LYDIA He was jealous. How... Why was he jealous? The glare they both sent each other was unnerving. Alphas had the pride of lions and the brute nature of silverback gorillas. If something wasn't done to cut them off soon. A fight would ensue. My eyes traveled to where Clara sat. The grand luna was standing now, clearly worried as to the situation arising in the middle of the ballroom. Questioning eyes also followed. People wanted to know what was happening and why two men seemed to be fighting against themselves for my sake. "Yours? She is a consort?" Archie queried, removing the mask that covered the half of his face. I was greeted by thick brows, pleasant full lips, and a chiseled jaw. It would be a shame if Alexios unable to control himself punched him. In seconds, this whole confrontation could go wrong. "She is my slave." Alexios spat.The whole room suddenly went quiet. Maybe that wasn't true. The truth was that my system completely stopped working when he said that. I was
FIONA Time ticked faster waiting for Alexios . The clock was about to hit eight and the Aloha who would open the feast was nowhere to be seen. Curtis was beginning to send me looks and so did our visitors. I knew I had to take it upon myself to check on him. I walked out of the halls and back into the house. "You," I whistled at a maid mopping the marbled floor clean to glass. "Have you by any chance seen Alpha Alexios ?"Her head shot up and she immediately bowed before answering. "Yes.""Where?""He's with the slave girl" She replied with her head still bowed.Lydia ? My heart pulsed. The bite marks that Alexios had imprinted just down my throat itched. Alexios had lied again. He had told me he was going to the toilet only for him to go behind my back and see that girl. He had been acting weird all night and a huge spur for that might be because of the atrocity he believed he committed with Lydia . I looked back at the maid and tried to keep a proper composure even when I was l
LYDIAHis lips plundered mine like soft rosebuds. It reminded me of the color red. Hot and demanding, a veritable sexual force. Better than the ones I had resigned myself in when I had my daydreams, better than the ones that popped up even in my nightmares. How could someone I hated be so intense, so skilled? Alexios 's proficiency to overwhelm my judgments with the slightest touch of his strong hands, let alone his glorious mouth, frightened me. He nipped at my lower lip, surprising me. I hated the whimper of longing that escaped my throat. For a brief moment, I realized that kissing Alexios Rose should mortify me but for a brief movement, I let the mate bond get the better of me. It was the only reason I was doing this. I let the words of my kindred wolf get into my head. I let lust prevail and it was sadly winning. However, common sense did return and when it did, my stomach careened and my legs quivered. I was enjoying it when I shouldn't. It was all shades of wrong. Alexios Ro
LYDIA When my eyes opened, I wasn't in heaven or hell. I wasn't in the Rose mansion. Neither was I a slave. I was just a girl sitting in front of the dresser mirror whilst my mother combed my curled up hair. I remembered this moment. "Mama, Mama, Tell me a story," I remembered whining as mother added conditioner to soften my hair. She noticed how bad I winced each time she brushed down. It did hurt but the pain seemed to dull down like crazy when he told her stories."I've told you every story in the book Lydia ." She smiled, sectioning my hair into rows of threes. She stole a look at her reflection in the mirror and smiled before proceeding to braid my hair into a singular knot. "Then tell me something else mama. Why don't you finish that story?""Which one?""The boring one you told me last night.""Oh, I remember." Mother chuckled as she finished the braid and flipped to my right shoulder. I smiled looking at the finished job. I looked perfect. She then carried me to her favorit
ALEXIOS Her reaction frightened me. I had seen in her eyes the betrayal he feared she had committed against herself and her family. Her response was valid but so was mine. This wasn't my fault. I didn't know why I got so jealous when Archie approached and danced with her. Why I wanted to kiss and fuck her every time our eyes crossed paths. Things used to be so much easier before the moon goddess decided to fuck all of that up. I stopped the music giving it an afterthought. I could not allow Lydia back into the party all teary-eyed. My mother would surely ask questions and Lydia would spill considering she was so much volatile at the moment. I ran after her. It was then I felt it. It was the feel of Lydia Nightshade's fear. Her anger, her determination to be free of the danger she was in. Danger. She was in danger. My feet quickened and as I got closer to the ballroom, I stumbled on a dreaded sight. Some force had sent Lydia zooming through the air. She crashed into a pillar causi
ALEXIOS I never intended to say it. It was cruel to bring up his past. It was the most insensitive thing to have popped up in my head. Twisted as what Curtis wanted to do was, I knew he was only looking out for me. However, the heat of the moment and the unwavering eyes that were fixated on me cornered me and my wolf. It was the only thing I could say to break the chain of madness but as I watched him become a mess o tears and mental torture, I wondered if all of it was worth it for the girl. My legs jerked backward as I took a step closer to him. With each thrust forward, I felt like they would give at any moment. All his life, Curtis had been prepared to be the Beta by my side. His parents did anything; his father especially to fulfill a dream that was stripped of them. Their madness ensued even further when the boy showed that he had potential. They drove him last his limits. Physically, mentally and spiritually. All in hopes that when the time came, Curtis would be unstoppable
