Asher stood impatiently behind the window that looked into the road that stretched out of his house down to the back road where he expected Lucas would be returning through. Where the eyes of Silas Darkthorn and his underlings wouldn't reach. At least for that moment. Ethan served himself a drink. “Relax. I'm sure he is already on his way.”“I can't…”Asher murmured. Truly he couldn't. How could he be calm. How could he be calm after what happened at the meeting?Darkthorn and his loyalists were definitely planning something. He had to be a step ahead of them. He sighed as he turned away from the window aiming to get seated. But he stopped as a sudden thought flashed in him. “What is it?” Ethan asked, noticing. “What if Lucas is in danger? What if there's someone learning of all our moves and reporting to them? What if there's someone in here on their side? Just like last time…”Ethan opened his mouth to refute Asher's unproven claim but shut it again. It would be foolish of him t
As Elder Conor rode in his wagon past the unusually busy street, a cluster of women and some men stood in the road. His driver slowly manoeuvred his way. Lifting his head impatiently to see why the car was going slow. His chin jutted. He wound down his window and barked “Get your filthy selves out of the road! Bloody peasants!”What was so fun to have them stand in his way? Arriving at Silas Darkthorn’s house and discovering he wasn't the only elder that had been invited sullened his face. “That sneaky man… I thought he was inviting me alone.”He cleared his throat and wore a smile. As he got himself settled into a seat in the midst of the other elders while responding to the greetings and equally returning the greetings. “Welcome elder Conor. You must have heard what happened yesterday. Unbelievable,” the elder by his right remarked. Elder Conor starred in surprise. “What happened?”The first elder returned his surprise stare. “You didn't hear? Some of us did not just hear b
SCARLETTIt was the hardest and heaviest I had witnessed rain fall ever since I arrived Howling Moon. The sky rumbled with thunder and flashed with lightning.It started from midnoon and had been heavily falling nonstop. It was already getting deep into the evening and dusk neared yet it continued to pour. Some of the girls said it was the goddess raining down her anger on the Lycans for their sins. Especially the elders and the wealthy ones that looked down on others. Some wished thunder struck the elders and those that hurt them down. And then while everyone wished for the rain to continue to pour, I hoped secretly for the rain to cease. I sat on one corner of the bed leaning against the wall thinking of nothing else but Asher Donovan. How the thought of him always snuck into my thinking baffled me. These days he seemed to be on my mind more than anything else. Today was our pretense day and if the rain continued to pour heavily as it was, I might not be able to make my way to
SCARLETT “Do you…” I tried again. But the words stuck to the roof of my mouth. My heart was pounding so fast I feared he would hear. He gently took my hand. “Let's go inside. We will talk about everything.”Like an obedient child, I followed him. He led me into an almost large room I presumed to be the living room but with only two couches facing each other right in the center of the room. “Come with me,” he said as he took me to the washroom and asked one of the maids to bring me a change of clothes while I dried myself up. Dried and clothed, I stepped out of the washroom. He pointed to one of the two couches. “Sit here. Tea or coffee or any drink?”“Tea.”I expected he would send one of the servants but he went instead. I noticed the maids weren't particularly happy to see me close to him.He returned a few moments later with the tea. “Thank you,” I mumbled as I took the cup. “Call me Asher,” he said and took the other couch across. He seemed so comfortable with me that it
SCARLETT My eyes opened to calmness. I felt my face glued to a hard object. Feeling the familiar strong arms in a very familiar position wrapped around me quickly brought me to awareness. Delightful shivers ran down my spine in one breath. I blinked and went still. As I attempted to move my legs, I felt a sharp ache around my thighs. As much as the memories thrilled me, I dreaded facing Asher right that moment. The embarrassment of how I moaned and arched and clutched onto him…To think it was I that initiated the second and third round. My face creased with embarrassment. I couldn't let him wake up and meet me there. I chewed my lower lips as I scanned around for my dress. I found it hanging on a temporary hanger beside the main wardrobe. Slowly I detached from his chest and started to crawl out of the bed. “Trying to sneak away again?”Startled, I froze. He pulled me back to his chest. Pushed strands of my hair away and kissed my forehead. “Why do you always sneak away?”
