ASTRID.The moment Logan and I are done training, I am panting heavily."I have got to admit." He smirks, "You are pretty good."I spent years training with my father, mastering his every move, learning the tactics, when to attack and when to stay, even after being in that dungeon, all that training with him paid off."Thank you." I try not to look at his face, try not to see that smirk that reminds me of Zeke’s, try not to convince myself of the trap that I am falling into."If you want to do this again, you can always call me." He offers, and I sense the tone in his voice, but I just nod my head, the distance between us is close, but then he takes a step back and walks away.I stare at his retreating figure, something about his presence, about their presence is intimidating, like they have some sort of secret they are keeping. Life is like distant memories, we are just trying to pull the past and future together and jumble it in the present.What’s wrong with me? Why am I thinking a
ZEKE.I hate whenever the sun is setting down, because it reminds me of a memory I so wish to forget. I stay awake every night, tugging at my pillow, trying to question the moon goddess.Like always, I lie on my bed, memories of the past filling my mind, everything swirling until it explodes, it’s almost the crack of dawn when I stand and walk towards the courtyard, it’s quiet. I presume.I come here every night and stare at the sky, wish for anything, another life, trying to have something I can’t get, tonight will be the same but now, I see a figure on the bench, as though she is made from heaven, long blonde hair shining white in the dawn light, a wine robe etched on her body.I take a step towards her, she’s staring at the reflection of the water, my dark blue eyes peek in and she lets out a gasp before swirling to look at me in the eye.There’s fear in those eyes, then confusion, then something else that I don’t know.I push in a smirk, before crouching to take a layer of the wat
ASTRID.It’s as though I am swimming in a pool of darkness, my vision blurry, everything I see is a vivid image, crumpled up together and shown to me in pieces.I try to blink my eyes open: Light strikes towards my lids, it’s getting brighter and brighter, and then I see a pair of worried eyes gazing upon me.“Oh. Dear, you are awake.” I recognize those graying hair, sharp green eyes. Madam Yv.I try to sit up, but my whole body aches, like a hammer being driven on my system.“Darling, please rest.” Madam Yv says, her eyes a layer of concern, and instantly, my body grows warm. I lay back on the bed, the soft pillow a support to my head.“Zeke has been so worried since yesterday, I don’t know when last I have seen him that way.” I want to say something but she keeps talking, she holds my hand and bobs out of the stool. “I will go prepare something nice for you, wait here. Love.”I can’t actually go anywhere because my body hurts. The moment the door closes behind me, I start to ponder,
ZEKE.Madam Yv told me to rest, but I won’t, resting is not for people like me, I don’t deserve to lie down and sleep, I don’t deserve to even close my eyes, because when I do, I am hit with memories.Some memories we try to keep, and some we just wish it goes away, but there’s a line between distant memories and memories that we want to keep.Currently, I am in the room gazing outside the window. This room is lovely, the view from here is great, I can see the whole courtyard from here. The pack-house consists of fifty bedrooms, history rooms, meeting rooms, studies, and dining rooms.I trace my hand along the outline of the window, my breath suddenly growing jagged. The door clicks behind me, and I turn only to see Logan fuming.“What did you do last night?” He growls, his voice hidden behind a shake. “She could have known!”“I am guessing Madam Yv told you, now, if you don’t mind. Step out of my room.” I say dryly, not bothering to move from my place.Logan and I have a secret, a se
ZEKE.“Are you insane?”I peel my lips to say something, but Logan already beat me to it, he has already risen up, dark gray eyes staring around, Logan is not a saint when he’s angry.And, I think that a marriage proposal without one’s knowledge is enough to reel the demon inside someone, such as right now, especially with this pack counselor.“I don’t think you have a choice, else their rogues will continue waging the forests and we won’t be able to cross the border again, besides everyone has arranged marriages these days, your parents had it.” He said, clutching the scroll in his hand. Anger boils inside me, but I just watch Logan fume.That was why my mother was never happy, that was why she would gaze outside the window with longing eyes, pleading to be loved, every time, I overheard their conversations, my mother begging for his love, but he betrayed her, left her.Was she pathetic begging for his love? Longing, desiring for him, he was controlling her, calling that love, I don’
ASTRID.“Hey Juni.” I call out, my mind piquing with curiosity.“Hmm?” She says, her eyes are focused on the book she’s reading, we are seated on the bench in the garden, the blooming flowers in our sight, the gentle breeze making me feel warm.“How long do you heal from injuries?” I don’t even know why I am asking, but I want to know.She purses her lips into a thin line. “I don’t know, maybe a week or so?” Her eyebrow rose, and dread washes over her brown eyes. “Why? Did something happen to you?”“No.” I hurriedly, I noticed that Juniper loves to worry, she has a heart of gold, and I hope no one uses it against her, she’s just so pure and innocent, always worrying, no one knows about the fall, just Madam Yv, if she knows, she will be worrying sick.Why had his injuries healed immediately, I am worried, I shouldn’t be, but I am and it scares me.Juni concentrates back on her book and continues reading, my mind is wheeling around different thoughts, something seems to be occupying my
