Asher's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. My eyelids flashed open as I took in all that was before me; the bright room, smell of spirit, ECG machine... It was obvious that I was in a hospital. Where was I? I get it that I was in a hospital, but I meant the pack. When we had the car crash, we were already at the border of the Ice pack and I doubt the next pack was ours. I wasn't so acquainted with boundaries and I never bothered myself with it always. "Someone finally wakes." A male voice called when the door opened. I struggled to sit up a bit, so I would be able to put a face to the voice... Oh! Beta Crane?! How in Sky's name was he here? "Beta Crane," I mumbled, too tired to speak for long. "How are you doing, Alpha?" He teased as he came closer. "Oh, please," I gave a soft sigh. "I am not your alpha." I wasn't having it. I was the second and last son of Alpha Xavier. Damien, my brother, wasn't keen on leadership, and my father having a soft spot for me, was ready to pass me his mantl
Asher's POV "Father?" I looked at him with disbelief. I was still unstable from the concussion, and I was trying my best to not get knocked out before I did all I should. "What?" My father asked, not seeing anything wrong in what he said. How could he stake a price to save my family? I mean, that was beyond ridiculous. "We have Damien on board and so far, I learned he is doing a good job..."They took to laughter, Damien included, except Beta Crane. What was funny? I touched my face to be certain I didn't mutate overnight. "Whoever told you lied." Damien cast himself, unashamed, and he looked at Beta Crane, aware he was the informant. You couldn't fault Beta Crane, he was just looking out for the acting alpha. I would do the same if I were in his shoes, somethings are better left unsaid and to the findings of the curious. "But..." "I suck, really," He patted my shoulder. "You should come to save our pack." He finished. "Which is technically the only way I get to save my woma
Sebastian's POV No... No!!! This wasn’t happening! Held at gunpoint, I watched my father drop to the ground, unconscious... maybe dead. One freaking movement and I would have a bullet piercing through my head and messing the whole place up with my blood. Still, I had to do something, anything. My mother was shaking like a jellyfish, and she couldn't bear to look at me, her horrible and mischievous son. "Do not test my patient." The young guy that came with Asher warned me. There was no time to register if he was Asher's brother or friend. Now wasn't the right time for it. As ordered, I remained on the exact spot I stood when my father dropped down. "Can I take him...""Shut the fuck up!" He slammed the handle of his barrel to my head and I fell on my knees. "Stand the fuck up!" He groaned. Smelling trouble, I did. My mother was already weeping, too devastated to say a word in my defense, or maybe too irritated by me. "Take him with us," Asher instructed a young security that
Jasmine's POV "Mum!" The loudly combined scream of three merry Musketeers had me closing my ears, thanks to reflex. This was supposed to be a joyful melody to every mother, but in my case, my eardrums were about to blow up, because I had the most active kids, you couldn't fault me. "My babies!" I reciprocated their energy by screaming at the top of my lungs... Right, I would remember to drink a whole river after this. Bending down to their level, I wrapped them up in a warm embrace, pulling them to myself so tightly, skin to skin. Jeez! I missed them so much and it was funny how three days felt like a million years."Mum?" Emily called out. "Yeah, baby?" I gave her my rapt attention after a while. "You look different..." She bent her head slightly, so she could take all of me in. "Like you aged a bit... I don't know." She stated her observation and went mute. Yeah, right. I forgot I had a smart mouth in my lots. She wasn't totally out of point, even though she was a bit too bru
Jasmine's POV "Hey babe," Asher rolled over and threw an arm around my thighs. "Hey," I muttered, looking at his face in the not-so-bright room. We left Liam's place for ours after we got treated to a nice meal and rest too. The kids were especially glad that we were coming back home soon. After Liam helped Asher fix the tire, we began yet another trip, thankfully, a short one. While the kids jumped up and down in excitement, Penny was all over the place, wagging her tail excitedly. When we arrived, Asher fixed us dinner, insisting I relaxed some more, but I helped him in the kitchen instead. Once the kids were filled, they took a shower and I tucked them in bed. "You okay?" He asked, as he gently rubbed on my thigh. Was I? It was over an hour and thirty minutes since I got into bed, and while I watched Asher drift asleep, thanks to his tired state, I simply remained in bed, wide eyes like a puppy. "Yeah," I told an obvious lie. "Common," He shook me a bit. "We both know that
Sebastian's POV "We don't have all day, faster!" A guard screamed at us. We were about fifteen slaves that he controlled, as we cleaned the premises, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowers, and tended to the garden. This prison-like house that was at the outskirts of the pack, I presume harbored only offenders. For me, I was trimming flowers and tending to the garden, after which, I would clean the place up. Hard labor indeed!Unlike theirs, mine was more tough, because I was the only one living in the pit-like cage... Labeling it a dungeon was calling it posh. It was already seven days since I got my ass thrown in here, and the worst part was that they remained true to their alpha... Or Alpha sons, whatsoever. I had been subjected to hard labor with little food or water, and sometimes, they took it a step further by totally scrapping out food for the day and giving me just a drop of water if I ever raised my voice even without breaking a rule. So, I learned one thing, I became dumb
Sebastian's POV "Are you serious?" I looked at him, observing his every reaction. This time, I wasn't so concerned about his bad breath. All I needed was to talk business and more than ever, I was glad someone recognized me in this nasty place, there was no need to be ashamed when it was spinning around in my favor. "Do I look like a clown?" He demanded keenly, waiting for a response. "You don't exactly strike me as one, but we never can tell." I sighed and swallowed the last piece of the roll. He scoffed and took a closer look at me, and then at the food he forfeited just to have a talk. If only looks could kill, I bet I would be six feet belong a hundred years ago. He shrugged. "I bet you have a better escape plan." He stood up and started to leave. With each step he took away from me, my chance for freedom deserted me. I looked from my left to my right, but no better plan seemed to come to my head. If any of the slaves knew me and was ready to help me, don't you think they w
Asher's POV "Sebastian is out," I revealed to Jasmine immediately after I got the call from my brother. Jasmine looked confused... Perhaps frightened is the best word for it, as her reactions kept switching in split seconds. She was standing in front of the mirror when I walked in and broke the news to her. Unexpectedly, she slumped on the chair right behind her, very much unstable. I rushed to her side to make sure she was comfortable. To be honest, I didn't want to involve her in this, and possibly have this sorted out myself, but there was no way I could keep her ignorant when a monster like Sebastian was on the loose. At first, I thought my brother was just trying to play a smart one on me because I'd known him for ages to know what he was capable of. He was jovial and playful and most days called the clown of the house, not in mockery though. That was why when I got back home accidentally and discovered that he was the acting alpha, I was shocked because he had never taken a