“The hate is real out there. For long, the women here have waited for the lycan to desire them even if it was just as his plaything. The Alpha had been cold ever since the mysterious death of his mate and his father. You unlocked a new side of him and it seems the girls don't like it that much,” Ava explained. Scarlett smiled and said nothing. Ava frowned. “You are smiling? You don't know how scary lycan girls can be especially when they are obsessed with a man.”“I know. I almost lost my life so I know that more than anyone.”“So, will you still continue to endanger yourself and attract girls like them to yourself by seeing the alpha?”Endanger herself? If anything, the presence of Asher saved her. “I can talk to my father to make the alpha stop asking for you. My father is powerful around here,” Ava offered. Scarlett smiled and politely rejected her offer. “No. Thank you but I wouldn't want you to bother yourself about it.”“My dear, I'm just trying to help. The Alpha may seem
Ethan levelled up with Asher. “What are you going to do?”“Get married and have a Luna of course,” Asher answered. If it was his marriage they wanted then he would give it to them. “Marry? Who will you marry? You are not even courting anyone at the moment. Or are you planning on marrying just anyone? You should already know the plans of the elders…”Asher screeched to a sudden stop forcing Ethan to equally halt. “Not just to anyone. To her. Scarlett.” Ethan's eyes widened. “You are going to marry her?”“Marry who?” A voice sounded behind them. Startled, the two Lycans looked but then relaxed at the sight of Lucas. “Get ready, you both. We have a wedding to prepare. I will be proposing to Scarlett tonight.”“Wait .. wait…Asher…” Ethan pulled him back. “Are you sure about all of this? Do you love her that much? See, I adore her too. She is amazing and brave and…but c'mon you just knew her and she is a wolf. You are very much aware of what making her your Luna entails right?” Ash
“Something for you,” Louisa said as she handed Scarlett a neatly folded paper. Scarlett blinked in surprise. “Note for me?” She then collected the paper wondering who had sent it. “Most definitely from your lover Alpha,” Louisa teased and headed over to the bed. Scarlett felt her heart skip. Quickly she tore the paper open. “The Alpha does not wish for you to come today. And until he says otherwise, he does not want you to show your face around his house.”In bold letters, the note read. Stiffening, Scarlett read and reread the note hoping that her eyes were wrong. Perhaps it was her hoping she had seen wrong. Louisa glanced at Scarlett's direction. Noticing the drastic change in her face, she asked, “What is it? Is something wrong?” “Nothing,” Scarlett mumbled as she squeezed the paper in her palms and started towards the washroom. It felt strange. Asher had refused to see her and it's been days and now he was banning her from showing her face in his house. Was something wron
“Get ready. Someone is coming here today to take our measurements,” Freya said to Asher who was focused on the documents before him. Asher wasn't paying attention and it took a few seconds for Freya's words to fully register in his brain. He pushed the document close and looked up. “What did you just say?”“I have booked a designer. She'd design our outfits and she will be here any moment soon.” Freya was in front of the square-shaped mirror in Asher's office and giving her make-up finishing touches. She didn't need a glam look to take measurements for her wedding outfits. However she'd sworn to always appear perfect before Asher. It didn't matter for how long or for what reason and so far she was living up to it. She patted her index finger on her lower lip and smashed her lips together to create a full red lips. Asher scowled. “Designer? Who authorized?”“I spoke to my father–”“Your father is not the Alpha of this Pack nor the leader of this pack!” Before she would finish, Asher
SCARLETT The instant she walked in, something in me chilled. I recognized her immediately. Asher's wife and Luna to be of the Pack. It would be stupid if I studied everyone else but missed her. She was the arrow Silas Darkthorn was using to pin Asher down after all. There were so many mysteries around her. So much of her life before she left the pack was wiped off. Of course, it had to be no one else but Silas Darkthorn's handwork. Old geezer tried really hard to keep her record clean and eliminate any suspicions regarding the fact they weren't related at all. Where she lived prior to returning was another mystery I couldn't uncover. As I saw her walk in, I realized that perhaps it was finally time. Time to meet the pawn in this game. An important pawn. I had waited for her to show up since the day I opened. Had even chirped in to some of the younger women stylishly hoping the news would reach her someday. Had no idea it would take this short while. Few times that I snuck in to wat
Asher received another letter. He stared long and hard at it. Now he was really curious where these letters were coming from. Damian and Lucas thought it was an ally of his that preferred to stay unknown. But he couldn't understand it. Why was this person helping him? He'd thought of every single possibility of it turning out to be someone he knew or had encountered but that didn't make sense either. If it wasn't Damian or Lucas, then he definitely didn't know who it was. A name suddenly occurred to him. “Samuel Wolfe? This could be him. He has a grudge on Silas,” he muttered skimming through the letters again. “No way. I doubt it. He refused your visit the other time,” Damain said. Asher shrugged. Damian was right. Samuel Wolfe had refused his visit once he heard he wanted his help to take down Silas Darkthorn. He didn't blame him. Who'd want to go head to head against Silas after suffering what Samuel had suffered. It wasn't just about losing to Silas Darkthorn, he had lost his