CLARA I chose to be my son's side when I see him snap at everyone he loved. You only do that out of desperation. I had been in a similar situation myself and I could assure the entire world that it was not a pretty place. When I lost Alexios and his father. I was certain I would die. That moment when I felt the bond to my husband being cut off. I literally went insane. I had been alone then. Looking at how frantic Alexios became seeing his rejected mate in a pool of blood proved that I had been right. By some miracle from the mother of night, the rejection had failed. Alexios was still very much Lydia 's mate. I saw myself in his place when he threw the tablecloth along with everything the pack women had prepared for the feast. I moved to his side once the healer arrived. A talented werewolf from an unknown pack that my late husband had adopted. Her gift was one of healing. But even knowing that, I couldn't help but be worried about what would happen if Lydia was one of the fe
CLARA I did have to snap out of my suspicions eventually. They had no grounds. It could have had something to do with the circumstances concerning her transformation. It wasn't every day one saw a werewolf shift at the state of near-death with a healer just right around the corner. "The girl will be alright. She just needs some rest and plenty of water." The healer informed Alexios, giving a solemn now to both of us before exiting the ballroom. Alexios and I remained motionless for the space of five minutes. All we did was stare at the girl and hope that the healer was right. It still felt very much like a miracle. It was but I knew exactly what I was hinting at. Alexios eventually lifted Lydia off the table and into his arms. There was something different about him and the way he carried her. Who knew it would take him the culmination of his fated's murder for him to realize the bond his wolf shared with the girl. A bond that survived even his rejection. "I'll take her to her r
LYDIA This was madness, wasn't it? As our tongues tangled together, playful one moment, hard and desperate the next. I had never been kissed so thoroughly or gloriously in my life. I knew it needed to feel wrong. Goddess knows I wanted it to feel wrong but when his body touched mine, when his lips plundered mine, the gap within me seemed to close up. I dared to believe at that moment that Alexios completed me but it was immoral. Yes, It shouldn't have felt good when felt his hands drifted to my waist and in seconds, my promise to hate this man perished as the stiff denim material I wearing fell to my feet. If I felt nothing for him, why did I toe off my sneakers and slip off my shirt giving him unbroken access to body, mind, and soul? His hands fingered through my panties and brassiere and with a single flick, they become nothing but shreds of clothing on the graveyard floor. His strong hands lifted me to a gravestone and I welcomed him between my legs, pulling him closer. His hand
ALEXIOSImmediately the ritual was over, Fiona's body was dropped by my feet. They were kind enough to say a last prayer to the woman who had caused them harm in the first place but they weren't about to bury her in a sacred place for their people and I understood that. "I apologize again for this. If it was in my power to bury her here, I have no problem doing so but as a Beta installed Alpha, my stance is not to be questioned." Vitale told me.I looked up at him blandly. I couldn't even focus on his words because all that dominated my heart were the things that Lydia had said about me. She was right. I was an arrogant idiot and a murderer. Those two things were the personality traits I had garnered since my childhood was taken for me. They were the only thing I could grasp on to at the time because those aspects of myself wouldn't leave me as my father had done."I understand." I finally replied. "I have an idea of where to bury her. I have a feeling she would like it there.""If t
LYDIA"You didn't have to do that," I told him. "It doesn't matter what anyone thinks of me. The bodies will be buried after the rituals are completed and I will be out of town. But a thank you is deserved I must say. Now that you are here again, I am reaching out to that stubborn part of your skull to see past the bond that is blinding you and see common sense. Alexios Rose, it would be in your best interest to reject me.""You act like it's only my wolf that will be eternal torment. We both will so instead of placating to my stubborn skull, you should be subduing your headstrong attitude. I will not be rejecting you. If we must suffer together, then so be it.""The rules might not apply to me, Alexios . My mom made the goddess promise her that I end up happy. Whether I choose you or not, it doesn't matter. The rules do not apply to me anymore. So please, reject me." I forced myself to ignore my wolf and my body’s demands even when Alexios stepped even closer. One of his hands cage
