rid of you and all the others. He is the savior of this town. I’m guessing he doesn’t know how evil you all are—”“Are you sure you’re supposed to be telling me this? I thought a secret weapon was supposed to remain a secret. Or are you trying to give me a heads-up before your ultimate plan?”I teased her a little. She noticed and gritted her teeth, biting her lower lip. I frowned. “Don’t do
A man burst into Ragnor’s chamber, haggard and nearly out of breath.“My king, wake up!”The king stirred, annoyed by the intrusion. He turned, pulling the sheets over Hulda beside him.“How dare he wake me? What could be more important than my rest?” he growled.The man dropped to his knees, bowing low. “Forgive me, my king, but there is urgent news.” His eyes flicked toward Hulda, who had pulled the sheet from her head and now sat up.Ragnor noticed the glance and stood, covering himself. He stormed over and grabbed the man by the neck.“You fool! You dare lay your eyes—!”But before he could finish, the chamber doors slammed open again. More men entered, swords drawn—aimed not at Ragnor, but at Hulda.Ragnor let go of the man and turned sharply.“What is the meaning of this?!” he barked.One warrior stepped forward. “My king, stay away from her. She carries ill intentions toward you.”Ragnor’s face twisted with fury. “What madness is this?! Who dares accuse her?! You enter my room
Past.. 1000 AD Notice: Sensual content ahead, read with caution. Hulda faced off her enemies head on. She fought vigorously and defeated many of the participating. After long battle. Hee emerged victorious. King Ragnor couldn’t hold back his excitement. Finally no one could come between them. They could finally be together. No options, since she won the heart of them audience. VIKRON… King Ragnor’s room. The torches flickered low in the royal room of king Ragnor. Casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and the heady perfume of desire. King Ragnor permitted for the servants to service his room. Make it look attractive and surreal. The servants did as they were told. Collected the finest perfumes and wolves skins. The wooden bed covered in fur. White. He stood by the arched window, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlight, his green eyes emitting such eagerness. His heart pounding as the heavy w
The horse kept talking about remembering and stuff i couldn’t comprehend. His voice unfamiliar, feminine. His gaze unnervingly still watched me with eyes too knowing to belong to an animal. "Remember your past, Ara. That is the only way to win Sebastian Knight’s heart." he said like he knew my purpose of being in the game. I wondered. “How did..” “As I said earlier, I am here to help nothing more. You need to remember the memories you have chosen to forget” Its voice was smooth, like wind through the trees, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. I blinked hard, squeezing my eyes shut. “This must be a dream” I muttered to myself. This is a dream. It has to be. When I opened them again, the horse hadn’t moved. “What memories, are you in my dream or maybe I am still dreaming” “Listen to me I don’t have much time Ara” He knew my name and called it once more. “I am here to help” “I don’t even believe in you,” I muttered, more to myself than to it. The horse exhaled, a sound al
In the ash-gray dawn, wind whispered through the trees like spirits speaking in lost tongues. “We need to split,” Franco whispered. “I disagree,” Rose said, eyes sharp. “Same here,” Ara nodded, her voice low like thunder before the storm. But their words shattered, for steel clashed ahead—two groups, charging, roaring, blades singing. The fight was wild. Not one soul gave ground. They fought like beasts. But one side had to break. One did. When the blood mist cleared, only three walked from the wreck—silent, breathless. Franco, Rose, and Ara watched, horror in their eyes. Franco once held a sword like a king held a crown. But those days were behind. He had crawled to Brago’s side, left battle for politics, and now his blade arm was slow, soft. He would not survive hand-to-hand. “They failed, like the others,” a voice rang. Freda. She stepped through smoke and bone, flanked by wolves—Alphas and Betas, fierce, fanged, loyal. Ara raised her hand, gesturing to Rose a
