ALISA'S POV
It is time.
I quickly stuff my clothes into a duffel bag; a tee-shirt, jeans and some money. My eyes dart back and forth between the bag and the door and with trembling hands, I pull a hoodie over my head, quietly heading towards the door. There will be no time for goodbyes.
But before my fingers can even wrap around the doorknob, it bursts open to a group of men, all with steel-blue eyes boring into mine. I scream.
“Tie her up!”
A thunderous order booms from the entrance and the men pour in, dragging me by my hands and legs.
“Get your hands off me!” I shout, kicking and clawing at them furiously but they are too strong. Far too strong. This was not supposed to happen!
Amidst the chaos, my eyes fall on the last man at the door, Beta Zion. I should have known.
He stalks towards me and with a sneer on his lips, Zion raises an open palm high up in the air before bringing it down and slapping me hard across the face. Such was his brute force that my head rolls like a limp doll to the side and I taste blood in my mouth. Tears line my eyes and blur my vision.
“Unhand me! Let me go-” I choke on my own words as his hand wraps around my neck and long nails dig into my skin. It is excruciatingly painful. Then I see it, the murderous glint in his eyes.
“Burn her,” he hisses.
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A dark cloud blankets the moon and a heavy breeze begins to stir as I struggle against the ropes that bind me to a wooden stake. A roaring fire burns nearby and I am smothered by the thick smoke that rises from it.
“Confess your sins!” Zion orders.
I shake my head. How dare he! “No! As Luna of Red Moon pack, I command you to release me!”
Zion laughs, he must have gone cuckoo in the head.
“You have no right to hold me, prisoner! Once Ryder finds out he’ll-“
He walks up to me and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking it by the roots. Ouch.
“The Alpha?!” He spits in my face and I almost gag, his spit smells of dead mice. The man needs to brush his teeth.
“Alpha Ryder was the one who ordered for your execution!”
What? I blink. His words pierce through my heart like a poisoned blade. All around us, chants begin to rise together with the billows of smoke that swirl up to the heavens. I shake my head, only for Zion to tighten his grip.
“You lie!” I scream. He's lying, he has to be lying. Beads of sweat roll down my face as I struggle violently to free myself from the stake, the ropes cut into my skin. I need to speak to Ryder. I need to speak to my Alpha!
A laugh escapes Zion’s lips. “You are no Luna! You are a harlot! A murderer! A SUCCUBUS!”
With a shove, he finally lets go of my scalp and bends over to pick up a burning stick. Waving the flaming torch barely inches from my face, the smoke fans around me drowning me in the billows of its black fumes. I cough violently.
Through the smoke, I see the Beta’s thin lips curl up into a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. I have neither seen nor felt such evil before.
“NOOO! LET ME GO!” I scream again but my cries for help fall on deaf ears for one by one, the eyes of the pack turn away from me. None dares to touch me, none dares to free me. Was this truly Ryder’s command?
My heart shatters to a million pieces there and then. This is the end for me and I am scared. I don’t want to die. Not just yet.
“Goodbye, succubus.”
Beta Zion drops the burning torch onto the heap of dry hay that lay beneath my bare feet and all too soon, the hay catches fire and the flames begin to spread, dancing like gipsies around my feet.
I close my eyes as the first lick of flame makes its way up the stake and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. I whisper, “Alpha, did you betray me?”