SCARLETT’S POV “Did she tell you she will be here today?” one of the women asked impatiently. They were waiting for Mae Darkthorn and it had been over thirty minutes already. “Yes. You know she never goes back on her words.” the other one assured. Almost at the same time, Mae Darkthorn stormed in.“Madam Chief, is there any problem? You don't look so well,” the woman expressed concern as they arranged her a seat and relieved her of her handbag. They gathered around her and begged her to tell them who had upset her so they'd fight for her. “The puppet Alpha is challenging my husband,” Mae started, fuming. My ears stood. I was sitting on the sewing machine adjacent to where they were. “Asher did? Isn't he afraid of death?” “How dare he challenge the chief elder?”“He is only a puppet!”The women sneered. It was an unbelievable sight to behold. One that would make anyone gather a lump of saliva and spit out. If an outsider was there, one that knew absolutely nothing about the id
Silas was very furious after his meeting with Asher. He could not believe what he'd sat through. He could not believe the words that had come out of Asher’s mouth. The worse was those words were directed at him. Saying he was maddened was probably an understatement. His entire body vibrated with rage. He wanted to kill Asher immediately. But even with his authority, he knew killing an Alpha openly was going to bring nothing but his own downfall. He stopped on the walkway abruptly as a thought flashed before him. Asher knew Campbell was going to be there that night. How? Had Campbell tried to play him? “No…” He shook his head. If Campbell had tried to play him, then Asher wouldn't have captured him and he wouldn't have tortured him to get the truth out of him. Was it someone else? Who could it be?He shrugged and kept walking. Soon he arrived were his car was and the door held open.He may have been disrespected in this meeting but he took solace in the fact that he got to see Ash
“You must meet him this time. You can't keep avoiding a meeting with him,” Ethan said to Asher. They just got notified of Silas Darkthorn impromptu visit demanding to meet Asher privately. “I disagree. He doesn't have to meet him. Silas will only try to rile him up,” Lucas countered. Asher huffed out air. He stroked his chin. Then he leapt up after a moment. “Take him to the meeting room.”“Let him in?” Lucas questioned wide-eyed. He still didn't believe why Asher wanted to risk this. Asher shot him a look and he comported. “I will speak with him alone. You both stay behind,” Asher told them and advanced to the meeting room. “My Alpha, you must feel troubled,” Silas began slowly after the two had settled into their seats in the meeting room. He picked his words one after the other, his eyes watchful of every reaction Asher should make. “A man you captured suddenly is found dead in your prison. It must be a cause of concern for you. However, my Alpha, I wonder if I have been mista
“Is everything alright now?” one of the elders that had gathered for a meeting at Silas Darkthorn’s house asked. “Of course! Alpha Campbell is dead and his sons arrested. What else is remaining?” Another elder replied bubbly. He was one of the elders that had held a secret meeting without Silas on whether they should cut Silas off and side with Asher or not. Seeing Silas Darkthorn show his power once more settled that and saved him making that difficult decision. “But Asher is biting more than he can chew,” he sighed. “How shocked they must have been to receive the news.”“What news?” the first elder asked, leaning forward in curiosity. The Second Elder looked at him and almost asked if he had been living in a hole the entire time. “You know how the Alphaship is passed onto the Beta after an Alpha commits a crime and dies and he has no son available to take his place?”First elder nodded, his ears widening. “It won't be so in this case. Apparently Asher sent a letter to Beta Claud
Freya thought a lot about it. The woman had said she should use it with caution and had mentioned that things could go wrong on the wrong use. She felt her pocket again. The small bulge was still there. Since she came back from the hill, she'd been going around with it waiting for the right time. It was almost difficult to get Asher alone. She needed this to be perfect. Once this was done, she'd live happily with him. She could even help him get rid of Silas Darkthorn if he wished. “Where's my husband?” she asked a maid. “Ma'am, he is in his chamber.”“Ma'am?!” She landed the maid a resounding slap. “Repeat your answer.”“He is in his chamber, my luna.”“Rubbish.” She hissed and walked away. One time when she came newly, she had overheard some maid servants mocking her for calling Asher her husband when they were yet to have a proper Pack wedding. They said she was trying too hard and that Asher would never fall for someone like her. They said she wasn’t fit to be Luna. She heard
SILVER FANG PACK “Dad, shouldn't we do something about it?” Rose asked her father, Beta Claudio as she joined him in the sitting room. “Do what exactly?” Beta Claudio questioned. He was looking at the picture frame he took with Alpha Campbell during their early days when they became Alpha and Beta. They'd sworn to protect the Pack before anything else. “Dad! Our Alpha is captured and his sons too and you are the Beta. Shouldn't you do something about it?” Not like she cared but not being sure if and when they would come back or not was a concern. His father's gaze left the picture frame and fell on her. He knew his daughter, like the palm of his hands and very much knew she didn't care about Alpha Campbell and his sons as much as he didn't care. “Daughter,” he called. That was what he usually called her anytime he wanted to say something important or deep. “That boy, are you still seeing him?”Rose blinked. But quickly hid her surprise. “What boy, Dad?” Beta Claudio chuckled.