ZEKE.I like having breakfast alone, because it makes me think about everything, but having breakfast with my brother and Madam Yv is like a living hell.Madam Yv pops the dumpling into her mouth, “The Alpha’s daughter is coming today.” She stares between Logan and I with that mischievous glint of hers, sometimes I wonder how she and my mother were best friends.“She is.” Logan replies calmly, his sticks twisting the noodles.“I can’t wait to see which of you she is going to pick, I hope she has a fine taste of sexy, because my boys are going to be the center of attention today.” She smiles wistfully.“Madam Yv.” Logan says, ears heating. “There are some things you shouldn’t say at your age.”“What?” Her lips parted apart, and she laughed. “Age doesn’t define anything, I can say anything I want, sexy or not.”Logan sighed and murmured something like ‘Oh goddess, please help her.’ and took a sip out of the tea. Again, I am thinking about her, those fine lips, structured collarbones, sh
ASTRID.Omegas have the right to do the same things that other werewolves do: Their job isn’t always to clean, to be like a maid, we have lives too and we can’t live it constantly trying to please other people.So, when Mrs. Perry told us we were going to be working our butts off at the party, I fumed. While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, we would be the one passing off the drinks, if I were the Alpha, maybe I would change the rules a bit.“It’s not a bad thing.” Juni says, smiling weakly. “We could snuggle some drinks along the way.”Juniper is the one who likes to obey and do: I rebel and don’t do.I was passing the drinks to the Gamma’s daughter when the announcer blew the trumpet. Like everyone, I focused my eyes on the door, eager to get a glance, even though she isn’t here yet, I wished she wasn’t.She could just go, and I would be glad, but she’s coming, it creates a tug in my heart to even see her.‘Is it because of Zeke?’ My wolf, Aya, calls out.‘Shut up.’ I tell h
Thank you for following me throughout Astrid and Zeke’s story, they finally got their happy ever after! Though I am not sure whether to write about Leora and Hendrix’s story, they had a wild start throughout the story, if you want to hear about their story, you can do well to let me know in the comments and I will consider the possiblity of a sequel about Leor, Leora and Hendrix when they are all grown up.Please check out my other werewolf romance book, ‘Fated To Her Ruthless Alpha,’ and I promise you won’t be disappointed. Love,Rae-Rae.
LEORA.Age-16It’s been ten years since I last saw him. It’s funny how time flies so fast, one time I was just a little girl with a loving brother and a best-friend and now, I am getting ready to receive my acceptance letter into the academy.My family, especially my overprotective brother, Leor doesn’t want me searching for Hendrix; they say the past is all in the past. But, I need to see him; I need to see the ten year old boy who saved the six year old me. It’s like every time I close my eyes, I am transported back to that day, the contempt in his eyes when he looked at me was unmatched. My family killed his mother because they were trying to protect me, but every day I am secretly searching for him. I still wear the ruby necklace everywhere, anytime I rub the edges, it reminds me of him.How does he look now? How does he act? Will he still remember me? Does he still hate me? I will keep trying to search for him and when I see him, there’s countless things I want to say to him
ASTRID.I watch with widened eyes as Freya turns, but Zeke is gliding the knife into her back. She lets out a tortured scream, falling to her knees as blood gathers around her dark dress.My daughter is right here, safe with me. Hendrix yells loudly, rushing towards his mother, we all stare as he crouches to her level and cup her chin.“Mother?” He says fearfully, “Mother, you are bleeding. We have to get you to the hospital, please now. Mother, you can’t leave me.”“My sweet Hendrix, they took everything away from us. They killed me, they are the enemy, revenge my death.” She closes her eyes slowly, and Hendrix yells painfully, his hands covered in her blood.Freya is on the floor, unmoving. We did it, we killed her, and now, she won’t hurt anybody again.Slowly, Hendrix rises to his knees. “You killed her,” He mumbles darkly, “You killed my mother! I won’t let you get away with this, never.”It breaks my heart to say this, but I have to. “Arrest him.” I turn towards the guard, it’s