MANY MOONS BEFORE….. The resounding gong of the bells from the convent’s tower brings me out of my dreams. My eyes flutter open and I frown. What was the dream about again? There was a lot of running and a lot of red but for the life of me, I simply cannot remember. That is strange. I've never had dreams like that before. The bells ring again and I shoot up from my bed. My gaze trails to the tiny window across my bed and a tiny smile replaces my frown. It’s my eighteenth birthday today. I quickly get up and peel off my cotton nightgown, humming a happy birthday song as I carefully fold the nightgown and place it on a tiny wooden stool next to my bed. These are the only pieces of furniture in my room. The morning air is freezing cold and soon I am warm and fully clothed in my habit; a loose brown ankle-length dress with a white cord tied around my waist. I tuck my red mane under a bonnet and cover my head
Lord, please help me! Father Bringham yanks my blouse further, exposing my bra. I struggle and kick but it is no use. Then suddenly, as if my prayers are answered, Father Bringham freezes. Like Sister Abbie, his eyes roll to the heavens and a tiny wheeze escapes his lips. Blood drains from his face and his features twist into a convulsion before a tremor runs through his body violently. But as his body shakes, something strange happens. A surge of power makes its way to fuel my dwindling strength. And just like that, Father Bring—no, he is not fit to be called a Father. This filth of a man lets out a sickening gasp and topples on top of me. I lay on the cold hard floor listening to the sound of dripping water from the ceiling slabs above. A tear forms in the corner of my eye and I blink it away. He touched me, he touched my body, he violated my sanctuary. Slowly, my gaze shifts to him. Why is he still lying on top of me? “Fa…Fath
And it does, the succubus in me stops. I finally break free and Alec Winters slumps onto the ground. On no, my eyes widen in horror. I quickly kneel on one knee and place a finger on his neck. He’s alive…thank the heavens he’s alive! My face crumbles and I sob, nestling my face in my palms. I mustn’t stay here, I need to leave. With trembling hands, I reach for the golden ring on the floor and tuck it into my pocket. “I’m sorry.” I get up and knock down the basement door, flee past screaming nuns and as fast as my feet can carry me, I escape the very walls where I grew up in. And for the first time in my eighteen years of life, I set foot outside the gates of the convent. But this newfound freedom is not one of happiness, it is one of great pain. Taking one last look at the convent, I whisper, “Forgive me for I have sinned.” ***** I am lost. The witching hour has come and gone and I haven’t the slightest clue where I am. I had escaped without
The world outside the convent is a strange one. Granted, it is loud, noisy and full of smoke but it is not as bad as the sisters at the convent had painted it to be. The people here at RED MOON are friendly and helpful. “Hey, Alisa! Can you take out the trash?” Big Ben, the chefs yells over the sizzling of burger patties and the frying of potato chips. Marlene had somehow put in a good word to ‘The Alpha’ and got me a job as a kitchen helper at RED MOON. I even have a brand new uniform, it is a simple white blouse and black skirt with a cute little tuxedo apron. The skirt is the shortest I have even have ever worn, it only covers up to my knee but I musn’t complain if I want to keep my job. I have yet to meet the elusive Alpha though. I’m hoping he will come tonight so I can thank him in person for hiring me. “Okay!” I quickly head over to the trash bags and tie them up. A full moon rides high above the clouds as I step out of the kitchen and head to the back
RYDER’s POV The lights from the cityscape below twinkle like stars dancing to a song that no one can hear. The view is magnificent as it is calm, so much peace, so much serenity and yet there is no sense of peace within me. Instead, a raging fury burns inside my heart and I have to close my eyes to calm myself. I don’t like killing, every kill, no matter how much they deserve it is a life given by the heavens. But those men were preying on the weak and that is something that I simply cannot accept. ‘They deserved it, Ryder,’ my wolf, Bane growls. I open my eyes and let out a pent up breath, folding my arms across my chest as I think back to the three scumbags who begged for their lives at the back of my bar. Okay, only one begged, the other two died instantly upon coming into contact with my fists. Weaklings. My attention turns to the redhead who lays unconscious on my sofa and my eyes narrow into slits. Alisa,
ALISA’s POVThe dawn of a new day has arrived and with it comes the glory of the morning sun pouring in through the sheer soft curtains that flap in the morning breeze. Outside, birds perched on tree branches begin chirping to a symphony of nature’s music.I get up from the couch and quickly fold the soft woolly blanket that kept me warm throughout the night. And as I do, I take in my surrounding, something I did not get to do last night when the place was dark.Ryder's cabin is nice, open and large. I like it, it makes me feel safe somehow but asI touch the gold ring on my finger, my eyes begin to tear up.Memories of yesterday and the day before come rushing back like a tidal wave and I have toshut my eyes and shake my head to clear my thoughts.Don’t think too much Alisa, take things one day at a time. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears with the back of my hand. There is work to do.The man, Ryder o
