“Shut up!” He roared, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties. I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears. I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar. “Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? My assailant asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly. And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face. But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room. “How dare you to touch my mate?” He roared. ***** Olivera, the only wolfless girl in the Red Moon’s Pack was captured alongside her best friend by the deadliest pack in the entire region. While performing her slave duties for the new pack, she was almost raped by her taskmaster, but for the intervention of Raul, the Alpha of the pack, who is reckoned for his infamous curse, ruthlessness and womanizing traits. Journey along with Olivera, and see how a shy, seizure plagued wolfless girl tamed the big bad alpha, especially when it was discovered that she was a hybrid, the chosen who would restore peace between the two supernatural realms at war.
View MoreOlivera picked up another book from the pile that laid on the floor near the knapsack she had emptied mere minutes ago. She cussed for the umpteenth time when her mind deviated to the hurt that she had seen on Raul’s face when she had rejected in front of his core subordinates, in front of Jeremy. She dropped the book on the floor, and pushed the entire log of books one side, sighing. Two seconds later, she was kicking the air with her two legs at the same time in frustration. She was like a kid annoyed over unfulfilled promises. But why was she feeling so bad? Olivera couldn’t understand herself. Hadn’t Raul done the same thing? Hadn’t he humiliated her in front of the others?The worst of it had happened at the party a few weeks ago. He had allowed some stranger to take her outside, knowing exactly why the stranger had done so, why the stranger had made a big deal about the matter. He had known that the stranger had wanted to rape her, to abuse her. Something along those line
“What are you going to do?” Raul shrugged his shoulders to Nick’s question. It has been two hours since Olivera had left the office to her room, two hours since she had openly rejected the offer of being his Luna. He knew that his comrades blamed him for this outturn, including Nick, but that they weren’t that heartless to jab him too. The only person who hadn’t cared was Jeremy. If anything, he seemed relieved that Olivera had rejected the Luna title.Was he that selfish? Raul thought, looking at the lad, almost regretting giving him the gamma title. He had known of Jeremy’s escapades with two of the slave girls that always fought over him. Olivera wasn’t aware. But Raul was sure that she wouldn’t be too quick to defend her best friend if she knew of this. Maybe he should let her know. He didn’t mind it was petty. The problem was that she wouldn’t believe him. And that was his fault. “There is nothing else to do, if not accept his fate, and perhaps go further with Azeera. I am no
There was a short silence after Jacob’s declaration. Zande opened her mouth, then closed it. She had suspected, knowing that it was only a strong tie, a blood tie that would have transcended the emptiness that was the mind of Jacob before he had met her, and had stayed. A bit vague, but it had stayed, nagging him of the familiarity of the name since he saw it. But how was it possible? How was it that the two siblings were put into play? Who exactly were they? It was as if fate had orchestrated this since a long time ago. She could see the same realization on the faces of the others in the room too. “Your big sister? That’s crazy coming from you.” Rich spoke, chuckling when Jacob glared at him. “I didn’t peg him as a big sister’s boy.” Prest added, showing his pearly white teeth in a real smile, the first since his fiasco with Amia started. Amia joined the teasing crew, and Zande held back a laugh. ‘You should join them, and see how you will pay for it dearly when we retire to the
That’s what had nagged Jacob at the back of his mind. He was barely twelve, or was it eleven, so there had been no way for his wolf to have metamorphosed. His wolf at that time should have been a mere gene in his body, not a full-blown wolf that had been strong enough to wade off the full effect of an attack by the undead. It shouldn’t have been possible, but thank the gods that it had been. He would have been as vile as ever, or he would have been dead. “You are right, healer. I am not sure the reason why it had come to the surface to protect him at such a young age. But does it matter?” Amia asked, speaking up for the first time, since they had congregated here. She was sitting between Prest and Rich. “We should just be glad that he came out unscathed. That’s all. I think we should just proceed to discuss the other, Olivera, if he has the strength to talk.” Caitlin shook her head. “That would have been the right thing to do, seeing that it is all in the past, but on our way her