ZEKE.I am already barging out of the door.I have a son.I have a daughter.I have children, and I never knew about them for seven fucking years, that’s a lot of gap. I am a father, the more I say it out loud, the more it gets harder to believe. And now my daughter is missing.Preston follows behind us, and Astrid is beside me. I can’t even bring myself to look at her, but for now. I have to make sure my daughter is safe.“What’s going on in the hall?” I ask Preston as we walk hastily towards the hall.“I don’t know. A woman with dark hair is here and she wants to see you, we already moved everyone to the courtyard including Leor, though he seems very concerned. The woman is waiting for you in the hall.” Preston says.I open the door of the hall and what I see makes my mouth run dry, a woman with dark hair wearing a cocktail dress is nails deep into a man’s chest. I watch, frozen, how she sinks her nails into the person’s chest and squeezes the person’s heart. The person’s body pales
ASTRID.It’s the day. The day where vows are taken, the day that two people choose to love each other, in sickness and in everything. The day that changes everything.The pack-house is bustling with Omegas getting the wedding hall ready, Madam Yv and Gus’ mother are giving instructions for the wine and caviar. I have a feeling that they are going to get pretty drunk today, well I doubt so. This is Diva’s wedding. Everyone has been looking forward to it.Nothing is supposed to ruin the happy day except I had a dream overnight about the wedding, blood, knife stabs, running. It was so blurry to see and then I woke up, not even understanding a thing.“Mommy!” Leora’s sweet voice bounces me out of my thoughts. I look at my daughter who is now running towards me, her pink jittery dress flowing, my baby girl is the flower girl. When she reaches me, her brown hair is pinned in pigtails, her light blue eyes watch me.I am fascinated by the resemblance between her and her father, Zeke. Right, t
LOGAN.If someone told me that being with somebody could spark this much reaction out of me, I would have smacked them right in the face, because I always feel like I can generate happiness by doing lots of things that did not involve mingling with people.But, this sort of happiness...The one that hits so differently, people say love comes in tiny bits, but this love just hits me like a shockwave and now, as I look at Juniper, I know that there’s nobody I will rather spend my life with than this woman over here. “Hey, Logan?” She asks, swinging her hands that are entwined in mine. I don’t like petty things, such as holding hands, but as long as it’s Juni, I don’t really mind. We are walking hand in hand along the sea, earlier; she suggested we go for a walk just to calm ourselves down. “Yes, Juni?” I ask back and she grins, and I swear, this woman can make my heart squeeze just by smiling, she lights up my world. She brings out the sunshine in my darkness. The sky is just beginning
GUS.It’s one thing to open the door and see someone you actually know and the other to open the door to Cleo. What’s she doing here? Is the first question that comes to mind.She never comes here, so why is she here suddenly?I can’t deny the fact that my lips feel dry to the core. “Yes,” My voice comes out lamely as I stretch open the door and watch her step into the villa. I can’t deny the fact that her perfume wafts into my nostrils as she passes by.I lead her to the living room, “You can have a seat. Do you want anything? Coffee? Tea? Biscuits?”She sits down, staring around in wonder, but then her eyes soften, “I am okay, thanks.”I take a seat beside her, trying my best to create distance between us on the couch. She senses this and her face falls. I shouldn’t be doing this, letting her in the house is a red flag. If Zeke walks in right now, he will send her sprawling out, but considering the fact that I am the only here in the house, I should just hear her out.I want closure,
CLEO.Katherine stares out the window, looking dazed, whenever we come to coffee shops, she always picks the seat near the window. One time I tried asking her about it, and her reply shocked me.“Staring out the window at the numerous people passing by is just calming, you see someone walk by, but you don’t know what they are going through, I try to imagine the pain they are carrying about.” She had said.There are two mugs of coffee, barely untouched, and a plate of two grilled turkey sandwiches. Katherine has eaten a part of hers, but mine is untouched. I just don’t feel like eating, maybe because the anticipation that’s curling in the pit of my stomach is enough to make me weak.We are waiting for two more people, they are always late, I don’t know why but it just irks me when people come late.The door chimes and Katherine’s eyes bob towards the entrance, Kai walks in, he’s dressed casually in a t-shirt and sweatpants, he doesn’t bother with the greetings, he just takes the chair
ASTRID.I bite my lips, staring into his darkened blue eyes, I want this so much.“Go down on your knees, baby and take my cock into that gorgeous mouth of yours.” His command runs down my spine and I obey, going down on my knees, I unzip his trousers and take out his cock.Slowly, I slid it down my throat, until I hit the point where my eyes water, I whimper, before falling in length, licking and sucking until I am drenched.“Fuck, baby.” Zeke’s hand digs into my hair and yanks me deeper. “That feels so good,”My body pulses with need, as his groan fills the car, there’s something so powerful in having Zeke Rossi at my mercy, I increase my pace, driving him harder into my mouth, just when I am about to go deeper, he yanks my hair back, pulling me away from him.“You are going to be the end of me,” He mumbles darkly, before pushing me on the leather seat and towering above.“You should have thought of the consequences before putting this dress on tonight,” His hands move to the zipper