Alex sank into his throne, filled with self-loathing over his failure to control his own wayward emotions. Rose may be a slave, but she had enslaved his heart, whether he liked it or not. There seemed no escape from this tortuous battle between responsibility and desire. His love for her was a flame that refused to be extinguished, even as it consumed him from within. For her part, Rose kept her head bowed demurely, though he sensed her watching him from beneath her long eyelashes. His omega. His traitorous mate. His forbidden love.Alex’s POV:Earlier I had felt the familiar tightening in my chest as Rose walked by. Her intoxicating scent wafted towards me, and I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me. I gritted my teeth, fighting back the urge to grab her and claim her soft, supple body. She is an omega, my slave, and yet she held an inexplicable power over me. Her beauty was unlike any other, ethereal and tantalizing. Those plump lips and captivating eyes have haunted my drea
Rose had always known her place in the pack hierarchy. As an omega, she was at the bottom of the ladder, always subservient to her superiors. But even as a slave, she had never lost her sense of pride and dignity. She had always been respectful to her masters, but she refused to be treated like a doormat.Few Months back after the mating ceremony;When Rose was assigned to oversee the royal kitchens, hoping to break her rebellious spirit through tedious labor. He handed her over to Maggi, the head chef, with the aim to watch Rose closely. Maggi took Rose under her wing, fascinated by her curiosity and passion. Rose adapted quickly, immersed in cooking elaborate feasts. Rose learnt all her tricks and secrets…and the other maidens deemed slave found solace in Rose. Rose remained humble doing every hardship and getting works done to completely make Maggi favor her and spare her some time eventually, however she continues to amaze Maggi,the old chef.Unprecedentedly, she caught the e
Brenda’s POV:As I woke up in my bedroom to the sight of a beautiful sunset, I felt like it was going to be a great day. I walked out in my robe and woolley slippers, clearing the window curtains to let the light rays shine through.But as I headed to the bathroom, I noticed that my bathing water hadn't been prepared yet. This was one of my biggest pet peeves and it was enough to spoil my good mood."Celia!" I yelled out loud. Celia was our housekeeper and assistant to Mama Dan. She was around my age, 30 years old, with just a six-year age gap between us. But at that moment, I didn't care about her age. Her one job was to get my bath water ready and she had failed to do so.Celia arrived late to my calling, and I couldn't help but feel angry. I slapped her, and she stared back at me with a look that wasn't quite comforting. So I slapped her again to remind her of her place. It was a harsh action, but I needed to assert my authority.Finally, she got to work and prepared my bath water.
Rose sighed as her thoughts drifted to memories of her late father. She missed him dearly and longed for his comforting presence. With him gone, she felt alone in the world with no one to confide in. Her fate seemed difficult and lonely. As Rose sat brooding, she suddenly felt a surge of power in her head. It came with a piercing pain, unlike anything she had felt before. “What’s happening to me?” she wondered. As a werewolf, she had never experienced something like this. She went to look in the mirror, the one thing that never lies. To her shock, she saw nothing. Her reflection had disappeared. Her back also started hurting, as if being scratched by invisible sharp object.Just as suddenly as the strange experience started, it ended. The pain and power surge vanished, leaving Rose puzzled. “Maybe I’m just thinking too much,” she tried to reason with herself. She was still a virgin and planned to remain so until she found someone truly deserving of her gift. Needing a distraction,
Rose was relieved that the workday was finally over. It had been an especially tiring day at the factory, with nonstop orders needing to be filled. Her hands were stained with grease and her simple cotton dress was damp with sweat. All Rose could think about was going home, taking a warm bath, and collapsing into bed. As Rose walked down the dimly lit path leading into the village, her eyes were fixed on the ground, mindlessly counting each step to keep her legs moving. She was too exhausted to notice the other villagers hurrying by her on their way home, eager to find respite after a long day of labor. By the time Rose arrived at the small shack she called home, the last rays of sun had dipped below the horizon. She fumbled with her key in the dark, struggling to fit it into the lock. At last the old door creaked open, and Rose stepped inside, feeling along the wall for the kerosene lamp and matches. She struck a match and lit the wick, the small flame casting a warm glow over the
Dave has been a frequent visitor at Magda’s place ever since they re-established their connection a few months ago. During his visits, Dave and Magda would spend hours alone in her room chatting and enjoying each other’s company. Though Magda’s mother, Elena, felt troubled by Dave’s closeness and frequent visits, she allowed it as it seemed to take Magda’s mind off her worries over her best friend, Rose, who was taken by Alex, the Alpha King.Dave enjoyed the time he spent with Magda and liked her a lot. Magda also liked Dave but she had decided to keep her virginity just like her friend Rose. So far, Dave had done nothing more than kissing and touching Magda. During one of Dave’s visits, as they were talking, Dave leaned in closer to Magda with urge flowing through his veins. They started kissing passionately and deeply. Caught in the heat of the moment, Dave took off his polo shirt, revealing his well-defined six-pack abs and muscular chest. Magda’s heart raced as she saw Dave’s