RYDER’s POVHOURS BEFORE ALISA’S NIGHTMAREWe are at my office on the top floor of RED MOON. I sit behind my desk, drumming my fingers on its cool sandstone surface as I look at Zion, my Beta pacing back and forth. Zion as usual is agitated, he growls and shakes his head even as he wears out my carpet with his pacing.“Where did the rogues come from?” Lines mar his forehead. “We’ve set up perimeters all around and yet they still managed to break in. Had my son not been on patrol last night –““Yes, yes, we’re all safe thanks to Liam. All hail Liam,” Hayden chuckles, settling onto the leather lounge chair with hands crossed behind his head. My second in command is way more relaxed than Zion, even though he is half his age.“Are you mocking me, Hayden?” Zion arches his brow, he does not appreciate being made fun of. The man has no sense of humour
ALISA’s POVI feel his eyes of midnight bore into mine and I frown. Mark me? I’ve heard of the term before. The sisters at the convent used to talk about werewolves who would turn into human form and claim their mates by marking them.Alpha. Mark. Rogues. My heartbeat quickens as realization sinks into me. These words finally make sense.“You’re a werewolf,” a whisper escapes my lips. My eyes roam his face, merely inches away from mine and my chest heaves up and down as I try to catch my breath. Ryder does not look like a werewolf, at least not like the kind I used to imagine as a child after listening to the nuns’ stories. Ryder is kind, protective and…and very sensual.“Yes,” he answers, “Are you scared?” He leans forward, urging me back until I lean right back onto the sofa and instinctively, my hands splay across his chest in an attempt to stop him from coming closer. I can feel the be
RYDER’s POV I sit on my bike, staring off into the burning sun. I had just come back from the convent. Hayden was supposed to have come back with me but he did not. “I’m sorry Ryder. The wolf left in the middle of the night. I think he had given up on himself.” Those were the exact words Sister Abbie had told me when I reached the convent earlier. Inhaling deeply, I slam my hands against the bike’s handle. Damnit, Hayden. Why didn’t you wait for me? Did you not trust me, your Alpha? From the distance, I see Nana walking over to where my bike is parked on the green fields. She walks using crutches and she cocks her head sideways, looking for my missing Gamma. Our eyes meet, I shake my head and she immediately understands. Her face crumples and the crutch drops to the ground with a soft thud. Nana sinks to the ground and I immediately jump off my bike and race toward her. “I’m sorry Nana,” is all I can say as I gather her in my arms. She weeps, she weeps for a life that could have
ALISA’s POVWhere am I?Am I dead?I should be, but this place does not look like heaven. It doesn’t look or feel like hell either. I sit up from the barren floor and look at what is supposed to be the sky above me, only, what greets me in infinite darkness. There is not a twinkle in the sky. There is no moon either.The only source of light seems to come from a pond a few feet away but the light is blurred as if I am seeing it underwater. I tilt my head and find everything else also cloudy. I rub my eyes, trying to clear my vision but it does not help. The cloudiness puzzles me.Placing my palm on the cold hard floor, I push myself off the ground and stand up. It is then I realize that the wound in my body is gone.My hands go to my chest and I move my hands up and down my body. This is odd, wasn’t I stabbed by Zion a moment ago?Say, where is he? Where is everyone?“Ryder?” I call out and my voice bounces off an invisible wall in echoes. “RYDER?”There is no answer. I decide to move
RYDER’s POVThe wolves attack savagely with their teeth gnashing and claws tearing into me. I kick one of them off, sending it somersaulting across the dungeon and knocking into a few other wolves and effectively rendering them unconscious.Wow. The power of the pearl is AWESOME!I had initially thought that my body would physically tire from the fight with Zion’s warriors but boy, oh boy was I wrong. It seems that with every knock and punch that I deliver, my body becomes fueled by the adrenaline and has thus become even stronger.Another wolf charges in my direction and I raise my fist, connecting it with the wolf’s face and it slumps into a whimpering little furball on the ground. I stare at my hands in awe. This is amazing! I’ve got to tell Alisa this, she’ll be so thrilled, she’ll be –“Surrender or she dies by my hands.” A voice booms from the back of the crowded dungeon and the wolves around me back off and part like the dead sea to reveal Zion, standing triumphantly.And he h
