A/N: So, Raul's POV comes up the next chapter... Happy new week lovelies. Ps: This week is tagged reviews week for this book. Please write some reviews on the book, if you've read up to this chapter. I believe this is my first author's note here. There has been no review either. What's your take on the book? Are the POV's method okay? Or should I write in the third person narrative? Let me know your thoughts on the books so far. So, leave a review. Huge turnout? Five bonus chapters by the weekend. Y'all know I never break a promise. Thank you!! Leggo
Raul's POV:Watching the girl scream did nothing to abate my anger, rather it increased it the more. I felt like resurrecting Francis and punching him the more till he dies, then repeating the same process again and again. How dare he touch my mate?And the girl? I didn't even know what to think of her.She looked too young and was naked.Quickly, I removed my thick coat and threw it to her, watching blankly as she wore the cloak around her small, but curvy frame, her hands shivering, tears kept falling from her eyes which sometimes darted to the place where Francis' head laid still, with eyes open. She didn't want to look at his body which was sprawled on the floor beside her, or at me.Was she the one the Pack doctor had been protecting all this while? Had he known that she was my mate? That couldn't be it. The man's duty was to heal, and not to matchmake.I had been bored when my gamma had told me about her; the slave girl that Nick had taken to make a few rounds yesterday morning.
Olivera's POV:My heart skipped as I heard the voice of the strange man for the second time.Who was he? Where were we leaving to? I wondered, a bit confused on whether I should follow his orders or rather remain there. Even though he was my savior, I wasn't ready to dive into another trouble as I'm already in one as it is. I thought, my eyes darting towards Francis' head. I subdued the urge to throw up. Why had the man killed him that way? Not that I felt pity for the callous taskmaster. Of course not. It was just a bit extreme. What would I tell Rose and the others? Won't they accuse me of being a murderer? And what was this nonsense that the man had just spilled out? Mate?I almost scoffed. Wait, till he heard that I'm wolfless. He would reject me for sure.Quickly, I lifted up my head, in a bid to check him out subtly, but my eyes collided with his at that moment, and I was left speechless, partly from the coldness emitting all around him and partly from his beauty.His hair was
Author's POV:Olivera's heartbeat increased every passing second as she walked behind Raul through the unfamiliar path which burst forth into a grand environment, after some minutes.The Alpha's territory.She thought, letting her eyes wander about the area which was more sophisticated and beautiful than the other areas which she had seen and stepped foot on in the pack.There was even a water fountain, in the middle of the marble tiled estate-like area.The buildings were the best she had even seen, high and marbled, coated with gold at some point.The rumors were true then. She thought.The Alpha was one of the richest, if not the richest Alpha in the region.The bows and the looks again.Olivera couldn't help but wonder if they would prostrate to greet the Alpha, if the Beta, or...wait. she paused in her thoughts.What if the man walking in front of her was the Alpha's brother or cousin?She wasn't sure again. But she knew she would find out very soon. Just time. She didn't want to
Olivera balked, hearing the strange lady's question.'My king?'She shook her head at the thought, as if trying to wake up her sleepy self from a fearful dream, but to no avail. This was reality.She had been walking with the bad Alpha all these while?She shook her head, not believing her foolishness.The bows! His otherworldly handsomeness! His cold aura!These were enough pointers, but no, she had been too engrossed in not believing that she had missed out the main points.And what about his statement about her being his mate?Her hands shook, thinking of that incident, and she immediately fisted them, and kept them by her side, unaware that she was being watched already by the ground of ladies.Her heart beat faster when she saw the strange beautiful lady staring at her, finally noticing her presence.There was a scowl on the lady's face, her lips turning up in anger and disgust.Here we go! Olivera thought, biting her lips, pep talking herself to get ready to act according to Nic
When Raul asked Olivera to follow him, she was at first hesitant, not wanting to be anywhere, alone with him. His cold expression even as he ordered her to follow him was a bit unsettling. It was true that he had saved her, but she was still afraid of him, if not more. The rumors about his ruthlessness haven’t escaped her memory yet.But when he piqued up his eyebrow at her, his cold black eyes promising deadly punishments if she thought she could defy him, she quickly stirred, and stepped towards him. He was so much taller than her.“If I have not had use of you for three months, pack your bags and leave. Tell the others. You have overstayed your welcome. I don’t want to see the groupies here when I come back.” Raul stated, staring, more like glaring at the ladies. Some were already whimpering, knowing that they wouldn’t dare to fall to the ground in front of him and beg like Azeera had done. They were different from her. She was his friend at one time, and so was always given speci
They were on the second and last floor of the mansion now.Olivera couldn’t help but wonder why there were no rooms on this floor, well she hadn’t seen anything since they started walking through its passageway.The openings she was just seeing were smaller versions of halls where work of art were exhibited, and exercising were performed. A large dining and kitchen was also seen by her.But she didn’t ask any question, or say anything to the beautiful man walking stoically in front of her, until they had gotten to the last junction on the long hallway.Olivera gulped in her saliva when she saw two doors facing each other at the end of the hallway.She actually thought that they were storerooms, even though the environment didn’t connote that. This part of the floor was the most beautiful and exquisite, more expensive than the other floors, even though she hadn’t really walked into them.But she just knew that this was more tasteful.So, why did he bring her here?On the other hand, sh
Olivera thinned her eyebrows when she heard Raul's question. She actually didn't understand it. What was the man talking about? What hurt? She stared blankly at him, hoping that he would explain whatever he meant without shouting at her. Her expectations were dashed the next minute."Why are you keeping mute? Are you dumb?! I just asked a question!" Raul shouted, and Olivera's body shook in fear."I...I..." Olivera stuttered, trembling terribly, her hands clasped tightly on each other in front of her."Stop stuttering like a fool!" Raul shouted again, feeling exasperated with Olivera, whom he thought that the goddess had cursed him with.The girl couldn't even make a complete statement without shivering.He glared daggers at her, unsure if his anger rising from the fact that she had been almost raper and bleeding now or that she couldn't give a reasonable reply to his question.Olivera drew back, crossing her arms in an 'X' on her chest. She was afraid. The Alpha of this pack was real
Olivera literally felt her eyes widen at Raul's statement. Worse, seeing his dead serious face told her that he was serious in his demand.But explain? What the hell! She thought, not understanding how a full grown man had no idea of periods, despite his escapades with various women. Even the callous, now dead Francis had known. So why doesn't he?How would she even begin to explain the theory of menstruation in this state? What sort of problem was this?She opened her mouth to say something regarding this issue, especially after seeing his eyebrows thinning more and more, such that a frown was already in place, not that he ever smiled or something, but nothing came out of her mouth.She closed it, gulped down her saliva, then opened it again to explain this woman's concept. But again, nothing came out.Raul, noticing this, balled his fists, not trusting his hand not to take a wipe on Olivera's cheek if let free. The girl was really trying his patience. He didn't know how long he woul
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