As the night fell over Deep Water Park, the sound of crickets and the distant hum of cars on the highway filled the air. In Alpha Aquinas' compound, the mood was much more intimate. The soft glow of a lamp lit up a spacious bedroom, where two figures lay entwined in a passionate embrace.The man, whose identity remains unknown, had been seeing Celia for some time now. The affair was a secret, known only to the two of them. They had been unable to resist each other since.As they kissed, the sound of their passion filled the room. Celia was clearly enjoying herself, her moans and gasps of pleasure growing louder by the second. Her partner was equally enthusiastic, his deep breaths punctuated by the occasional growl of pleasure.Celia was a skilled lover, and her partner was clearly enjoying her expertise. She rode him with abandon, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and mischief. It was clear that she was enjoying the secrecy of their affair, relishing the thrill of being with a partn
The excitement in the air was palpable as the special day approached. All the werewolves in the Atlantic kingdom and beyond were eagerly anticipating the upcoming ritual, where the moon goddess would gift newborns with their powers.It was a day of celebration and joy, where young and old alike would gather together to witness the transformation of the newly gifted werewolves. Those who had not yet turned 40 years old would be revealed their gifts, some of which were special abilities and others that were more common.As the day drew near, a group of curious teens and adults gathered around an old werewolf lady with white hair. She had lived through many of these special events and was eager to share her knowledge with the younger generations.The old lady began to tell the tale of how the event came to be. She spoke of a time long ago when the werewolves were not yet gifted with their powers. They were a simple people, living off the land and surviving as best they could.The tale:B
To my readers,As you turn the final page of this book and set it down, I want to express my deepest gratitude for sharing this story with me. Reading is a solitary act, yet one that connects us to each other across continents and cultures. By opening the cover of this book, you invited me into your thoughts and dreams for a few precious hours. You gave me the gift of your time and imagination, for which I am forever grateful. Through these pages you have laughed and cried, hoped and feared alongside my characters. You have travelled to unfamiliar places and met interesting people, all from the comfort of your own home. I thank you for joining me on this journey, for your insights, empathy and willingness to see the world through new eyes. Writing this book has been a labor of love for me, but without readers it would simply gather dust on a shelf. You have brought these characters to life simply by caring about their stories and journeys. And for that, I cannot thank you enough.
Rose’s POV:Five years have passed. I watch my son Jeremy play in the sand, giggling as Glenda and Daphne act as his aunties and George as one of his uncles. I sit on the porch remembering Alex, Jeremy's father and Charles, his kind uncle. I don't know what the future holds but I chose peace. "When you choose peace, be ready to say a lot of goodbyes," I often think.Jeremy looks at me, smiling. Then his eyes turn from blue to bright green. I gasp in shock. "Come here, Jeremy," I call to my little son. "You're safe under my love," I whisper. Alex is a lycan and I am half werewolf, half witch. The prophecy has long passed, yet here sits a child of two worlds. Jeremy cuddles close. I stroke his hair, thinking of the journey that brought us here. I thought I was fleeing my past, but it followed me in this precious child. Glenda comes to the porch. "All okay, Rose?" she asks, looking from me to Jeremy. I smile. "More than okay. This is where I'm meant to be."She hugs us both. "Family
George POV:I had made camp for the night and was sitting by the fire when I heard a sound in the bushes. I saw a frazzled young woman had collapsed unconscious. As I reached her, a lunar birthmark shone luminously on her back - this must be the girl I've sought for so long, the prophecy told of! I turned her over and gasped. "Isn't this Alpha King Alex's mate?" I hesitated, unsure what to do. But as I tried to leave, she grabbed my hand weakly and pleaded, "Please help me." I could not leave her so I took her in, building up the fire. When she awoke, I gave her food and water. The next day we set off towards Hazelwood together. As we walked, I felt honored to be helping fulfill the prophecy at last. Soon we came to a junction where my friends Glenda and Daphne greeted us. "George, still don't know the safest route to Hazelwood I see!" Glenda joked. "Very funny," I replied. "This is Rose. Rose, these witches will help guide us home." Daphne smiled warmly at Rose. "You're safe w