Ara’s POV The gods must still look upon me with some favor—for I had not drawn attention. Not yet. But the forest screamed. I could hear the cries of others in the distance, sharp and raw, carried by the wind. And worse… I could smell them—dormant Alphas. Their scent was sour, primal. Disgusting. Still, I had no choice but to bear it. I pressed crushed herbs to my neck, masking my scent. An Omega must hide, not shine. I gripped my bow tight. The string hummed softly. No close combat—I’d lose before I even had a chance to strike. Then… footsteps. Quick, heavy. I ducked behind a thick tree, breath tight in my chest. From behind the branches, I saw her. A woman—tall, sharp-eyed. Black hair like nightfall, eyes like a frost sea. Her voice was silk and steel. “Slay as many as you can,” she said to the two men beside her. “And your reward shall be a night with me.” A cruel grin touched her lips. I recognized the first man—an Alpha with a dark tattoo etched across his arm. I had
NOTICE: Sexual abuse and high violence scenes read with caution. The forest sprawled like a burial ground, thick with shadows. Over three hundred participants swarmed beneath its canopy, hunting and hunted. Alphas unleashed pheromones to assert dominance. Omegas wielded charms to survive, while Betas scrambled for scraps of safety. Some had formed temporary packs, though alliances frayed like rotting thread. Soon, even comrades would turn on one another. fanco trudged beside Rose, though “teammate” was too generous a term. Rose’s defiance crackled like static. “You shouldn’t have followed me here,” Rose snapped. Franco scanned the trees, jaw tight. “You think I wanted to? Stay close.” “If you’re so reluctant, then leave! I’ll make a fine feast for the Alphas.” Franco whirled on him. “I’m sick of this act. Being Brago’s favorite doesn’t mean I’ll cater to your whims.” Rose barked a laugh. “His favorite? Who does he summon every night? He fought to keep you out
Ara's POVI stood again in the arena of blades, where blood-soaked earth remembers all who dared step within. The stench, sharp as a broken promise, struck my senses.It was just as I remembered—the cries of the crowd, the roar of warriors.But this was no homecoming.I alone bore bow and arrow. No sword. No axe. No iron fang to clash with theirs. They laughed then, and they laugh still. Fools. Or maybe it is I who was fooled.I thought it a game. A test of bravery. Not this. Not death in the dirt.And him—Sebastian. I dared not meet his eyes. Shame is heavier than any shield.What fool enters a war of blades with feathered sticks?Would I survive long enough to make my plea? Would he remember me when I fall—if I fall?I shook the thought like snow from my shoulders. Of course he would. He is to be wed soon. And I—what am I but a fallen leader of a broken village?He is loved. And he loves them in return. His people. His duty. Not me.But when he spoke , Gods, when he spoke my
Gargath stood tall, troubled by Vaxar’s strange stillness. Her eyes did not storm, her voice did not rise. She made no quarrel with Sebastian for allowing Ara to join the sacred games. And to Gargath, this was not right. He stepped forward, his voice low but steady. "Vaxar… have I asked a foolish thing?" She smiled, cold and knowing. "Not foolish, Gargath. Just amusing. You see me as the villain if I agree, and still the villain if I do not." His eyes narrowed. "You've done something, haven’t you? I know you, Vaxar. No realm in all the nine worlds would find you pleased for Ara’s joy. You hate her. We all know it." Her face hardened. "I do not hate her. I bear her no ill." "Oh, spare me that tale," Gargath snapped. She stepped closer, her voice a whisper meant to strike. "Would you have me raise sword against the Alpha himself? You all would rise like a pack of wolves and tear me down. I wasn’t prepared for that… not yet." "Then why send Crystal to the maidens i
Present.. Two days ago.. Ara's POV I chose to walk the path of the brave. One day remained before the Bravery Games began, and the fire within me burned with unrest. Nia, my only tether to kindness, had been good to me. After I left her home last eve, she led me to a sacred grove where I could sharpen my skill with the bow. The morning passed slowly, and I waited for Vaxar to tire of mocking me, forcing me to labor beneath her cruel gaze. Sebastian was gone—again. Of course, he vanished when I needed him most. Was it truly coincidence? I doubted it. He gave them power—power to break me. Yet his presence, when near, still held warmth. A bitter warmth that wrapped around my throat like a noose. Why did he hate me so deeply? He slaughtered my kin. He named my father murderer. The truth haunted me. I craved it. Needed it. Not just to soothe the ache in my heart, but to forge the revenge I would one day exact. Perhaps one still lived. Perhaps not all was lost. “Focus, Ara,” Nia