Roman POVThe last thing I wanted or needed was Alice appearing at that very moment. Yet, just my luck, there she was, mortified, pain, disbelief, anger, and betrayal all etched into her beautiful face. “Roman, I am asking you one last time. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT SLUT!!!???”, She screamed, charging towards Dragana, who I could tell was shell-shocked and tried to cover herself up, blushing beet red. I could sense her obvious embarrassment and discomfort and did not know how to react or what to do. I meant everything I said to her. Finally, I was able to hold her in my arms, my heart on my sleeve and now this. “I told you that Alice is not our mate, and yet you did not listen to me. Now, look what mess you got us into!!”, Caleb was roaring, none too happy. “I will deal with this Caleb, now is most definitely NOT THE TIME, for one of your lectures”, I said, agitated at my wolf.“Who are you???? And what are you doing with MY MATE??? Are you a pack slut? Is this what you do – take
Dragana POV“Why did you let her talk to us that way?????!!!!”, I heard both Aisha's and Vasilla's unhappy voices in unison. “Roman is OUR mate, she is faking the bond, yet she DARES call us names and talk down to us!!!”, they yammered, both displeased to say the least. “Mate defended us, did you see??” Aisha was purring happily away. I knew they would not be happy about this, and truth be told, initially I was caught offguard. However, the words of my great grandfather came back to me, as did the knowledge of Roman being our mate. What possible game was Alice playing here? Something was seriously off about all this, and I had this foreboding feeling of things going to be worse, much worse, before and if they got any better. I could not deny the dark magic I felt in her, it was pulsating her whole being and carried the trace of magic I felt when I saw my grandfather, the Dark Lord Khor. However, there was something else, something around her which was even darker, more primal. Regardl
Roman POVI asked Alice to leave under the pretense that I had to attend to urgent pack business and would meet with her later, I was pacing in my office, my headache not leaving me alone. I had to speak to Dragana. I could not control myself earlier, I had to kiss her plump lips, I had to hold her in my arms. I nearly marked her! Some type of invisible force, a pull I only felt once before, was back. It was the same pull that brought me to the lake when she was drowning, the same energy, the same feeling, only this time, instead of fear, in its place was my desire and another feeling I had no words for. I wanted her, but did I love her???“Saying you are the stupidest man in the universe somehow never gets old”, Caleb decided to make his opinions known. “How can I help you Caleb? What now???” “Did you not feel that???? Do you not understand what she is to us???? Do I have to spell everything out for you boy?” he goaded me. “Feel free to share your wisdom Caleb, sage of the wolves”, I
Daria POVThe borders around the Wolfen Kingdom were secure. My warriors were on every perimeter, cloaked with the Dark Lord’s magic to remain invisible. Both my demon and I were itching to cross the border and rip Alpha King Jonathan into shreds. Or kill Roman.. Or something.. Sitting there, waiting, was not doing me any favors. I needed action. I needed blood and gore; I needed to kill and bathe in the blood of my enemies. I needed to taste the victory!“Mistress, you have a visitor”, I heard the voice of one of my demon warriors. Just great. I was agitated to begin with, all I needed now were visitors and small talk. On a cue, the irritating, ever annoying, pretentious she-wolf, dubbing herself a future Luna Queen, waltzed into my tent. I never understood what Dark Lord Khor saw in her, I found her insufferable truth to be told. Standing there, acting as if she owned a place, her mere presence was agitating. She tried to exert her aura on me, tried to show her dominance, as only a
Dragana POVLady Asma had a gift for storytelling. The stories she shared played like moving pictures on the silver screen, showing the dialogue and emotions of them as if you were there, as if it was happening in real time. When I asked her to tell me about my father, nothing prepared me for what I was about to see. I remembered my father, but those memories were sporadic at best, not colorful and somehow a detached memory. Yet, as I was listening to her and watching the pictures become fluid, the memories became reality, and reality became emotion. I saw my mother, a beautiful young woman with the same silver eyes as mine, features as mine beam up at the young man, standing tall at around 6.7 feet, broad shoulders and tanned skin with eyes as dark as night, a smile as beaming as the sun as he looked at her. In his hands he had a rose, a singular white rose, my mother’s favorite flower. Their bond, their love, their instant mate connection electrified the memory and spread it to me,
Roman POVI had to tell her. I had to tell her everything and pray she forgives me, pray and hope she understands. I did not know what I expected, and in truth, if I had any rights to set any expectations. I was cruel to her. She had come back to me engaged, practically married to somebody else, after I chased her off and called her useless, after I hurt her, demeaned her, locked her away from the world, from the emotions, and from myself for the last ten years. I knew she was kind, hell, everybody in the pack knew of her devotion and kind heart. But, the years of torment, of treating her as if she were nothing, as if she meant nothing to me, when the truth was very far from that. I still remember that day, the day I thought I lost her, the day my whole world came crashing down. I had just lost my mother and baby brother a year before, I was still hurting from it, and if I was to be honest with myself, I do not think that I had ever overcome the pain of their loss.Seeing Dragana’s li
Dragana POVMy mind was spinning and I did not know what to think. His lips were soft, warm, and commanding and I ached for him. I ached for him to kiss me, to hold me.. I gave him access and kissed him back, my willpower to fight him gone in an instant, my body having a mind of its own. Aisha was purring in my head wanting to come out and claim her mate, and I had to do my best to restrain her. His hands travelled slowly over my breast, squeezing me gently, while my nipples became hard and erect, my desire for him starting to burn my whole body in the process. I was getting very wet and the scent of my arousal was hitting him, that much I could tell, as I felt Caleb try to come forward. He was moaning and grunting into the kisses. When he kissed my neck, the marking spot, I almost came undone. “Roman…. please… Roman… “I moaned involuntarily.After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped kissing me, but was not letting go. He was holding me close to him, close to his chest, and I
Gamma Aldar POVSomething was wrong with the Luna Queen Alice. I could not pinpoint as to what was happening, but I could see her aura since the day she had arrived. There was a darkness around her, surrounding her at first softly, but more times I saw her, the more time progressed, that darkness, that agonizing presence, the demented and wicked energy around her grew bolder, stronger and more sinister. I kept my observations to myself, for now. I had no proof, no evidence of any kind to approach the Alpha King, and given how long he waited for his mate, I did not want to be the one who ruined his happiness. Yet, I was restless and uneasy. I grew up with Roman and my family had been in service to his line for over five generations at that point. The lineage of Royal Gammas, my ancestors have always served and fought for Spietta line, bled for them, died for them, and they have been our family and we theirs. In fact, the reason my father lived was that Alpha King Jonathan took a blow b