ALISA’s POVEverything happens in a blink of an eye. One minute, Ryder is barking orders to evacuate his pack from the dungeon and the next thing I know, Zion’s warriors have morphed into their natural werewolf forms, unleashing all fury upon my dearly beloved.It is not a fair fight for Ryder is taking on a dozen or more wolves at one time and even with the power of the pearl, I fear that winning will not come easy for him.He is obviously outnumbered.Sensing this, a few of the prisoners try to turn away from the exit to go back down to help Ryder but I stop them. I simply cannot let them gamble their fate, not after all the torture they endured.One of them is Alec Winters.Quickly, I grab his arm and shake my head. “Help guide the others to safety, I will stay with Ryder.”Alec’s brow furrows with concern and he parts his dry, chapped lips to protest but I shake my head again. He may be a warrior but he is only human, plus he is suffering from cracked ribs. He can’t even seem to b
RYDER’s POVMy first memories of the dungeon were not pleasant ones. Father had brought me down there on the eve of my eighth birthday and I witnessed the execution of a rogue that had tried to assassinate my father.“It’s your birthday gift son. To prepare you for your ascension as Alpha one day. You will be faced with countless life and death decisions every day; one wrong move and you and the pack might end up paying dearly for it. So always be one step ahead of your enemies.”That execution would be the first of many deaths I witnessed. Growing up, I hated going down into the dungeon, where the stench of fear and blood usually intensify by thousand folds.But today is different. I will enter descend into the chamber of death with no fear. For today, the only death that will take place in the dungeon will be Zion’s. This I swear on the Moon Goddess’ name.My heightened senses pick up cries and whimpers of fear even before we reach the doors of the dungeon. Quietly, we make our way
RYDER’s POV It’s a nightmare. My homeland, my territory, my pack; it has all become a nightmare. My anxiety grows when I kill off the jeep’s engine. This vehicle may be a relic, but it served its purpose and for that I am grateful. But the sight before me drains away any positive feelings I have inside of me. I hear Alisa gasp as she climbs out of the jeep. My land is in ruins. Trees have been uprooted, buildings burnt down and whatever houses left intact appear to have been looted. I see dead bodies carelessly piled next to a broken shed and the glassy eyes of the victims who once called this place a home stare soullessly into the sky. This is practically a reenactment of World War Two. Is this the future that Zion had preached? At the sight of the horrific culling, a dim recollection stirs within me, a memory of a happier time under my father’s rule when the land flourished and our pack prospered. I walk over to the pile of corpses and fall to my knees with my head hung low. I fe
ALISA’s POV “Sister Abbie….” Tears flood my vision as I stare into the face of the woman who had practically raised me in the convent. She blinks a few times as if she is having trouble believing what she is seeing. “Alisa….” Finally, she breaks into a smile. Her eyes crinkle with delight and the corners of her wrinkled mouth curl up so high they reach her brows. Without another word, she pulls me into an embrace and I hug her back, tight. “My dear child. I have missed you so much. Not a day goes by that I do not pray to see you again.” Then just as she had suddenly hugged me, she quickly lets go and a look of worry replaces the smile on her face. She frowns now and shakes her head in confusion even as she holds me by my shoulders and rakes my face for signs of injuries. “But what are you doing here? I thought you escaped…” Her eyes travel to Ryder who is still carrying Hayden’s wolf in his arms. Sister Abbie’s e
ALISA’s POVHayden’s wolf shivers in Ryder’s arms and I look at his face. The change in him is frightening but I can understand why. He is consumed by rage and the need for vengeance for his pack, for his family and for his friends.Hayden’s wolf whimpers again, he can no longer see but his mind is still sound. He knows what is at stake and I see Ryder tell him through gritted teeth and tear-filled eyes, “We’re not beaten yet. I have the pearl of power now. And once this is over, we’ll find a way to heal you.”Ryder’s voice is full of conviction but I have my doubts. Contrary to what Julianne had told me, we found only one pearl. There should have been more, but there wasn’t.If there was, we would have been able to use the pearl to heal Hayden. I make a mental note to go back to the pond once more when all this is over. By hook or by crook, we need another pearl. Hayden does not de
RYDER's POV Bane’s howl tears through the forest. Alisa sits on my back, clinging onto the fur of my neck as Bane races through the trees at breakneck speed. We move and weave through the forest, swift as a coursing river but with the force of the juggernaut himself. And with the force of a raging fire, we leap across boulders, never stopping even once to rest. It took us nearly two days to reach the village, but with the power of the pearl, it will take us less than a day to get back. The power of the pearl still eludes me, it is as mysterious as the dark side of the moon. Not that I am complaining. I love how strong Bane and I have become and this will put us at a great advantage when we come face to face with the traitorous Zion. Our journey will come to an end soon. In less than half an hour, we will reach where Hayden and the rest have camped out and from there, we will plan our attack to take back what rightfully belongs to us. Th