“If you keep rubbing on my skin like that, we might not get the chance to join the party again.” My voice came out light as I spoke the words in my mind. He had finished washing me up, but he was still using his hands to rub gently on my ass. His hard dick was pressed to my pelvic bone, and I wondered how much control he had. “You still want to join the party?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.“Of course. The party is being thrown to welcome me into the pack, even though a lot of them still hate me.” “Don't say that, baby, they'll learn to love you as long as I remain the alpha.” I needed the reassurance, and it came out in a gentle tone, but I could still that insecure part of me provoking unrelentingly.“Exactly! As long as you remain the alpha. If something were to happen to you today, that would be the end of me.” Tears pricked my eyes at the thought. I suddenly felt a rush of emotions and I couldn't hold it back. I wish I wasn't human, maybe then would they have loved me bett
It didn't make sense, none of it did. Azalea was human, she wasn't supposed to be experiencing heat periods. But every symptom she was having was pointing towards it. Neediness, hot skin, heightened senses, the sweet smell she was radiating. Even I was trying my best to keep my wolf at bay. “No, you have to be mistaken. In case you're forgetting I'm human August, I'm fucking human!” The frustration in her voice was very evident and I could feel every ounce of it. “You need to get out of this place. Every wolf in here would be drawn to you because of it.”“I'm human! I'm not a wolf! I can't experience heat!” She was getting hysterical and I just had to hug her to keep her at bay. Even to my ears, it didn't sound believable, but that was the only explanation to it. I turned her around in an attempt to walk her back into our room, but a sudden ruckus erupted in the air. The party became chaotic, bodies colliding as people screamed and scattered. The air was thick with the scent of s
“Hmmm..” A groan racked through my chest and throat as I slowly came back to reality. I woke with a sharp sting at the base of my neck, a searing pain that made my vision blur and my breathing uneven. The sensation was raw, like I had just been struck by a hot knife. My hand instinctively shot up to the spot, trembling fingers brushing against the raised, tender skin where the mark stood.And then the memory came flooding back. Flashes of Gray pinning me down against my own will and sinking his teeth into my neck. The suffocating scent of him overpowering the one of the wolf truly made for me made my stomach twist in disgust. I couldn't do anything, I felt weak and helpless under his hold. I pressed harder against the wound, as if I pressed hard enough the mark would vanish, but all I succeeded in doing was making the pain sharper. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.The air was mixed with unfamiliar scents. Damp earth, the musk of wolves I didn’t know, and the faint metallic ta
“Wake up, August! Be a man and own up your fuck ups!” My wolf yelled at me frantically, struggling to keep his stance. I was no better than him, if not for the rock I was holding on to, I would've fallen into the the wide hole that had formed on the ground. “How? How do I do that?” “This is your mind, if you want to wake up you will.” I became more confused and no matter how much he said I was my own hindrance to leaving this place, I didn't know how.“Now, August!” “Focus August, just focus.” I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes, focusing on the fact that I wanted to leave this place. I blocked out the noises in the background, trying to focus my mind. My wolf screamed at me frantically, and the more he spoke the more my focus disrupted. The tremble became worse, pebbles and rocks of different sizes falling into the deep hole. I held on tight, barely hanging on to the rock. “Can you just—” I was about yelling for him to stop disrupting my thoughts with his yells, but the
Two days, I’ve spent two days in a place I didn't want to be. I've refused food and water, maybe if I reject it for long, he'll let me go. Every minute, every second I spent missing August and thinking of how he was. Was he alright? Did he miss me? Was he looking for me? I looked out the window from the room I was locked in. Wolves moved about going about their daily activity and the security outside this building was enough to scare anyone from looking this way. My stomach grumbled loudly, my vision blurring out, an indication of my hunger. I took a deep breath, tears stinging the back of my eyes. I had cried too much, I had no strength to cry anymore.The door pushed open, drawing me out of my thoughts back to reality. I could swear my heart stopped beating for a second as fear began to rush through my bloodstream. Gray walked in, carrying that air of authority around him. On his hand was a tray of fruit, different types sliced into different sizes. “Hey beautiful.” He cooked, p
A growl. A heavy weight slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs. I hit the ground hard, pinned beneath his towering frame. His hands gripped my wrists, his claws digging into my skin just enough to make me wince.“Enough,” he growled, baring his fangs at me. He looked to be holding back, just enough to keep himself from ripping my head off. “You’re not going anywhere! You belong to me now, so live with it.” “Please, let me go back to my mate. Let me go back to August.” Using his paws, he whipped my head to the side in a heavy blow. The world tilted for a second before regaining its balance again.“Mention that bastard's name one more time and I swear it will be the last you make use of your tongue….” He snarled, rage flaring through the red glow of his eyes. “You are my mate now! You belong to me!” “I don't belong to you! I will never be yours! I'd rather die than spend the rest of my life with you and bear your children!” I didn't know what came over me, but the words fle
