“At least you will be far from him.” Olivera heard Azeera mutter and huff as she beheld the state of her room. She saw Azeera’s indecision wrecking her body as the mistress contemplated on whether to come in and explore the room or stay out, but Olivera could deduce that Azeera hadn’t been in this room before.Moreover, as much as Azeera hadn’t been aware of the beauty of the room, the mistress was glad that Olivera wouldn’t be staying with Raul. That was a win for her.Olivera wasn’t glad though. The room was good, way better, yes. But she wasn’t happy that she was away from Raul. Her heart still hurt from the plight. However, she was deciding to let go of the sad development, to let go of her obsession with Raul for a moment, to be glad that at least that he hadn’t asked her to be just a slave, or sent her back to the dungeon. She missed Jeremy of course, and would like to spend more time with him than usual, but she wasn’t going to like staying in the dungeons again. Who would w
As Olivera and Leonard strolled down the bustling street towards Nick's place-for that was the place they had decided to go-they couldn't help but notice the sidelong glances, hushed conversations, and stifled snickers that followed them. It was clear to Olivera that the news of Raul trashing her had spread like wildfire. Azeera, with her penchant for gossip, must have had a hand in it. She wouldn’t be surprised if the mistress had tasked the servants in the place to make sure this information spread to the farest part of the pack’s environment. She wouldn’t be surprised either if Jeremy had heard about the news. The judgmental stares from the people on the street were a bitter reminder of the cruelty that gossip could carry.Olivera, with her head held high, did her best to ignore the whispers and looks that seemed to follow her every step. She just decided to be a strong and resilient woman, and she wasn't about to let the malicious rumors and the pettiness of others get the bett
Olivera's heart thumped loudly against her chest as she trudged alongside Leonard, their footsteps echoing in the haunting silence that enveloped them. The path leading to the slaves' camp felt endless, winding through the desolate terrain like a cruel maze of despair. Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions, a tempest of regret and longing for her best friend, Jeremy, whom she'd embarked upon this harrowing journey with.She couldn't help but ponder over her choices. Should she have stayed back at the prison, standing in solidarity with Jeremy, enduring the pain together? The tendrils of anguish wrapped around her heart, tightening with each step she took closer to the camp where her friend labored relentlessly. Raul's looming presence cast a shadow of fear upon her thoughts, a reminder of the heartbreak she'd encountered at his hands.Suddenly, they broke out to the wide field filled with laboring male slaves working their asses out under the scorching sun.Olivera grimaced, as
The air crackled with tension as Jeremy stood his ground, his protective instincts ablaze in defense of Olivera. His eyes blazed with a mix of fury and disbelief as he confronted the girl who had brazenly insulted Olivera, a person he held dear to his heart. His voice, though controlled, carried an undertone of simmering anger as he addressed the callous interloper."I won't tolerate anyone disrespecting Olivera," Jeremy's words cut through the charged atmosphere, his resolve unyielding. His loyalty and commitment to standing by Olivera's side were unwavering, a testament to the deep bond they shared forged in the crucible of their shared struggles.Naya, momentarily taken aback by Jeremy's unexpected defiance, attempted to dismiss his words with a disdainful laugh. But Jeremy's stern gaze and unwavering stance spoke volumes, a silent declaration that he wouldn't let this affront slide.“It was a joke.” Naya mentioned, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. Jeremy was someone that she l
Olivera sighed as she trudged the distance back to the palace without Leonard. For a minute she had deluded herself into thinking that Leonard would accompany her to the palace. How had she forgotten so soon that he was also a taskmaster to the wicked alpha Raul? She had really misplaced her priorities since Raul had swept her up into a whirlwind of romance and sex. She wished she could turn back the hands of time. If you could, what could you have done differently? She wondered, shaking her head ruefully as she contemplated the question. There was nothing else she could have done different. She could say to make herself feel good that she would have worked hard to stop herself from falling into the love nest and trap of Raul, but she knew deep within her that it would have been to no avail. Raul was a hurricane, and she was mere dust before him, without much resisting power. But she could see why the women found it hard to let him go, why Azeera found it harder to let go. Howev
It was déjà vu.Olivera remembered that the first time she had entered the palace, that time with Raul though, Azeera had worn the same outfit like she was wearing now. There was a different colour combination now, but the same style still. She remembered that Azeera had rushed up to Raul then and had muttered mundane things before slapping her. This time though, Olivera knew that she wouldn't be taking slaps from the slut, she was over them all. And so not bothering to stop and think why Azeera had stopped talking and had turned aside to look at her, or to think on the hurt that sliced through her heart when Raul only spared her a nanosecond glance before returning his attention to Azeera, even going ahead to wrap his hands around her waist and dealing her lips with a deep kiss, Olivera stuck her head up high and walked in the direction of the stairs, hoping to the goddess that they won't call her back. She had no such luck. “Hey slave, don’t you know to greet the leaders of the