LYDIA I stayed. Not because of any of the things that Alexios had spewed. I did it for myself. Okay. Maybe I wasn't being completely honest. Alexios 's words did make some sense. I couldn't trust the Nightshade to give Elliot a proper burial. They couldn't even do it for my mother who was part and parcel of the pack and a goddamn Luna at that. Elliot had been an outcast at the time he died, as much as I viewed him as a hero, it was really tragic that plenty had no idea what sacrifices he had to make because I didn't matter, and neither did Elliot. The clean-up process had been fast. Swiftly wrapped up compared to the tragedy that befell us during the aftermath of the divine justice that befell my father. I couldn't quite tell if this was because of better leadership or prior preparation. By evening time, the bodies had been wrapped up and brought to a platform where the traditional rites of soul passage were read out for them. It almost brought tears to my eyes seeing Elliot's body
ALEXIOSMedics from the Nightshade finished strapping the last of their bloodied, defeated pack members onto stretchers. They were being taken to the pack's healer for treatment. I stared at the bodies on the floor. My eyes lingered where my mom stood, an inch not too far away from where Fiona's body lay. The medics around walked towards her body. Some of them had been rounding the bodies. But when they got to Fiona. I notice the scowl and disdain they all had on their faces. They all ignored it. In their eyes, Fiona was Blossom trash and I was torn. I did pity Fiona. I couldn't hate her. No matter how rational I tried to think about it. Not even when she had summoned a ball of fire to kill me as I continued to protect Lydia . But Fiona had been a true Blossom at the last moments of her life. She has become the very thing she hated about her family and that was the legacy she had left for herself. I felt guilty for that. Because as much as I tried to water it down. It was still my fa
ALEXIOSI had never shifted to my wolf form fully unless it was serious business and this was serious business. After being left stranded in the middle of nowhere by Fiona, I was pissed and downright worried. One of my pack members had been murdered by Fiona. I didn't know how to get out of that. As my mother and I sprinted on all fours, I made time to ponder on a truth that bothered me. I wondered if Fiona was worth saving at this point while also cementing the fact should the scenario eventually occur, Fiona posed a danger to Loretta. I couldn't let that happen. After running miles, we eventually made it to Nightshade territory. My keen senses caught the chaos. I could hear screaming the closer we got to the gates. It was not the scent of fire, smoke, and wood burning that made my wolf skid to a halt. It was the horrific sight in front of me. Lydia had pinned Fiona down. Her right hand was clasped to Fiona's throat. Her windpipe was blocked ensuring she couldn't cast any spells. H
FIONAWhy did I stop? I asked myself looking at the girl I was supposed to kill. My chimera had paused too because it sensed my hesitation. I did want to kill Lydia but that moment when she dropped to the floor and fetched Elliot's body shattered me. It brought back something I believed I could keep buried inside me for as long as I needed to. My humanity. Tears streamed down Loretta's face as Elliot breathed his last. Lydia remained rooted where she kneeled. She was cold and stiff as marble but beneath the surface, I could sense anger surging out of her frail little self like jolts of electricity consuming everything in its path. Her gaze rose from the body below her and she chuckled between gritted teeth. Eyes the color of a dark storm landed on me, twinkling with malice. I swore that the color of her irises altered. A menacing silver gleamed my way. I couldn't be seeing things because moments after Lydia Nightshade's irises turned ghost white. Her hair did too. "What the..." I t
NOTE: This conversation takes place mere seconds after our FL (Female lead) ascends to the second dimension. Time works differently here. However, this conversation is important for readers to understand what is about to happen soon after. The wolf stepped forward. The hair on its skin moving in molasses. Each stand moved like seaweed in the waters. Beautiful and mesmerizing. It didn't speak but I could hear its words loud and clear. I didn't quite understand it but neither was I so wary about it. "Do you know your mother was here last time?" The creature told me. "She stood at the very spot you are now. Covered a pool of her own blood. Yet all she did was think about you."I looked at the floor. The earth was filled with fine sand. Each smithereens looked like crushed glass. To think about that awful memory yet again brought me nothing but suffering. I swallowed a lump in my throat and looked at the ethereal beauty before me. "That is why I am here." I mused. "You want me to ask f
LYDIA Whatever fantasy I had conjured in my head died when I arrived at the gates. The great oak that had once barricaded the entrance had been shattered to smithereens. I saw bodies scattered across the ground. Some were missing heads. Some legs. The singular thing the bodies did share was that they were extinct. "Run!" A sentinel shoved me away from his path. The distress in his face was eminent as he raced for the creature his brothers were also fighting. Whatever it was, it looked like a man. It was double in size and riddled with tattoos that glowed red hot and singed deeper into its blue skin every passing second. The wind that blew my way confirmed that the enemy was anything but human. My nose simmered just inhaling. The air surrounding us smelled like sulfur and rotting meat. Behind the creature was a smaller figure unbothered by the chaos enveloping them. I squinted my eyes a little and realized the figure was that of a woman. Her hair danced in the hot whiff that encompas