“Over here!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, pulling the attention of those we went searching together. Twigs snapped under the weight of footsteps as they came to me. I couldn't reach for her on my own, she seemed to be buried underneath the tree, the root of the tree blocking her from the world. “Layla!” I called her name in hope I would get a response, but she was completely still. Lucas and I crouched to fit between the only available space underneath the tree to get in, which wasn't an easy task if you ask me. I could only help but wonder how she got there. “Layla….please open you eyes.” I tapped her cheeks gently, trying to get her awake but no response. I reached down and placed my ears on her chest for a heartbeat…. There was none. “No, no, no, no, no.” I checked again for a heartbeat, but j couldn't find any. It was either my ears were decieving me or she was dead. But her skin was still warm.“Help me, we're taking her to the hospital.” Lucas helped me balance her
I laid still on the bed, unable to move, speak a word, cry or even do anything at all. The room felt cold against my skin, maybe because I had no clothes on, but I was too weak to do anything about it. I didn't know how much time had passed since Gray subjected me to forced sex. I've experienced bad things in my life, but never did I think I'll be a victim of rape, assaulted by an animal that should only exist in fairytales.My head throbbed and my vision blurred, but right when I was about to close my eyes ans go back to the world where my pain never existed, I heard his voice.“Azalea!!”“I'm so pathetic, now I'm beginning to hear his voice. Is this how desperate I am to lbe in his arms?” A said chuckle escaped my lips as I talked to myself. There was no way that voice was real. But then it came again. “Azalea!!!”There was way I could imagine the sound of August's voice calling my name twice and definitely not that loud. “August..” I whispered his name as I say up with a streng
The world around me blurred into the background as I stared at the dead man. It couldn't be right? I blinked, once, twice, praying that my eyes were deceiving me.But they weren’t. It was him.My breath caught in my throat, a strangled gasp that I couldn’t suppress. My grip on August's hand tightened as if I was holding on to the only thing that kept me standing. I felt my knees weaken, threatening to give way beneath me, but I tried to remain on my feet, I couldn't fall.The clearing went silent, the murmurs of the crowd fading into nothingness. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart, and I feared August could hear them too. Oh God this cannot be real….His face—God, his face. There was no mistake that bit was him, even despite how pale his face had gone, I still recognised him. Blood smeared on his skin, but it didn't matter anymore. That was Andrew, a close colleague of my father. I had known Andrew literally all my life and he was just like an uncle to me. Seeing him here
The graves were half-dug, the shovels resting upright in the mounds of wet sand. The bones lay on makeshift biers, wrapped in white linen, to be burned and set away to sail.For days I felt the weight of sadness my lack members carried. Though their loved ones were missing for a very long time, but they came back not even in flesh but bones. The priestess’s voice droned on, empty words of comfort that did little to ease the ache we all shared. The place was silent, save for the voice of the priestess as we all stood in silence in respect to the dead ones.Then the sound came—heavy footsteps against gravel, cutting through the silence in the air.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His scent was enough to recognise him. I gritted my teeth in anger even before I turned to look in his direction.“What the fuck is he doing her!?” I asked no one in particular, letting the words bear my anger. He walked into the clearing, dragging behind him a sack. It looked heavy and I tried to gu
I tried to shake off the thoughts, tried to shake off the guilt, but I couldn't. Each step I took farther from the throne room only amplified my guilt. I lied, about the dead bodies and how I knew how they were killed…..but at least not where I had seen them before.For years I watched my father ravel on about a world I thought never existed until I was mated to one. I always thought he was somewhat insane and maybe the death of my mother out delusional thoughts in his head.I remembered a journal of my father I came across when I was seventeen. I was bored and alone at home and when I stumbled upon it, it was something I wanted to read.In it, he wrote down the stages of transformation of a wolf until it was fully covered in fur. Their deathly attacks, how and when they attack, what kills them and what strengthens them.Some pages described how he killed werewolves and they were exactly the same way the alphas' said their dead wolves died. I always thought it was some kind of fairy