Olivera fell to the ground immediately she stepped into her room, unable to control the sob that broke away from her lips. Stay calm. Stay calm. She chanted to herself even as she bawled her eyes out. Easier said than done. She mused, resting her back to the door. She couldn’t believe that she had watched Raul kiss up Azeera whilst she was there. If she didn’t know better, she would think that he was only after avoiding her, tainting her view of him. Well, he should keep on with that, she was already halfway hating him. She thought, annoyed at herself for crying over someone that didn’t deserve her tears. Get up! She screamed internally at herself, but her knees were weak and the tears hanging on the brink of her eyelids spoke of another story entirely. After a minute of trying to get herself under control, she grudgingly stood up from the floor, and walked the little distance to her bed, cussing out loud when she remembered that she would be joining other slaves to clean up the
It. Or was it a he? Does the apparition have genital organs? Well that was by the way, she will resolve what to call him later. The weird thing was that she wasn’t surprised that the creature knew her name, yet she was curious and, interestingly, safe. Yes. Even though she thought it was crazy to talk to a creature that appeared from a ring, somehow she felt safe around it. She just knew it wouldn’t hurt her. Olivera also presumed at that moment that he might know the answer to her many questions; like why her picture and that of her family were in the queen’s room. This new addition might just make her stay in the pack less boring. “Too stunned to speak? Well, I wouldn’t blame you. It happens always, although rarely,” The creature started. “I mean the fact that people are too stunned when I appear for the first time, is an always thing, but then, the times I do appear are very rare.” The man explained.Olivera nodded dumbly, her hand feeling for a chair so that she could sit dow
When they clambered to the surface of the ground, away from the lab, the girls breathed in relief, freed from the nightmares they had been subjected to for years. It was then that Olivera took a blood bag from the polythene in her arms, feeling better in the night hair, and took a sip, wary of how the blood would taste. She had heard Jacob talking about the heady feeling, worse if it came from an ancient. But it still hadn’t prepared her for the kick of pleasure. She found herself moaning as she greedily drank the blood, until she drained the bag. When she was done, she looked at the others. They were staring at her with unexplainable emotions on their faces. At least it wasn’t disgust. Olivera thought with a shrug, before handing the bag over to Miriam. When her friend hesitated in collecting it, she piqued an eyebrow. “You want to do the dismantling of the structure, without alerting the soldiers?” Miriam huffed, and took the bag. As much as she had great magic, she didn’t want
The first thing Olivera saw when she stepped into the hole where the passageway stopped was the largeness of the space, which could contain more than five thousand people. Then she saw the tubes, the boiling liquids and the lab rats. A modern lab.‘Where are you?’ She asked the girl, needing to get out of here; it was making her nauseous. Ten more minutes here, and she might be vomiting all over the place. And there was the fact that she didn’t know when the soldiers would be waking up. ‘At the far end of the cave…’Olivera nodded as if the girl was speaking to her physically. And gesturing with her head, for Miriam to follow her, she sauntered toward the end of the hall, making sure not to look at the tubes housing different organs and parts of an organism. What the hell! She screamed mentally when she saw a full brain at a table which looked like a butchering table. “Oh, my god…what are they doing here?” She heard Miriam ask beside her and sighed. Whose brain was that? A human
Miriam’s heart pounded erratically as she followed Olivera, who seemed very confident on what she was doing, and on where she was going. Three times she thought of grabbing Olivera and walking away from the region, but she also knew it would have been a futile attempt. Her friend’s mind was already made up. She watched as the latter walked past the last barrack, and stopped by a pole, the only pole in the backyard. Behind it were the gates towering them. They have come to a dead end. “Olivera, there is nothing here? Are you sure this girl is real?” Olivera gave Miriam no answer, instead she concentrated on looking around her, waiting for the signal. When she got nothing, she traced the vibration residue, touching the girl’s mind. A jerk in her mind path told her that the girl was surprised she had breached her mind guards. But should she be surprised? Or was something else at play here? ‘Where next should I go?’ She continued, because she knew she was at the right place, that t
