SCARLETT Receiving a letter from Asher to stay away until he called for me wasn't supposed to mean so much but my insides said otherwise. As if something was wrong. Going to meet him seemed to be my only way of finding out what was wrong. One of the guards approached me when I entered the Alpha's compound. “Follow me,” the guard commanded. “To where?” I asked, confused. “There's someone that wants to see you,” the guard responded without sparing me a glance. I shrugged and followed him. Hopefully it might be Asher. But I was very surprised when the guard stopped before a man I had never seen or met before. “I'm sorry but do I know you?” I quickly asked, forcing my face and tone to stay as polite as I could muster. A big grin spread in the man's face revealing his coloured teeth. The stench emanating from him was enough to know he was drunk. And when he opened his mouth to speak, I was forced to squeeze my nose in disgust and had to restrain myself from puking. “Scarlett ri
Asher sat comfortably on his Alpha throne seat. For some weird reason he didn't understand, the seat that used to itch his buttocks suddenly felt comfortable. As he leaned back in the seat, memories of two nights back reared up in his head. Proposing to Scarlett was supposed to be the major highlight of the night but it was their time in the room that hit the core. He didn't know and never imagined he would connect so deep with a werewolf in that manner. Every one of his movements she understood and he equally understood every bit of her. When he held her close, she smelt like roses. When he kissed her lips, it was like it was his first time. It was succulent and he couldn't get enough. He swallowed thickly and a smile lit up in his face. He couldn't wait to announce it to the elders. For the first time since he assumed the Alpha seat, he was the first to arrive for the council meeting. The entrance of the first elder broke him out of his thoughts. Even the elder did not hold
ASHER Many times I had found myself trapped in the snarls of these wicked elders but today was the one I probably wouldn't forget in a very long time. I scurried out of the meeting hall with the last self control I could muster. Inside one of the buildings I let out my frustration by smashing my knuckles against the wall. I suppressed my wolf back and held back my growls. “His lost daughter?” I couldn't help but laugh. That man just never ran out of evil ideas. It seemed that was the only thing he thought and the only way he lived. How did he always manage to come up with something more worse than his previous every damn fuvking time?Ethan seemed more furious than I was. I was sure he must have tried so hard to hold back during the meeting. “Does this make sense? How did he have a daughter no one else knows?” He gritted angrily. “Fine, let's agree he has a lot of women but that girl looked nothing like Silas Darkthorn. Did you see her eyes, Asher? She is dangerous!”“So what wi
SCARLETT “You have a visitor,” Camie announced. “She always has a visitor. Who is it this time? The Alpha or a new toaster?” Joy shook her head and eyed me suspiciously. I sighed and rolled my eyes suppressing my groan. I wasn't expecting anyone. Not even Asher. Ever since one of the girls gossiped how Gamma Lucas had taken me to a man lycan, they never stopped teasing me about it. Truly, bad news spreads faster than cancer. If only they knew what actually happened that day. “No. Gamma Lucas,” Camie confirmed. “Gamma Lucas?” Both Joy and Louisa blurted in surprise. Gamma Lucas? Why was Gamma Lucas here to see me? “Why?” I asked, getting up from the bed. “We should be asking you.”I shrugged. “I have no idea. I will have to go and see.”I mounted the stairs and stood at the foot of the stairs trying to locate Gamma Lucas in the midst of the noise from the girls playing games and the ones strolling around and their cheerful chants. The reason for Gamma Lucas' visit still worri
SCARLETT’S POV Casting my roomies one last glance, I turned and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” I heard as I turned the doorknob and I instantly froze. “Where are you sneaking off to?” Slowly I turned around. If it wasn't Louisa…She was about to fire yet another question when I blocked her mouth with my palm and dragged her outside. “You will wake everyone. Reduce your voice,” I whispered. She gave me a hard stare. “What are you planning? I know everything.” I squinted. “It's not what you think, Louisa.” She was mute briefly. “But if this is what you feel it's best for you, then I'm solidly behind you.” I looked at her in surprise. “No–Louisa…it's not what you are thinking, seriously. I am not going to see Asher—” “Not that. You are running away. I know. The Alpha is taking another Luna and you can't bear to watch him.” My shoulders dropped and I sighed. The news had gotten to the quarters already. No wonder the girls suddenly stopped staring at me with disg
WRITER'S POVLucas clenched his teeth. Standing beside Asher and watching him grasp fondly onto Scarlett’s last belongings like his life depended on it infuriated him greatly. “You killed her. You monster. You killed her!” The voices echoed accusingly in his head. He vividly recalled the words he had said to Scarlett and felt guilty telling her those words. What if truly his words had pushed her to her death?Freya’s arrival meant he now had two people to deal with and so he had thought that he just needed to deal with one first which happened to be Scarlett. She seemed more like the danger because Asher loved her. To him, Freya Darkthorn was not a problem. Asher felt nothing for her and she would just be a figure like a rock to him. But he didn't know Scarlett would go this far to honor his request for her to disappear from Asher's life. “How long do you think she could have been in there?” Asher’s lips quivered, his gaze heavy with sadness darted all over the surface of the water.
Lucas did not understand the reason why Asher wanted the news of Scarlett’s death to be made public. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. On the other hand, as Asher wanted, the news got to Elder Conor and elicited the exact reaction he wanted. Elder Conor was furious. He blamed chief lycan elder for pushing Scarlett to her death and stormed to his house. At the gate, Sila's men refused him entrance. That infuriated him more. While his men got into a fight with Silas' men, he got in.“After accepting my land, he does not wish to see me? Huh!” He yelled in front of the house and demanded Silas Darkthorn to come out. “Tell him to come out and see me!” he continued to scream, calling on Silas to come out and face him. To fulfill his demand, Silas Darkthorn came out and immediately he ordered his guards to strike Conor down. Elder Conor was seized the instant the order left Sila's mouth. However, as the guard raised the sword and was aiming for his eyes. Elder C
“I have heard of your unending magnanimous heart, chief elder. Accept my greetings,” Alpha Campbell greeted, extending his hand for a shake. Silas Darkthorn regarded him for a second before he accepted his handshake. “You may have your seat,” he pointed to the sofa across from him. Then he asked one of his men to serve them drinks. “Alpha Campbell,” he called when their drink was served. “You are welcome to Howling Moon Pack.”“Thank you, chief,” Alpha Campbell responded excitedly. He had been nervous making this journey. He had heard news of Silas Darkthorn and how he had power more than even the lycan Alpha. His aura told it all. However he had felt welcomed the moment he stepped in. People talked of how powerful and influential he was. No doubt. How could an ordinary elder command such respect and authority? How could an elder own such a number of men and servants? If he has such warriors guarding him, how many did the Alpha have for himself? “What brought you to my house? An Al
“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.