The moment we stepped into the throne room, it was as if the weight of a hundred eyes fell on us, one so heavy it'd move the will of kings.The air was thick with tension, laced with the air of dominance and unspoken challenge that always accompanied gatherings like this. Alphas from every pack in our world sat at the table, their heads turning sharply as we entered.Immediately, I felt Azalea's hesitation. Her hand, tucked into the crook of my arm, trembled ever so slightly. I could feel her fear and nervousness from the mate bond, and I pulled her closer to myself in a quiet reassurance. To anyone else, she looked poised, her chin lifted just enough to feign confidence.“Calm your nerves baby, they're just like me.” I relayed through the mind link, and that seemed to work a bit.I straightened my shoulders, making a deliberate show of my authority as we moved toward the throne. My gaze swept the room, daring anyone to hold it for too long. The whispers began before we were settled i
I jolted awake, gasping for air as though I had been drowning. What the fuck was that!My chest heaved, and my heart thudded so loudly I could swear I was hearing it. Cold sweat trickled down my face even though the air in the room was cold. My trembling hands were on my thumping chest as images of the dream flashed through my eyes.“Are you okay?” August's voice seeped into my ears as his arms wrapped around my naked body. I closed my eyes, trying to will away the fear that had crawled up my heart. “Baby…” he called again, but I was too far gone into trying to convince myself that my father was somewhere in the human world and far from Gray's clutches, to answer him.“Azalea?” This time I answered him with a quiet ‘hm’ as I turned to look at him.“What's going on? What happened? You had a nightmare?” “It's worse than a nightmare, August.” My voice came out quiet and almost shake as I ran my hand through my hair, getting it out of my face for a second.August scooped closer, pla
“Is something wrong?” I asked, still holding the toast in my hand. “Your neck…” she muttered, still staring at the spot. “What happened to my neck? Is there something on my skin? Is it bad?” I questioned, touching the skin there. “I thought you had two marks there.”“Yeah…. What happened?”“I can't see the other mark,” she said, she shrugged her shoulders as she took her gaze off my neck. “Really? Which mark? Are you sure?* I touched my neck like I could see it before picking my phone off the table. I unlocked it and tapped on the camera, opening the front one. My face came into display and immediately I turned my neck towards where the camera was. Right were Gray's mark was supposed to be, I couldn't see anything. I brought the camera closer to take a closer look and that was when it became a bit clear. It was still there, but it had faded like it was never there. “Oh my God….. the mark Gray forcefully placed on me is fadingggg.” I squealed in excitement as I examined the mark
My breath caught in my throat as his hands roamed my body. For the first time in days, I felt completely alive, like I was burning out from the inside and I wanted the fire to consume me more. My body responded perfectly to his, vibrating at his touch and dripping from its intensity. I could barely feel my lips from how hard he was kissing me but I didn't care as long as he had his tongue down my throat.“Fuck, Azalea… I've missed you so much.” He groaned out the words as he detached his lips from mine, attacking my neck. “We're not in our room yet, baby, anyone can walk in on us.” I cautioned, looking around in the hallway to be sure no one was there. We were just a few steps away from our room, but August didn't need just a few steps to rip my dress off my body. “Who fucking cares? I make the rules here and I can't wait to have you.” I gave up trying to convince him otherwise. If he say he doesn't care then he doesn't, there was no convincing him otherwise. His hands travelled
“I should give you accolades for finding us here, but you don't deserve it. After all, you were offered help.” Gray's voice boomed into my ears as he eyed the guard I had taken into custody days back. He laid on his floor, his life and head detached from his body.“He disappointed me. With all his pride, you'd think he has tolerance.” Gray gnashed his jaw in anger at the hint of how much torture I put his guard through. “Where's Azalea?” His angry face slowly lifts to a prideful glare. My eyebrows dipped into a frown and I instantly knew I wouldn't like the next words that would leave his mouth.“I certainly do not hate to announce it to you that she no longer wants you. She has tasted a dick better than yours.” Anger burned aggressively in my veins and I could think of nothing but to tear him apart. “So why is she not here to tell me herself?” “I guess she got tired of seeing your disgusting face.” “I know Azalea very well to know you're filled with nothing but bullshit. You'
“Get up.” The lady said to me in an impatient tone as she picked out the first in the tent. I ignored her, too drained of energy to move a muscle.“I'm not talking to a deaf person, am I?” She spoke again, glaring at me under her gaze. “Is this how you all are?” I asked in a very low voice. “What nonsense are you saying?”“You wolves, is this how harsh and aggressive you all are? Or this pack just has it specially buried in their blood?”“I have no time for the nonsense you're spitting. The alpha asked me to get you ready and that's what I'm here for. So get up or I'll go tell him that you're throwing a tantrum.”“Prepare me for what? Are we moving again?” The thought of moving further from August alarmed me and for the first time since whose walked into the tent I was interested in what she had to say. “Stop asking me stupid questions and just stand up.” She grabbed me roughly by the arm, pulling me forward. The chains binding me pulled me back painfully, and I cried in pain.“Y