Relieved signs dropped from the mouths of the ancients in the room when Jacob spoke out aloud. Kendalf dropped a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You scared us there for a moment, lad.” There was an emission of chuckles in the underground chamber. “Well, at least he had come back with the memories. I would have beaten him with a laden spoon if he had us worry for nothing.” Raven said with a chuckle, her hands staying intertwined with Caitlin who was looking at Jacob like he was some strong god. She ignored Zendedari’s grunt of disapproval in her head. The man can be so territorial. ‘All males of our kind are the same way.’Caitlin held back a scoff, but she made sure to send that feeling down the bond, whilst resuming marveling at the fact that Jacob was here with them. A part of her had feared that he wouldn’t make it, considering the turn it had taken when he had seemed lost in his memories, when his life force had started waning. And another part had thought that even if h
Jacob floated in a sea of memories, each one more vivid and enticing than the last. He had agreed to the ancient process of recovering his lost memories two days ago, and since he had sunk into the soil bed, he hadn't woken up. The healer had warned him that the journey would be perilous, that he might get lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. But Jacob had been desperate. He needed to remember, needed to reclaim the pieces of his past that had been torn away. He needed to overcome the taint that the vile creature of the undead had left on him. If he had decided the easy way out, he knew that he would never have forgiven himself. The first three hours had been agonizing. He had felt his body convulsing, his muscles straining against an invisible force. The spasms were violent, jerking him around like a puppet on strings. He had thrashed on the soil bed, gasping for breath, his mind bombarded with fragmented images and sensations. It was as if every memory he had ever had was tryi
Zande sat by Jacob’s side, by the edge of the table of healing soil, her fingers intertwined with his cold, unmoving hand. He had been on the healing table for eighteen hours now, buried in rich, sacred soil that was supposed to aid in the recovery of his memories. The ancient process was a last resort, one he had finally agreed to two days ago. Now, she watched him with growing dread, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty.Had she made the right choice?Was knowing the identity of Olivera important?Should they have let it slide?She shook her head. This had been the last resort. And they needed to know who Olivera was. It was the last piece of the puzzle.The healer, Kendalf, had told them that the soil, imbued with powerful herbs and ancient magic, would help Jacob reconnect with his past. And so her lifemate had sunk into the soil with a sense of determination and hope, but since then, he hadn’t woken up. The first three hours had been the hardest to watch. Jacob had thras
“Olivera, do you perhaps know why your mother had been used, why she had tried to tempt you into killing? And do you have a taste for blood, seeing as your dream has depicted that?” Seth’s question which seemed off point threw Olivera off balance. These were questions she had been asking herself for a while, apart from others, and she had no answers to them. “Seth, that isn’t what we are discussing now.” Raul enthused, but Seth shook his head, annoying an already annoyed Raul. “It might help. You see, in the dream, Olivera could put out the vampire stain from the jaguar's head, without killing him off, without listening to those evil creatures around. What if there was the presence of another species apart from the vampires that also drink blood, but not to kill. I think that’s what I had been able to deduct from the dream. The separate species that she was in that dream, that can turn into white hot light. The light alone indicates the presence of magic too. It’s nothing else. Anc
With Raul’s sharp gaze landing on Olivera, and everyone following the same, Olivera cussed Raul in her thoughts, or so she had thought. When she saw the smirk on Raul’s lips, she knew that it had come out aloud. She cussed again, especially as she now remembered the plant. It was the particular flower-less one that she had first seen, or rather that had grabbed her and had called for her attention the first time she had been in Nick’s place. Nick was sure to be happy then. The plant had surely grown out of bounds for a flower in a flower pot. But what was that got to do with her? Jeremy didn’t know too, but the other three in the room seemed to have an inkling. “Nick had come to see me sometime after you had arrived at the pack, with this pot of flower which he claimed had been magical, which he claimed had sprouted as soon as it had seen you.” Raul started, and my ears perked up. “He had believed even then that you were quite special. Sadly, I hadn’t seen it, and neither had my
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