"Rose?" Charles whispered, stepping out of the shadows.I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God you're here," I whispered back. "I was starting to worry that you wouldn't make it.""Calm down, Rose," Charles said in a comforting voice. "We must leave quickly now." Charles led me to the mysterious hidden door and handed me a book he wrote about our family. "I will make sure to tell my unborn child about you,his Uncle," I vowed through tears. "Will you return?" Charles asked, his voice filled with emotion. "I'll make sure my unborn child knows his roots and father," I sobbed hard, thanking Charles for his love and care. "You must go now, Alex will be back from hunting soon," Charles said as we said our goodbyes, hoping we would meet again.I followed the secret passageway that Charles showed me, escaping from Alex's castle at last. Every minute I stayed was a minute too long, carrying Alex's cub but treated so cruelly. As I hurried through the passage, I rubbed my still-flat belly
Rose’s POV:"The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.”After a week. The cold floor felt harsh against my knees as I scrubbed the chambers floor. My stomach churned again as a wave of nausea hit me. I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to vomit. I had to hide this from Alex, I didn't know how he would react. He had been so distant this past week, barely looking at me let alone touching me. The tender love I thought was blossoming between us seemed to be fading away. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily. What did I expect? I was just a slave, a plaything for him to use as he pleased. But I had started to hope for more. I thought he cared for me. Now I felt like a fool.My mind was troubled with dark thoughts as I worked. If things continued this way, I would have to find a way to escape. I couldn't bear much more of this. I needed to speak with the old physician, the only friend I had here. We hadn't ta
Alex’s POV:I had to go to my older brother Charles and tell him about Rose. It was difficult to admit, but I had to confess that she was the one. The prophecy was real. I stormed into Charles’s study, fuming with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me about Rose? That she is the one the prophecy foretold? I have fallen for the enemy!” Charles looked up calmly from his book. “I wanted you to find love, brother. Rose is special, she is your soulmate.”“She is meant to destroy me!” I slammed my fist on the table. “This is my life at stake. My kingdom. And you see me as the tyrant Alpha King that needs to be overthrown?”Charles sighed. “The kingdom needs change, Alex. Peace. Someone like Rose could help you become a better leader. A better man.” “I rule Atlantic with force to keep order. There is no room for peace,” I growled. “There has been no peace since you divided the packs. Became king after Josiah's treason. Mother would not have wanted this life for you, Alex."I glared at Charles.
George packed his bag slowly, lost in thought. Three weeks and he would be gone from this place. The events of the Christmas party played over and over in his mind. He had stayed quiet, not wanting to draw attention to himself. But now he knew it was time to leave. He had come back to Atlantic for one reason - to find the lunar girl, the prophecy girl. Yet after all this time, he was no closer to the truth. Meanwhile, those accused of crimes were being punished without mercy. Alex's werewolves terrified him. Part of him still wanted to fulfill the task he had been given. But the risk seemed too great now. Better to return to Hazelwood and the simple life he knew there. His hand touched the old coin in his pocket, the one that was supposedly tied to the lunar girl's destiny. He had held onto it all this time, a symbol of the mission. But now, it felt heavier somehow. A reminder of a duty abandoned. He sighed and zipped his bag shut. Three weeks and he would be gone, returning
Rose’s POV:I left the party and went outside for some space. I sat down with my wine, frustrated. After a few minutes, I noticed a small box carefully placed next to my seat. I picked it up and untied it. Inside was a card that said "Happy Birthday little sis." I was stunned. Could it be from the brother I thought was gone? I looked around to make sure no one was watching and opened the card. "You've grown up to be so pretty, stay happy. I'm watching over you little sis," it said. Tears streamed down my cheeks. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance fading into the night - it was the black cloak person who had helped me before. Could it be my brother? I blamed myself for not realizing it sooner. Just the other night, I had stood close to him..."Rose!" Lebotha called harshly, walking over with her daughter Lisa. I quickly wiped my tears and stood up tall. I was not the girl Lebotha used to bully.As things were about to get heated, Alpha King Alex appeare
Rose POV:I took a deep breath and looked around at my surroundings. The castle was truly beautiful, though its beauty could not chase away all my doubts. Alex's words and gifts were kind, but I still wondered if he truly understood the pain he had caused me. As I wandered the hallways, I saw Alex approaching with a smile. "Good morning, Rose. I hope you are settling in well."I replied politely,"Good morning, Alpha. Thank you for your hospitality."He chuckled."Please, call me Alex when we're alone. There is no need for such formality between us." I nodded slowly. Over the next two days, Alex showed me great kindness. We took walks in the castle gardens and he told me stories of his childhood. Alex even arranged for us to ride the royal horses out on the trails surrounding the castle.As we rode side by side, Alex's horse came closer to mine."You look radiant today, Rose. I love seeing you smile." I could feel my face flush, but I tried to remain guarded. "Thank you, but do you trul