“How are we getting past that?” Olivera asked Miriam as they came to stand before a huge gate that towered many feet over them. She could now see why Miriam had wanted the journey to be done in the privacy of the night. As much as she could see—as they had zapped to this point—this area wasn’t open to the city dwellers, only to the special few. She looked around her again. Barracks with soldiers sleeping within. None was even standing guard at the gates. She didn’t believe such a thing would exist at this time. City gates. Where did it lead? She piqued an eyebrow when Miriam smirked. What was the latter thinking? “As if you don’t already know…which other way, if not by mist…there is no way I am climbing that. I don’t think I am ready to fly with you above it…” Miriam spoke, covering the distance between them, and wrapping her arms around Olivera, her mouth fixed in a pout. Olivera shook her head, yet unable to stop the smile that cascaded her lips. It seemed that her friend was g
A knock woke Olivera up from her deep slumber. After bathing and eating off the snacks she had bought earlier in the day, from the shops in the new city, she had fallen like a log of wood to the bed, and hadn’t even stirred after that. Still groggy from the smooth sleep, she let her hand search for her phone which was the only thing that had gone to bed with her, should Miriam call for her. She peered at the screen. It was one in the morning. It was time then. She yawned like a hyena, causing Miriam to chuckle from behind the door. The chuckle dissipated the remaining fog fostering around her head. Taking a deep breath in, she stood up from the bed, flung a sheet around her naked body, and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw that Miriam was alone, and carrying a tray of steaming food. “You are a lifesaver.” She muttered, opening the door wider for her friend to come in; the rumbling sounds that emitted from her stomach in agreement with her. Miriam chuckled again, an
“Where are we heading next?” Olivera asked Miriam immediately they stepped out of the borders of the town, into a city sprawling with people. After they had left the males who had tried to detain them because of her eating habits, they had walked to the largest building in the town, because if Clooney was a big name, it was probably because the man was rich. They hadn’t been right in their deduction, but they had at least gotten away from the unsettling males. Olivera had taken her friend behind the building, and had quickly switched to her mist form, turning Miriam into the same, and together they had zapped the remainder of the city without stopping, till they were out of it, till they were in a new one which looked more modernized than the previous. She looked at Miriam, who was staring at the city with artificial skylights, and wondered if her friend had ever been here before. “I never get over the culture shock, you know, seeing the drabness of the town we just left. The cont
What now? Olivera thought, looking at the six males that couldn’t be a year older than twenty five years old. What were they doing in front of her? “State your names, and what you are doing in this town…” The male, slightly in front of the others, spoke with a steel voice, causing Olivera and Miriam to exchange furtive glances. What was going on?There was a minute hesitation before Olivera spoke. “I am Darcy. My friend is Lilian. Who are you?” She patted herself mentally for names well cooked and delivered. Darcy and Lilian? How had she come up with those seemingly true names? She watched the male that had just spoken, looked to his comrades behind him, and judged that he was the leader of this small group. Were they the police? She looked at them again. They didn’t look like the police. Vigilantes? Maybe. But why were there vigilantes in the town? She kept a seal on her thoughts when the male returned her attention to her. “My name is Luke, and these are my associates. Our job is
“We will kill him right?” Miriam asked, as they stepped out of the camp, and turned around to look at it again, reliving what they had seen in there. “We need to. He is evil. Why will a sane man work with a vampire? Is he crazy?” Olivera just couldn’t understand the foolishness, no matter how much she tried. Why would one make a deal with an almost eternal wickedness? Had he no fear for his life, for his family? “I think he is crazy. Evil-y crazy. But that’s by the way. What are we going to do now?” Olivera looked around the camp, and spat in disgust. “We will burn it down. We will burn it until it’s nothing but dust. We will eradicate this curse from the face of the earth.” Miriam couldn’t agree less, but then she remembered that the ancients might have use for the materials in there. Olivera, having sensed the latter’s thoughts, shook her head. “They won’t be needing it. I’ve already transferred the necessary details to Raul, and Jacob. They can take it up from there. The mater
“Do you think anyone is in there?” Olivera asked Miriam, immediately she shifted to human self. Miriam looked at her clothed self and smiled. “Seems you have gotten the best hang of shifting, and still keeping your clothes on.” Olivera shrugged her shoulders. “There was no other choice. I can’t keep going up and down with my clothes in my hands or mouth. Since I’m part ancient, I have to improvise.” She took in a deep breath, inhaling the air tainted with magic and something else. “This place is tainted with magic. You smell it?” She shook off the imaginary dirt on her clothes, just in case, whilst waiting for Miriam’s reply. When she looked up, her friend was smiling. “What’s tickling your fancy? I don’t think my question has that much prowess…” Miriam cackled. “I never thought riding on a wolf would be so exhilarating. If I had known, I would have befriended a werewolf, and snagged rides every week at least. It’s quite freeing and therapeutic.” Olivera nodded. It was just as